Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal

Sect Master Can’t Be Mortal Chapter 124

2021-01-16

Chapter 124 has over 10,000 reputation, Spirit Beast Pavilion third rank

Who didn't expect Ye Feng will Defeat the Thousand-faced Demon Lord in this way.

Before the war, the Thousand Faced Demon King was full of rants and imposing manners. Everyone believed that his strength was very terrifying.

On the other hand, Ye Feng is too low-key and has a high probability of losing.

But who knows, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord said the most irritating words, was beaten the hardest, and was finally beaten up by Ye Feng and fell to the ground.

"I seemed to feel Sect Master Ye's punching power doubled just now, what's going on?" Vice-City Lord frowned.

"Is it because Sect Master Ye has received more blessings from the power of heroic spirits, so his strength has risen to the level of the 2nd layer of Gathering Essence?" Lu Shanyue tugged at his beard and speculated in this regard.

"The head is mighty!" Misty Sect dísciple's tense heart finally loosened, Long Tianxing also jumped off Shi Lei and patted his chest.

Compared to Misty Sect's recipes, Wu De and Li Hanxiao, who were lying on the tree watching the battle, were dumbfounded.

"The Thousand-faced Demon Lord has actually lost?"

"It's impossible!"

The two of them still couldn't believe it.

That is the Sect Master of Demon Sect in the south!

When the two of them watched the battle, they witnessed the strange methods of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord with their own eyes. They are really strong. Fighting alone, they can definitely crush the three heads of Nishang Palace, Ba Dao Sect, and Flying Feather Sect. .

But in the end, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord lost!

On the ground.

The corners of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord's mouth kept twitching, and blood was overflowing. The whole person showed a "big" shape and fell into the soil. His mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say.

"How could I lose?" The Thousand Faced Demon Lord's mind was already filled with this thought.

Ye Feng fell to the ground: "The Thousand-faced Demon Lord, you are defeated!"

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Even if the Thousand-faced Demon Lord doesn't admit it, it's already clear who wins and who loses in this battle, and it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not.

"You're cruel!"

The Thousand-faced Demon Lord held back for a long time, but finally did not shout "No, I am not defeated", but crawled out of the soil Come out, point to Ye Feng and spit out these three words.

Then, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord ran away in despair.

hua!

The audience suddenly boiled.

Ye Feng wins!

Although I don't know why Ye Feng can be considered the position of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and start to fight back, many people who eat melons value the result more.

[sect RP+457]

[sect RP+632]

 …

Just a short time, Misty Sect's reputation value has doubled from more than 3,000 to nearly 7,000, and it is still rising.

Ye Feng has never felt this kind of happiness.

There were more than 200,000 people watching the game tonight.

In Ye Feng's opinion, even if only one twentieth of the melon eaters recognize Misty Sect, the reputation of the sect can be over 10,000.

"Wait until the Spirit Beast Pavilion is promoted to the third rank, and then go to suppress the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and see if you can conquer the Spirit Beast as the ninth guardian mountain."

Looking at Qian Qian Ye Feng secretly said in the direction that Mian Mojun left.

If it is successful, the first two items of the second stage task are basically completed.

Not far away.

Long Qitian knelt on the ground, his fingers like claws, sinking into the mud, his eyes flickering constantly.

"Why is Ye Feng so strong!"

"Even the Demon Lord has been defeated, I am not willing to!"

"I still want to build A star power, why does it always backfire?"

Long Qitian banged his head on the ground and even cried.

Long Zhenchuan stood behind him, patted Long Qitian's back with his hand, and said earnestly: "Son! Sometimes, if one road doesn't work, you choose another. Tianxing is right, you should Make up your mind and get on the right path."

After saying that, Long Zhenchuan sighed.

Long Qitian lifts the head, looking at the slightly gray temples of his father.

Recalling the father's kind face when he was young, the pair of eyes that had high hopes for him, and looking at the jerk he looks like now, Long Qitian's eyes turned even redder and he cried rustling sound.

"Father, I was wrong!"

In the end, Long Qitian threw himself in Long Zhenchuan's arms and burst into tears.

"Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot. Early tomorrow morning, you will leave White Floating City and go to an old friend of your father for a good cultivation." Long Zhenchuan patted Long Qitian's shoulder and said.

A few dozen meters away.

Ye Feng was surrounded by Misty Sect dísciple and many cultivators, and there were countless congratulations in his ears.

"Ding, honorary disciple Long Tianxing's personal task has been completed, and he can be promoted to Outer Sect Disciple."

The system's prompt sounded, which caught Ye Feng's attention and looked surprised. Towards the distance, I found Long Qitian crying in Long Zhenchuan's arms, and only then did I realize that this kid has sincerely regretted it.

Although I don't know if it will turn black again in the future, at least Long Qitian has repented for now.

"After all, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy!" Ye Feng sighed.

Not long after, Long Zhenchuan left with Long Qitian, and most of the melon eaters also picked up small benches to rush home.

Tonight's battle was an eye-opener for them to blow for many days.

Especially the Myriad Transformations of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord is even more impressive.

However, most people still think that Ye Feng is stronger. After all, he can see through the hiding methods of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and win the final victory.

“Sect Master Ye, can my three sons join Your sect?”

“I have a nephew who also wants to join Misty Sect!”

"Although I'm fifty years old, I think I can do it!"

Many people are shouting, hoping that they or their relatives and friends can be appreciated by Ye Feng and join Misty Sect.

"Under Misty Peak, there is a stone tablet erected by the sect master himself. The conditions for accepting apprentices are written on it. If you are interested, you can take a look at it."

After speaking, Ye Feng cupped the hands towards the crowd, jumped on the back of Iron Claw Dragon Hawk, and walked away with the recipes.

"MUST go to Misty Peak tomorrow!"

"Remember to call me!"

Everyone went home and went to sleep.

During this period, Misty Sect's reputation continued to skyrocket, reaching 9,000, and moved towards 10,000.

on the city wall.

Vice-City Lord and other five Gathering Essence environment watch Misty Peak.

Lu Shanyue said: "Sect Master Ye's strength has improved very quickly. He really deserves to be Heaven's Chosen Son. After this battle, he has won a lot of people's hearts, and the power of heroic spirits will increase."

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Said solemnly, the head of the Tyrant Swordsmen: "So, next time we meet again, he should be the second powerhouse in White Floating City."

"It's very possible." Lu Shanyue nodded.

"Is this Heaven's Chosen Son? I can't be envious!" Flying Feather Sect shook his head helplessly. He worked hard for many years, but he couldn't keep up with a young man in his early twenties.

"It's just a pity that Heaven's Chosen Son does not have a cultivation base. Although it is possible to avoid all diseases, if you can't embark on the road of cultivation, life essence is destined to be small, rising quickly, and ending soon...

oh!" Lu Shanyue sighed.

 …

Misty Peak.

The disciples gathered around the table, eating the supper just made by Li Jiaojiao, all with smiles on their faces.

Ye Feng looked at the happy expression of the recipes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising his mouth, he went out the door, looked at the honeybadger who was still lying on the ground, and found that he had indeed broken through to the lower-level Monster General, but he had not woken up yet. .

Eating supper, all the dísciples are busy.

Ye Feng sat on the roof alone, watching the bright moon in the sky, waiting quietly.

"Ding, congratulations on breaking 10,000 reputation in the sector, unlocking the third rank of the Spirit Beast Pavilion. The first task of the second stage task of the head '10,000 people' has been completed, and a special small package × 1 has been obtained. to the sect storage space."

The system beep sounds.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, trying to control himself not to laugh, but in the end he couldn't hold back and laughed three times, alarming everyone in Misty Sect.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Yan Ruyu lifts the head, waving his little hand towards Ye Feng on the roof.

"cough cough, I'm so happy today, leave me alone and continue to sleep." Ye Feng waved his hand.

Waiting for the recipes to return to their room, Ye Feng impatiently opened the special gift package.

"Ding, get a middle grade Spiritual Artifact 'small palm-leaf fan'."

A flash of light flashed, and Ye Feng's palm lay a simple-looking palm-leaf fan. A small fan, only three inches long.

(end of this chapter)