I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

"What a powerful divine text!"

"It turns out that the master is the master above Haoran. Only those peerless masters who are hidden from the world above Haoran can possibly possess such terrifying literary power. What merits and abilities have I, Mengge, actually received the appreciation of the peerless master and been granted such an extraordinary opportunity? If I can control this divine text, my strength will definitely be qualitatively improved. From then on, I will undergo a qualitative change."

"Although I have good talent, unfortunately, I was born into a common family and have never had the support of a powerful force. I have always relied on myself, so my growth rate has been limited over the years. Even after spending nearly thousands of years, I have only just managed to raise my cultivation to the immortal realm. During the Empress's inspection, I was noticed by her and was granted the position of City Lord."

"Although the Empress took a liking to me, she didn't grant me any opportunities. I don't have any powerful techniques, nor do I have the writings of saints, nor do I have abundant cultivation resources to support me. My strength is still improving very slowly."

"But today, after meeting you, you actually gave me such a terrifying resource. If I can completely control this divine text, coupled with Qingmanniu's innate magic, my strength will be elevated to a terrifying level, and breaking through to the realm of Xuanxian will be just around the corner."

"By then, I won't have to take the forces behind Old Ghost seriously. If they dare to act presumptuously, I can destroy them directly. Besides, these people are not good people to begin with."

At this moment, Mengge looked at Ye Chen with a face full of gratitude. If he had not considered that although he had some talent, it had not yet reached the level of a monster, Mengge would have really wanted to kneel in front of Ye Chen, worship Ye Chen as his teacher, and respectfully call him Master.

While Mengge was excited, Ye Chen's pen continued to dance, and a line of words appeared on the rice paper again, "The Golden Tripod Pill Becomes a Dragon!"

At this moment, Mengge once again felt the terrifying power of the Great Dao erupting in front of him. He immediately woke up and looked at the rice paper.

The moment he looked at the rice paper, a startling dragon roar suddenly sounded in Mengge's mind. At this moment, he felt as if there was an extremely terrifying dragon in front of him.

The moment he heard the terrifying dragon roar, Mengge's face changed again and again, and he almost lost his mind. Once his mind lost, his soul would be wiped out, and he would become a walking corpse.

Mengge hurriedly calmed himself, took a deep breath, and looked at the words in front of him.

"Golden Tripod Pills turn into dragons!"

The moment he looked at the words, powerful Dao rhyme burst out from each word, pulling Mengge's mind into the divine text again. At this moment, Mengge saw a golden cauldron appear in the void. This golden cauldron was very terrifying, as if it could refine the earth and suppress all the strong men.

The aura emitted by the golden cauldron was extremely terrifying. Mungo felt that even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Under the powerful aura emitted by the golden tripod, Mengge, whose body was shaking violently, was shocked again, because at this moment Mengge was horrified to find that there was a dragon imprisoned in the powerful golden tripod. The dragon was shaking violently inside the golden tripod, making a series of shocking dragon roars, and bursting out with all its strength, but still could not break free.

What a terrifying ancient tripod that can imprison dragons.

At this moment, Mongke looked at the scene in front of him with a face full of horror and disbelief. What kind of artifact could this be that could even imprison an extremely powerful dragon? The impact of this scene on him was extremely terrifying.

Looking at the rich aura of treasure emanating from the golden tripod, Mengge's body couldn't help but tremble.

When Mengge's mind was drawn into the rhyme of divine writing, Ye Chen wrote the last stroke, "The groom weeps in the empty inn in the west wind."

"it's over!"

As the last word fell, Ye Chen's face showed a look of relief, and he muttered to himself.

The moment the three words "end" sounded, Mengge, whose mind was immersed in the rhyme of divine text, completely shattered the scene before him and woke up.

Mengge's face was filled with fear. If Ye Chen had not spoken, he would have been trapped in the rhyme of the divine text forever after being mentally exhausted and unable to escape.

At this moment, Ye Chen did not pay attention to Mengge immediately, because a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had not drunk the tea that the maid had brought before. In Ye Chen's eyes, this was the fairy's spiritual tea. It must not be an ordinary thing and could prolong life. Moreover, Ye Chen was a little thirsty at this moment, so he picked up the tea and took a sip.

Feeling the fragrance of tea in his mouth, Ye Chen showed a satisfied look on his face, and thought to himself: "Good tea, worthy of being the tea from the fairyland, it makes people linger in the aftertaste."

"it's over!"

"it's over!"

"What a terrifying divine text! If it weren't for you, my lord, helping me, I would have been trapped in its rhyme forever, unable to escape. By then, I would have become a living dead."

"too frightening!"

At this moment, Mengge was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. At this moment, Mengge saw Li Yixi drinking tea and felt that he was wet all over, and his expression changed.

He hurriedly activated his magical powers to evaporate the sweat on his body, suppress his mind, and restore himself to normal.

Mengge forced himself to regain composure. Although he knew at this moment that the divine text in front of him was extremely powerful and a supreme treasure, Mengge did not dare to look at it again at this moment, because Mengge knew that if he looked at this divine text, his mind would be drawn into it, and now was not the time to comprehend it.

After taking a deep breath, Mengge hurriedly said to Ye Chen: "Thank you, sir."

Ye Chen, who was drinking tea, heard Mengge's words and showed an elegant smile on his face. "Lord City Lord, it's just a poem. There's nothing special about it. Just wave your hand. No need to be polite. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

At this moment, Ye Chen waved his sleeves and saluted Mengge with his fists.

When Mengge saw Ye Chen actually saluted him with fists, he was so scared that he immediately dodged away. How could he dare to accept the bow of such a terrifying master like Ye Chen?

"Sir, you can't do that! You can't do that!"

"Mengge's worthless life was saved by you, my dear. Without you, there would be no Mengge today. I'm afraid I'd have gone to Hades. You saved my life and gave me a new life. You are like my parents. How dare I, Mengge, accept your respects?"

At this moment, Mengge dodged and immediately held Ye Chen's hands and helped Ye Chen up. There was a little sweat on his forehead and he was very nervous.