Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The man swallowed his words.    

Ye Feng, on the other hand, was exceptionally calm at this moment. He took a step forward and narrated everything that happened after he entered the black market in no uncertain terms.    

There were also many other people present who had personally witnessed this scene, so the black-robed old man could naturally be able to discern the truth from Ye Feng's words.    

After a long time, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.    

From the looks of it, the Fifth Deacon deserved to see Wei Tuo steal all the property that the other party had plundered from him.    

"You said that you came to our black market to look for someone?" Using a pair of eagle-like eyes to stare at Ye Feng, the black robed elder asked.    

"I came to the black market to look for a Mr. Zhao …" Ye Feng did not hide anything and spoke the truth.    

"Mr. Zhao?"    

Upon hearing this name, many Man In Black s revealed strange expressions. Even to the point where the person who shouted to take Ye Feng down earlier revealed a disdainful expression and mocked, "Mr. Zhao, not everyone can see that …"    

Ye Feng didn't pay attention to him. With a shake of his palm, a piece of paper appeared. It was precisely the note the Treasure Pavilion Master had written to Mr. Zhao.    

The black-robed old man's three Deacon s reached out to receive it. After examining it for a while, they slowly nodded their heads, "Since they are here to meet Mr. Zhao, they are guests on the black market. Chen San, quickly take them to the black market."    

"As for Wei Tuo and the other Martial Cultivator who lost their lives, it was all up to me to seek revenge, so I will naturally report it to them … Hm? What are you still standing there for? Everyone dispersed for this old one? " After the black-robed old man and the other three Deacon s said this, they waved their sleeves and walked away on their own.    

He was taking advantage of the situation.    

The three Deacon s had always been at odds with the two Deacon s, Wei Zhen, and Wei Tuo's big brother.    

Furthermore, now that he had heard the power of the Innate Fire Spirit from other people, the cunning Three Deacon s did not have absolute confidence in winning. If they were to fall out with this fellow in front of them, they might just end up like Wei Tuo previously, with not even a corpse.    

For the sake of Wei Tuo and a group of Innate Martial Cultivator, how could he possibly take such a huge risk?    

Ye Feng also didn't think that things would go so smoothly.    

It seemed like the Innate Fire Spirit's deterrence was on the one hand, and the Mr. Zhao recommended by the Pavilion Master Yan should have an extraordinary position in the black market.    

Seeing the three Deacon s and the group of Man In Black s getting further and further away, it was true that there were a few among them who were fuming, but they had no choice but to leave under the obscene might of the three Deacon s. Ye Feng hurriedly pulled Huo Jing'er closer and whispered to them, "Jing Er, you guys go back first.    

Although there was a reason behind the black market, the Innate Fire Spirit had still killed Wei Tuo and many Innate Martial Cultivator. It could be said that they had severely offended the black market.    

If he was alone, he could just leave at any time after patting his butt. However, it would not be that convenient to bring Huo Jing'er, Third Prince and the others along.    

Huo Jing'er wanted to say something but hesitated.    

"Look, Senior Brother Long has been heavily injured. It would be best if we could first escort him to the Master Dong's manor …" Ye Feng hurriedly said.    

Only then did Huo Jing'er barely manage to nod his head, and warned, "Then, by yourself, you must be careful."    

"Don't worry, you saw it too. I can even kill your Void Stage Grandmaster with a backhand move. If it really doesn't work, I'll burn this place down …" Ye Feng chuckled.    

The group left first. When they had completely left the vicinity of the black market, Ye Feng nodded and said to "Chen San" who was handed down by the black-robed old man, "Let's go."    

After a while, Chen San brought Ye Feng through a large market store and stood at the mountainside near a mountain in the northwest of the black market.    

A long flight of stone steps led to the top of the mountain.    

Chen San expressionlessly pointed to a building on the mountain peak and said, "The Mr. Zhao that you are looking for is up there. However, I am only responsible for bringing you here, and seeing the face of the Mr. Zhao will depend on your own ability."    

With that, he turned and left.    

Ye Feng originally wanted to ask him more about the Mr. Zhao, but seeing that his attitude was not very friendly, he could only give up.    

From the looks of it, this area should have already reached the core position of the black market. Rumor has it that with all the internal mechanisms of the black market, every step of the way was dangerous.    

This place could even be one of the most important places on the black market.    

Ye Feng secretly thought, but since he had already reached this step, there was no way he would be able to turn around and retreat.    

He raised his head and looked in every direction before calmly walking up the stone stairs.    

As soon as he stepped onto the stone steps, he felt a few alert mental senses being released, constantly sizing him up.    

Maybe it was because they noticed that Ye Feng's cultivation was ordinary, but after a few waves of spirit force made a slight contact, they immediately retracted.    

Ye Feng's face did not reveal any expression, but he was smiling inside.    

The other party had regarded him as an ordinary Innate Martial Cultivator, but he did not know that his mental strength was incomparable, and had almost reached the eighth or ninth step.    

Of course he wouldn't expose her. He started to walk up.    

As he walked up to the end of the stone steps, Ye Feng's footsteps couldn't help but slow down. There was already nothing in front of him, and it seemed to be a flat piece of land.    

With a thought, Ye Feng released his Spirit Force out. After a while, he raised his hand, and a red light shot out from his fingertips, striking the empty space in front of him.    

Space rippled.    

A door suddenly appeared in front of him, and behind it stood two young men in long robes.    

"Yi, he's only at the Xiantian second stage, how can he find the secret technique to break the seal?" One of the human face revealed an expression of surprise, and looked at Ye Feng weirdly.    

The other person said with a cold expression, "Who are you? What are you doing here? "    

"This humble one is Ye Feng, I seek to see Mr. Zhao …"    

"Who do we care who you are? If the Innate Martial Cultivator wishes to see Big Master, he will definitely need someone to introduce him. If not, then where are you going from? " The cold man cut Ye Feng off impatiently.    

Hearing his words, Ye Feng nodded his head, with a calm expression, he took out the slip of paper from his bosom and handed it over.    

At this time, the person who had exclaimed earlier took it. The two looked at it with a strange expression in their eyes.    

"The Treasure Pavilion Master of the Martial House is the person you recommended?"    

"That's right." Ye Feng answered honestly.    

"The Martial House and our black market have always been at odds. Why would the Treasure Pavilion Master know Mister?" The two of them seemed to be surprised.    

"Maybe it's because they have some kind of old personal relationship, Mister... Strangely, any kind of friend was possible. Forget it, since we have found this place, and have someone to introduce us, it is not against the rules, so we have no reason to not let you in. " He held the slip of paper and checked it several times. Then, one of them opened the glowing door.