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

a few days later.

Yi Feng frowned.

"The dog system is tricking me again!"

Yi Feng scolded loudly, because the flyers had been sent out for several days, and still no one came to apprentice.

Fortunately, Dongsheng's sect is no better than Beihai, and the number of disciples who can cultivate is much more than Beihai.

Every few years, the Zongmen Alliance organizes a new ceremony.

To put it bluntly, the new entry ceremony is to recruit disciples.

It is set up by the sect alliance in a certain place, and the disciples who meet the cultivation requirements will become the candidates to be selected.

Then the major sects can select suitable disciples from the candidates to join their sects.

And Yi Feng was informed that he also had a selection spot in Tiandimen.

This is a benefit given by the Zongmen Alliance. After all, his Tiandimen is also a ninth-rank Zongmen certified by the Zongmen Alliance.

Immediately.

Yi Feng set off with Qing Huanxiang.

after all.

Don't give up this innocent disciple.

This time, the entrance ceremony was held in Nansha. Yi Feng rode the flying sword and carried Qing Huanxiang, rubbing the ground and flying towards Nansha.

A few days later, the two came to Nansha.

Of course.

In fact, Yi Feng's flying sword can still be much faster, but when they were just out of Pingjiang, the two almost hit a tree, and Yi Feng slowed down.

But even so, the wind blows all the way, and the migraine is also committed.

By the time the two arrived at the ceremony, the new ceremony was drawing to a close, and those high-level sects had already left with those talented disciples.

The rest on the field, there are only some sects of the eighth and ninth rank.

And the disciples who were not selected were mostly left with crooked melons and cracked dates.

Of course.

Even the sect masters of these eighth-ninth-rank sects seem to have a deep breath and a strong presence.

According to the quota, Yi Feng stood with the sect masters of these eighth-ninth sects.

With a straight waist, he has the aura of a master.

However.

He was panicked.

He is a waste mortal, and it is really difficult to pretend to be a cultivator to enter and exit such a situation!

You know, the people here are not like him, they are empty shells, but they are all authentic masters.

Even he was still in it, seeing such a terrifying martial arts master!

"Old Qing, although I'm very strong, I have to keep a low profile and don't cause trouble, did you hear me!"

Yi Feng said softly and solemnly to Xiang Qing Huan next to him.

"Yes, sir."

Qing Huanxiang nodded respectfully.

Hearing this, Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

With the passage of time, the disciples of the eighth-rank sects have been selected, and the next step is to leave them as the ninth-rank sects.

"That disciple, my Tianyue Sect wants it, do you have any opinions?"

A middle-aged man stepped out and looked at one of the Huafu disciples.

"Hmph, my Demon Heaven Sect also wants him."

Another old man came out and started a fight.

"Hmph, are you sure you want to oppose my Tianyue Sect?" the man said in a deep voice.

"My Demon Heaven Sect is afraid that you won't succeed?"

The old man confronted each other.

"Then let's compare."

The middle-aged man slapped the old man with a palm, and the two immediately fought together.

Although the current disciples are all leftover crooked melons and cracked dates selected by other sects, for these ninth-rank sects, they are also good seedlings.

After all, Tianyue Sect won this battle.

After these two sects, several more sects began to **** their disciples.

As for Yi Feng.

He just stood there with an expressionless face.

Grab it, grab it, grab it hard.

Anyway, I don't mix it, just leave one for me.

After all, if he provokes that sect, his Heaven and Earth Sect will not be able to resist.

But two hours later, all the disciples in the field have been selected, and there is not one left.

Yi Feng's face was black.

Then the **** white run?

How is this good?

Involuntarily, he turned his gaze to an old man beside him.

This old man is the sect master of Jiutian Sect. Since it has been established for a long time, there are several places, so several disciples have been selected.

"Cough brother, in the sect master of Xiatiandi, I ran over thousands of miles, and one of the disciples did not catch, so can you negotiate and give me one?" Yi Feng said with a smile on his face.

"Brother, it's not easy for everyone. You are indeed pitiful. If that's the case, then I'll give you one!"

When the Jiutianmen old man heard the words, he immediately agreed.

After all, for him, the few he harvested are crooked melons and cracked dates, so it's no big deal to let one.

then.

From this group of crooked melons and cracked dates, he picked out the worst woman and gave it to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng turned his gaze to the female disciple.

She looks cool and beautiful, and her facial features are unparalleled.

The figure is even better, tall and... tall and straight, and there is a unique temperament on his body.

Obviously.

In front of most practitioners, talent is everything, even if she is beautiful, but without talent, she belongs to the existence that can be given up at will.

Yi Feng quickly tested her with the system.

Hi.

His mother's ordinary qualifications.

This makes Yi Fengxi happy.

It is worthy of being selected by the Zongmen Alliance. Even the worst aptitudes are ordinary, and those disciples who are better are too lazy to test.

This is much more powerful than the old men and ladies in Pingjiang City.

I wrote two and a half last night until now, and I deleted another two and a half when I was not satisfied.