The practitioners around him were amazed.

"This is the credit of Lingbao." Shi Lei scratched his head.

He continued to use Ma Liang's brush improved by Ye Feng, using the power of heaven and earth as ink, and constantly painted and revised the mountains and rivers of the earth.

When everyone saw this scene, they worshiped him as a god.

Misty Peak.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and an attic that had shrunk countless times appeared above his palm. The four words "Zongmen Mall" were written on the door plaque.

"This name is too inconsistent!"

Ye Feng complained.

The word "mall" in the world of spiritual practice does not sound very good, and it feels quite inconsistent.

So Ye Feng thought about a new name.

However……

As an expert in naming, Ye Feng thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a good name.

"Forget it, that's it!"

Ye Feng threw Zongmen Mall towards Zongmen Square.

Rumble!

The ground shook slightly, attracting the attention of all the disciples. They all looked towards the southeastern edge of the square. They saw a hall that was 100 meters long, 80 meters wide and 50 meters high rising from the ground.

There are four words written on the door plaque.

"Zongmen Mall?"

"What is this stuff?"

The disciples gathered around curiously, pushed the door open, and saw a large number of shelves inside, with countless wooden drawers with different names written on them.

"First-grade spell "Flowing Cloud Art", priced at 10 points." A certain disciple inserted his identity token into the keyhole next to the drawer according to the instructions.

jingle!

This person's disciple points were reduced by 10. Immediately afterwards, the drawer opened automatically, and a scroll popped out with many words written on it.

"It's really a magic!"

The disciple exclaimed.

Soon, the Zongmen Mall caused a sensation in the Piaomiao Sect, attracting countless disciples to flock there.
Chapter completed!