book supplier

Chapter 822
"Little man's book?" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not quite understanding what Ma Feifei meant by the little man's book.

The elder deacon over there also frowned after listening to Xun Ling's words, turned his gaze to Ma Feifei, and asked in a deep voice: "Please tell me about your origin, Mr. Calligrapher."

No matter what kind of intention Xun Ling wanted to test Ma Feifei's identity, since Ma Feifei's identity has already caused doubts, it is natural to investigate thoroughly. It would be a big deal if some book writers from the evil book writing camp broke into Yong'an Mansion.

Ma Feifei sighed, and said: "I come from a very far away place, you probably don't know that place, but I really don't know what the evil librarian you are talking about is."

Ma Feifei opened his mouth to explain, but no one would believe it, especially Xun Ling. Now the only thing that can give him the chance to be promoted to a fourth-rank book writer is to bite Ma Feifei to death.

"Elder Deacon, I think this lord calligrapher should be investigated in depth." Xun Ling's face was gloomy, and he looked at the space ring in Ma Feifei's hand.

The so-called in-depth investigation is actually to check all the books in the author's space ring, and mainly check whether the author is related to the evil book camp through the contents of the books.

"Master Calligrapher, if you cannot prove your identity, then we have no choice but to take coercive measures." The elder deacon tapped the book three times lightly, and the book emitted a faint white light as a response.

This is a way of conveying information for the Bibliophile Assessment Association, using books as a medium to quickly convey some information to the place it wants to convey.

Of course, it can be called 'calling people' here.

After all, Ma Feifei just brought a legendary quality book as a ladder to the arena and left a deep impression on the deacon elders. If there is a real fight, these people alone may not be able to defeat Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei glanced at what the elder deacon was doing, and gradually became vigilant in his heart, although he did not understand why the script did not proceed as he imagined.

Originally, he just wanted to help Xun Ling break through to the realm of a fourth-rank book writer with good intentions, but he didn't expect that Xun Ling was so unreliable, and the books he wrote were directly crushed, which made this happen.

Now things have exceeded Ma Feifei's expectations, so he can only take one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Ma Feifei didn't get anxious, shrugged and said, "Are you sure you really want to check the book I wrote?"

"I also ask that the calligrapher can make money and cooperate." The deacon elder said in a deep voice.

The atmosphere gradually became serious, and a quiet needle could be heard in the arena. An area was unknowingly vacated outside, and people in black robes ran in and surrounded the entire arena.

"The law enforcement team is here." A calligrapher in the crowd whispered.

The Law Enforcement Team, this is an armed force of the Scribe Examination Association. All members must be at least in the Fifth Stage Immortal Realm, and the leader of the Law Enforcement Team must be at least a top expert in the Ninth Stage Immortal Realm.

Armed forces of this level rank well in the entire Doushu Continent.

The most important thing is that in the entire Yong'an City, there is one place where one's cultivation will not be restricted, and that is the Yong'an Mansion.

"It seems that this time, if the master book writer can't give a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of here." The more lively the better.

After all, Yong'an Mansion is one of the top forces in the Three Mansions and Seven Caves, and no one has dared to challenge its prestige for many years. Although the law and order of one party has been stabilized, it is more or less lacking in excitement.

This itself is a world where the jungle preys on the weak. The more exciting it is, the more it can stimulate everyone's desire to practice. On the contrary, if it is too plain, it will make people get lost in this feeling and cannot make progress.

Faced with the sudden appearance of armed forces, Ma Feifei expressed that he was not panicked at all, not to mention that he could leave Doushu Dalu at any time, but that the evil calligrapher they said did not exist at all.

He, Ma Feifei, is such an upright person, how could he be an evil scribe who wrote such a small book?

"I've been writing books for hundreds of thousands of years, and I have quite a collection of books. You have to be prepared!" Ma Feifei smiled mysteriously, and the space ring in his hand shone with golden light, and books of different colors flew out of the space ring.

Blue, yellow, red, and black were intertwined in mid-air, and then split apart in an orderly manner, suspended in mid-air.

"My God! So many books!"

"I'm afraid there are thousands of copies?"

"And it keeps flying out."

"God! So many legendary books!"

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it..."

Everyone inside and outside was shocked by this scene and their jaws dropped. No one thought that they would be able to see the grand occasion of Wanshu Qifei in their lifetime.

The elder deacon stood aside, the book in his hand was about to drop, tears filled his cloudy eyes, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Thousands of books appear together, miracles, miracles!"

In Doushu Continent, the book writer is respected, but the book writer Qiongqi couldn't write too many books in his life. According to the chronological records of Doushu Dalu, the one who wrote the most books was a millionaire. Years ago, the book Emperor Wuji, fought across the continent of books for 10 years in the realm of emperor grade, and only wrote 680 books in his life, most of them were of yellow quality, and there were only more than ten mythical grade books. quality books. (Note: Blue quality books are not counted.)
Even if the blue quality books are added, the book emperor has only published books for more than seven hundred years in his lifetime. There is no other reason, because the glory of the book writer does not allow him to use blue quality books to make up for it.

When a calligrapher writes higher-quality books, he will be ridiculed if he also writes low-quality books. If he keeps regressing, he will be downgraded to the rank of a calligrapher.

This is the glory of a book writer, and no one will abandon their glory.

Although Ma Feifei has many blue-quality books here, there are also many yellow-quality books. There are also books of epic-level quality, and more than ten books of legendary-level. The most important thing is that books are constantly emerging from the space ring.

The arena could no longer hold these books, and they began to squeeze out, gradually covering the entire hall.

"Do you think it's enough? It's not enough. I have more here." Ma Fei raised the space ring in Yang's hand, looked at everyone, and asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)