Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"Master, many people gathered in the square, all came to worship."

Zhong Qing walked in and said softly.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng jumped up instantly, with a face full of surprise, when he was about to walk outside, he found Zhong Qing who was hesitant to speak.

"Tutor, do you have anything to say?" Yi Feng asked softly.

"Master, what I want to ask is, are you a cultivator or not!" Zhong Qing said expectantly.

"The secret cannot be leaked, you will know when the time comes."

Yi Feng fondly touched Zhong Qing's little head.

For this hard-working disciple, Yi Feng really couldn't bear to lie to him, but he also didn't want to disappoint him.

Therefore, it is better to avoid this issue for the time being.

When you have received a hundred apprentices and you can cultivate yourself, that will be the best answer.

Glancing at Zhong Qing, who was rubbing his head with a foolish face, Yi Feng smiled, ignoring him, and hurriedly walked towards the square.

I don't know if I don't go, I was startled when I saw it.

Under the leadership of these old men and women, the square was full of people.

If there are other people here, I am afraid that the eyeballs will fall.

Because in the square at the moment, except for those old men and old ladies who are obscure, all young people are the favored sons of heaven, and the lowest strength is already the cultivation of human beings.

Of course.

They can reach the immortals, but it is not that they are evil to such a degree.

It is because of the Immortal Irrigation of the Xianjiang Continent some time ago that the cultivation of the practitioners on the entire continent has risen.

In addition, most of them enjoy the dividends of their ancestors living in Pingjiang City.

It is even an exaggeration to say that this group of heaven's favored sons is completely raised from the garbage dump at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

After all, for these juniors, a broken scrap of paper in the garbage may be able to penetrate their entire lives.

And it was just such a group of arrogant sons, and old men and old ladies who couldn't see through their cultivation, all standing respectfully on the square, their faces filled with awe.

Yi Feng roughly counted, there are probably dozens of young people who came to apprentice.

Yi Feng was overjoyed.

This group of old men and old ladies, almost completed most of the apprenticeship task for him in an instant!

At this moment, a scolding voice came from a distance.

"Old Ancestor, although you managed to make me a fairy, but I am so fleshy, it's enough to fight Emperor Wu with eight lives. I'd better not make a fool of myself?" A fat man who looks like a hill The fat man moved his steps reluctantly, his small eyes twinkled, and he said bitterly.

"One bucket late, hurry up and get me over there to hear, do you know, how many people don't want to have this opportunity, you don't know how to cherish this opportunity!" The old man was so angry that he kicked the fat man with his legs. on the ass.

These feet were completely painless and tickle by the fat of the fat man, but due to the authority of the old man, he had no choice but to carry his head forward.

"Hey, sorry, sir, I'm late."

The old man said apologetically, and then forcefully pulled the fat man into the crowd.

But he didn't expect that this villain took out the pig's trotter again, lowered his head and secretly gnawed it.

"Eat, eat, and eat, and I've lost all the face of my Chi family."

"Ancestor, but I'm really hungry!"

"How dare you talk back."

The old man knocked on a bucket of late a few bursts of chestnuts, and there was a sound of hating iron.

And the other young talents in the field looked at this fat man with some disdain. How could such a person be qualified to come to such a place.

"Hey, everyone laughed and laughed."

The old man smiled apologetically, and secretly kicked the late bucket a few times.

"No problem."

Yi Feng smiled.

As long as he can bring him an apprentice, it doesn't matter if he is a little later. After all, if there is one more person, he will have one more progress.

After waiting for a while, and seeing that everyone was almost there, Yi Feng began to accept apprentices.

Looking around, I directly picked the late one bucket just now, who told this fat man to be so outstanding in both body and every aspect.

"come here."

Yi Feng said softly.

The fat man who was eating pig trotters raised his head.

Others also looked at Chi Yikun in disbelief.

"What are you still doing, sir, calling you." The old man kicked the **** of the late bucket again and shouted quickly.

Hearing this, Chi Yi bucket then recovered, quickly wiped the oil from his mouth, and ran to Yi Feng respectfully.

"Cough, I'll check my talent!"

Yi Feng pretended to touch Fatty's shoulder, looked at his palm again, and nodded lightly.

Actually.

Where will he see what talent.

But after all, in front of so many people, as the head of the sect, he has to pretend.

Of course.

Instead, he used the system to test him.

It's a super trash talent.

However, talent garbage is not garbage, Yi Feng doesn't care, the key is to accept apprentices.

"Well, the talent is average, but it can be made with a little training." Yi Feng lied seriously.

heard.

There was an exclamation in the field.

Countless people looked at Chi Yikun with envy.

And Chi Yitan himself was sluggish in place.

Of course, the most excited person is the old man from the Chi family.

Originally, he only got into Pingjiang City by luck, and his younger generation really didn't have anything to do, so he brought a bucket of late.

He actually tried his luck when he brought a bucket late, never holding out hope.

Unexpectedly, the first one was selected by Yi Feng.

"Hahaha, my Chi family is about to rise!"

The old man of the Chi family laughed out loud on the spot, and even more vigorously bowed to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng touched his forehead awkwardly.

A black line.

This is too exciting, isn't it?

If this old man knew that he was an empty shell, he might not know what his expression would be.

But forget it.

As long as he accepts 100 disciples, his status as a cultivator is worthy of the name.

He smiled quietly.

Continuing to show the aura of a sect master, he pretended to look around at the crowd.

Under Yi Feng's gaze, all the young talents and the celestial beings became agitated, and they all looked at Yi Feng with hope.

However.

Just as Yi Feng was about to pick someone at random, when he was the next disciple, a systemic voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Ding."

"It is detected that the host's new apprentices are not qualified enough, and the task progress is still 3/100."

"What's the matter?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Feng was dumbfounded.

"Why, do you still need qualifications to accept apprentices?" Yi Feng couldn't help asking the system.

"Ding."

"Minimum talent requirements for apprentices: ordinary qualifications."

"Ordinary qualifications?"

Yi Feng flashed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not bad.

Just ordinary qualifications.

It's no big deal either.

After all, his little trash apprentice Zhong Qing also has an ordinary person, so among the dozens of people in front of him, there are always a large number of ordinary talents, right?

"Start talent detection."

"Test everyone present."

Yi Feng made a sound towards the system, then raised the corner of his mouth and waited for the result.