The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

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"Go!" Ye Feng waved his hand.

Long Tianxing received a response, and immediately performed the "Light Body Technique", went down the mountain, and flew in the direction of Baifu City.

After a while, Mo Ying walked to Ye Feng's side and said, "Head, is my task to kill a high-level demon soldier-level monster independently?"

"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.

These tasks are all given by the system. After all, the "disciple assessment" belongs to the third item in the second phase of the task of the head, and Ye Feng can only supervise, and cannot directly determine the content of the task.

But in this way, Ye Feng was happy instead.

Because he doesn't need to rack his brains to arrange tasks for his disciples, just announce it.

"The disciple takes the lead."

Mo Ying bowed to Ye Feng with a fist, and then went out to look for the chaotic monster with the flying sword against the wind.

"Senior Sister Mo, wait a minute!" Yan Ruyu stopped Mo Ying and handed a thumb-sized bamboo tube over. "It's filled with spiritual spring water and some of my life spiritual power. Maybe it can help you."

"Thank you Junior Sister!" Mo Ying took the bamboo tube, patted Yan Ruyu on the shoulder, and Yu Jian left.

"I can't be idle either." Li Jiaojiao rushed to the kitchen. Her task is to make a dish that can increase her cultivation level after eating, and take the first step towards the spiritual kitchen.

The other disciples also became busy.

Seeing that everyone had a goal, Ye Feng was relieved.

Shi Lei's task is to manage the martial arts, like a brick in the ethereal sect, where it needs to be moved. Therefore, he began to conduct a comprehensive study of the Misty School to see what he should do best.

The task of Xia He and Qiu Ju was to assist Jia Yulan in planting elixir, and he had to take care of the feeding of the beasts.

Yan Ruyu's task is to catalyze the birth of elixir and to treat at least one injured disciple.

The task of Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu is to learn and practice.

As for Qiao Jiaxi, the last entry point, his task is to cultivate and break through the sixth level of body refining within three months.

Huo Yunjie's task is to practice sword!

It is the task given by the system to practice sword drawing within three months, and it is also in line with Huo Yunjie's intention.

"There is no woman in my heart, the **** of nature draws the sword, the first page of the sword book, forget the sweetheart... But it seems that the more you practice, the more wrong!" Huo Yunjie stood on the top of the peak, lost in thought.

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng smiled and said: "Why don't you go down the mountain for a walk? Or, cut off the fallen leaves with a sword?"

Hearing this, Huo Yunjie had a feeling of dispelling the clouds and dispersing the fog. He quickly stood up with his sword and said, "Thank you for your guidance!"

After speaking, Huo Yunjie left the summit.

Under a tree more than ten meters high, the strong wind blew, more than a dozen fallen leaves fell, Huo Yunjie's eyes condensed, and the cold light sword in his hand was out of its sheath!

Cang!

Where Jianfeng passed, no leaf was touched.

"Ah...this!"

Huo Yunjie was dumbfounded.

I wanted to split the dozen leaves with a single sword, but unexpectedly I couldn't do it at all. In the end, a single leaf didn't hit it.

"Sister Mo Ying said that I must be calm, and this may be the meaning of the first page of the sword book."

Huo Yunjie began to put his sword into its sheath, closed his eyes, and stood there waiting for the wind to come.

Wow!

The strong wind hit, the leaves collided with each other, and a few dead leaves fell. Huo Yunjie held his breath, locked the few fallen leaves with his own breath, jumped, and pulled out his sword at the same time.

The cold light swept across the sky, forming a strange arc, splitting the leaves in half.

"Progress!" Huo Yunjie was overjoyed, seizing the current inspiration and continuing to practice his sword.

...

Baifu City.

Long Tianxing is back.

Wearing a black robe, covering his silver hair, he walked on the street, and asked passers-by, he knew that Long Qitian was doing mischief somewhere outside the city.

"Cousin, don't make mistakes!"

Long Tianxing whispered, cast his "Light Body Technique" and hurried away.

More than a dozen miles south of Baifu City, there is an ancient town called Dafeng.

Most caravans coming from the south will stay in Dafeng Ancient Town for a period of time, and then enter the city the next day. As a result, many practitioners and past merchants gathered here.

At this time, in an inn.

Long Qitian sat on the seat, with two ruffian youths sitting beside him. Like him, they were all five peaks of qi refining.

If Ye Feng were here, he would recognize these two people.

One of them is Li Hanxiao!

Since being beaten by Jia Yulan with a vitality bomb last time, Li Hanxiao has not dared to continue to do evil in Baifu City.

The other is the second disciple of the middle school Xuanyun School, Wu De!

Wu De and Li Hanxiao were both present when Ye Feng accepted disciples in Baizong Square that day.

At this time, Long Qitian said: "Brother Li founded the Smile Gang in Dafeng Ancient Town. There are several practitioners under his command, dozens of ordinary martial artists, and several wives, which is also very nourishing."

Wu De also said: "Yes, it's enviable!"

"What are you envious of?" Li Hanxiao was very distressed and slapped the table. "Well, let's not talk about these nonsense, what are we going to do when we gather together for the ‘White Floating Sanying’ this time?"

Wu De also raised his spirits and looked at the organizer Long Qitian.

"I want to create an orthodox school of practice. After all, it's useless for us to have a little trouble like this." Long Qitian raised his chin, his eyes full of wild ambition.

"Only the three of us?" Wu De was stunned.

"Why not?" Long Qitian slapped the table, "Even Ye Feng can turn the inferior sect into a higher sect. We are all talents in the "Baifu Sanying", can we not even create an inferior sect? "

"We're only at the five peaks of Qi refining, and Ye Feng is the chosen son of heaven, it can't be compared!" Wu De waved his hand again and again.

When Li Hanxiao heard Ye Feng's name, he thought of Jia Yulan, recalling his experience of being beaten up and lying on the street in the form of "too", and clenched his fists.

At this time, Long Qitian said: "We use the ancient town of Dafeng as a stronghold, first dominate several small schools in this place, and gradually develop our influence. When we have silver, we can exchange it into spirit stones, and then buy elixir to improve our cultivation. ."

"What then?" Wu De asked again.

"Then? When the three of me arrive at Qi Refining Seventh Layer, we will choose a lower-level school outside of Baifu City to challenge. After winning, won't we get the Zongmen Land Deed?" Long Qitian laughed.

"Yes, you can do it!" Li Hanxiao finally spoke. Thinking of the past, he clenched his fists. "We Baifu Sanying are definitely people who can do things. As long as we gather our strength, we can succeed!"

"Yes, we can!" Long Qitian stood up, "So today, we will first unify the gangs in Dafeng Ancient Town."

Wu De was also touched by the two and agreed to the action.

After a while, the three of them exuded the aura of the five peaks of qi refining ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a number of first and second qi refining practitioners behind them, as well as dozens of martial artists, began to sweep the entire gang in Dafeng Ancient Town.

These gangs have almost no practitioners. They are all small martial arts sects. Facing the three peaks of five qi refining, how can they resist?

In less than half an hour, most of the forces were beaten to surrender, causing a huge turmoil in the ancient town of Dafeng and panic.

At this time, there was the last all-female power named "White Cloth Gate". The sect master was a five-fold Qi-refining practitioner from an inferior sect that had been disbanded.

boom!

The door of the Baiyimen was broken open, Long Qitian, Li Hanxiao, and Wu De entered the door, and the team behind them had grown to hundreds of people.

"What do you want to do?" The master of the white-clothed door is a middle-aged beautiful woman. She pinches the tactics to form a shield in front of her, shielding dozens of female disciples in white behind her.

"Join this son under the command, but forgive you not to die!" Long Qitian said loudly.

Li Hanxiao looked at so many women, his eyes were about to come out, showing a perverted smile: "What a white door, how come I haven't noticed it before!"

"You bastards!" The master of the white-clothed door scolded.

"It's nonsense, just hit it." Wu De lifted his palm and patted it, transforming into a huge palm print in front of him, and smashed the shield set by the master of the white-clothed door with a "click".

puff!

The owner of the white-clothed door was wounded and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Door!"

All the female disciples burst into tears, and then stared at Long Qitian and his group angrily.

Long Qitian waved his hand and ordered: "Tie me all!"

"Cousin, I advise you not to mistake yourself!"

At this moment, a naive but angry voice came, resounding through the entire gale town, and also attracted everyone's attention.