Chapter 272

After taking back the magic weapon that he failed to refine, Zhou Wu left ye Ziheng and several other people around him.

Ye Ziheng looks back at Zhou Wu, who is walking down the stairs slowly. He feels more and more painful and dislikes him.

"Superficial brother, too superficial."

Finish saying, then put on headphones, and then looked at their own experience.

Downstairs, he has been shouting for several hours, and Muri, who is so dry with his tongue and mouth, has given up the way of verbal attack to provoke ye Ziheng. Because he has learned the latest situation from a disciple who just came down from the upstairs. Ye Ziheng has been reading there with earphones on. He doesn't care about his shouting. Even if his throat is broken, ye Ziheng will not respond.

So he had to go to the corner to call the patriarch for help.

When Qin Feng received the call and heard that ye Ziheng was not moved by Mu lie's scolding, he was silent for a long time. Finally, he gave a praise that ye Ziheng felt embarrassed to accept.

"It's a good seedling not to be shaken by foreign things, but to remain unchanged when Mount Tai collapses."

After listening to these words, Mu lie at the other end of the phone also couldn't help being stunned. He could not help admiring ye Ziheng's composure and steadiness. If he changed his mind, I'm afraid he would rush out to fight with others when he heard the shouting.

Later, Qin Feng tells Mu lie that he will send someone to take ye Ziheng out later, so that he can seize the opportunity and not let ye Ziheng escape. Then he hangs up.

Murie put away his mobile phone and looked at the third floor of the weapon refining hall, with a trace of

"so calm and calm, no wonder he can be promoted to the core disciple by the patriarch. It seems that he should be a person with real ability. Before, he suspected that he came in through the back door, which is really not right."

"Ah pu Poof... "

"Shit, these three martial artists, can they catch a cold?"

Ye Ziheng sat on the chair and sniffed. Then he began to read his book.

After more than ten minutes, an inner disciple dressed in a white disciple's uniform suddenly came to ye Ziheng's side, and then smiled at him.

"Elder martial brother ye, you have run out of watching time this week. Please come here next week."

Ye Ziheng is stunned for a moment.

"I have a whole day to read. It's only three hours."

After listening, the disciple's expression shook. It was obvious that ye Ziheng had understood the rules of the weapon refining hall.

"Well, because of your special identity, the records on your side have not been completed. You cannot be included in the ranks of core disciples or true disciples for the time being, so you cannot calculate the time according to the normal core disciples or true disciples."

After that, the disciple's face showed a smile, as if he was very satisfied with his answer.

Of course, ye Ziheng would not believe the reason for such nonsense, which is probably Qin Feng's idea. But after all, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. If they want to go down by themselves, it's better to go down by themselves.

So ye Ziheng nodded to the inner disciple with a smile, and then walked downstairs.

And those who were watching the scene on the third floor of the refining hall also followed with smiles. They didn't want to miss such a big play.