C39 Test

After Ye Wuchen left, Ye Feng changed his residence. The original place was always guarded by hidden sentries.

If the assassin could come once, he could come a second time, and a third time!

The person who looked normal during the day might very well be the Nether Hall's assassin at night!

And their only objective was to use money to do things!

Ye Feng did not even close his eyes for the latter half of the night. On the table, there was a black robe and that green grimace mask.

Xin Lei's cold body slowly crawled out of his sleeve and rubbed against his palm.

He thought that not long later, he would definitely participate in the underground black market competition of the Nether Hall. He wanted to fight for the secret Profound Ranking and obtain the Scarlet Feather Wind Plume to help break the seal of the demonic beast. Immediately, an idea appeared in his mind.

Since the assassins of the Hall of Souls had hidden themselves so deeply and were wearing masks when they were out on a mission, they should not know each other!

Ye Feng picked up the green mask and covered his face, as if he had merged into one.

"What are you trying to do? Infiltrate the Nether Hall?" Xin Lei shook her head and said in a surprised tone.

Even her Tier 7 demonic beast did not dare to rashly provoke the Nether Hall. Was this little fellow crazy?

"Why not? On the Lan Ze Continent, there is nothing that I do not dare to do!" Ye Feng laughed lightly, then he felt lonely.

Back then, Hun Jiutian had founded the number one sect in Lan Ze, and he was in high spirits.

However, he had to start all over again now! The more melodramatic the reality was, the stronger his hatred towards Su Jianning was.

After putting on the black robe, Ye Feng's aura suddenly changed. There was now a trace of invisible killing intent!

"What a madman!" Xin Lei went back into her sleeve and ignored him.

Ye Feng wanted to verify one thing. Was the person who came to report the news Ye Meier or not?

The night sky was gradually dispersed by the dawn. Ye Meier also did not sleep well the entire night and occasionally listened to the movements outside.

Suddenly, her eyes became sharp. She looked at the roof and shouted, "Who is it?"

At the same time, she pulled out a blade from the side of her feet and threw it out of her hand towards a certain spot on the roof.

Crash! A large area of Wally was smashed into pieces, and her sharp blade was caught by a black-robed person.

The typical Nether Hall assassin attire made Ye Meier slightly stunned and angrily scolded, "Nether Hall assassin, you dare to barge into my Ye Family, are you tired of living?"

The black robed person was precisely Ye Feng. A piece of white paper floated down from his hand, and an aged voice sounded out from his throat.

"You broke the rules!"

Swoosh! Ye Meier's expression changed immediately. The opponent was wearing a green mask, a greater celestial being!

"Senior, I... I had no choice!"

Within the Nether Hall, the green face represented a greater celestial of the yellow soul state.

Purple face, purple face, below the Profound Soul Stage greater celestial.

The black-faced man, the black-faced man, and the Profound Soul Stage greater celestial.

Red character, blood ghost face, Nether Hall elder, Earth Soul Stage powerful being!

And the legendary White Ghost Face was the Nether Hall Hallmaster. No one had ever seen its true face before!

"Hmph! It really is you!" Ye Feng swung the blade in his hand and stabbed it into the table in front of her.

He looked at it indifferently and left in the end. Since the other party wanted to live this kind of life, he could not interfere!

Ye Meier was very curious. According to the Nether Hall's rules, if one rebelled, it was already a capital offense!

Why did this youth expert let her go? This was equivalent to picking up a life for no reason!

Sweat rained down like rain!

After returning to his residence, Ye Feng put all his clothes into his Xumi Ring. The spoils of war from the demonic beast Forest still needed to be taken to the auction to be dealt with.

However, the other two families had invited Nether Hall killers to deal with him, so he had to give them a response!

Ye Feng thought for a moment and took out a paper film. He injected his mental energy into his finger and slowly wrote down a tier two recovery pill medicinal formula.

The greatest benefit of the three major markets of Feicheng came from the large number of mercenary groups stationed outside the city. And what the mercenary groups needed the most was recovery pill.

The recovery pill of the other two markets had always been in a high position. If his Ye Family could also produce recovery pill, he could give the other two markets a heavy blow.

However, alchemy required a lot of energy and energy, and the requirement for the martial cultivator's mental energy was especially high.

Usually, only Profound Soul Realm expert had a strong mental energy to support concocting pills. As for the Profound Soul Stage lesser celestial mental energy, it could only barely produce a second grade pill!

Other than that, he also needed the martial cultivator's own Black Tortoise Mark to be of the fire attribute. Only those with the fire attribute mark could resonate with the Pill Fire and reach a state where they could do whatever they wanted!

"In my previous life, I didn't think that refining pills would be so important. After all, there are specially provided alchemists in the sect!"

"I didn't expect that in this life, I would have to refine pills by myself. I wonder if I have that kind of talent!"

Ye Feng smiled as he minded his own business. He had a lot of pill formulas in his mind, but his experience in concocting pills was almost zero!

The strict requirements for concocting pills also made alchemists a very popular profession in Lan Ze Continent.

Pills were divided into nine grades, and alchemists were also divided into nine grades! A good alchemist could even condense and produce pill markings on the pill.

Of course, almost every alchemist was an extremely special existence in the continent.

They were very scary, not because they were strong. The power of apothecaries was reflected in his influence.

For example, a Tier 2 alchemist could completely rely on Ye Family or Xiao family to become a tribute. Once something happened, the family that worshiped him would definitely do their best to help.

"Whether it's possible or not, we'll only know after we give it a try!" Ye Feng packed his things. The cyan flame that had increased to 200 jin on his back had his cultivation base forcefully suppressed by a level!

The place he wanted to go to was the biggest Feicheng association, the Alchemist Association!

However, before that, he had to first exchange the Magic Cores for soul stone. Then, he had to buy sufficient medicinal herbs. After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng walked out of the Ye Family's door.