The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Ever since Feilai Peak was built, the legend of Ye Feng has been circulating in Baifu City.

Even the deputy city lord, the old city lord, and the palace lord of the neon clothes palace and others ran over from time to time to take a peek, feeling that Ye Feng became more mysterious.

Master Yunhua, City Lord of Sanyuan City, Sect Master of Hundred Tools and other masters of the master class, occasionally pretended to pass by, and took a look from a distance.

Misty Peak is dozens of miles away.

Real Man Qingyun was lying on a tree, staring at the Feilai Peak that seemed to appear out of thin air, his eyes were full of incredible color.

"How can anyone in this world create spiritual veins out of thin air? Who will tell me, is this true?"

Real Qingyun was very depressed, even almost depressed.

"Do I really want to kneel in front of Ye Feng, holding his leg, crying and confessing?"

When he thought of that scene, the real Qingyun got goose bumps, and he was so angry that he cut the big tree under his body with a sword, and flew into the distance like running away.

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Misty Peak.

Ye Feng, Yan Ruyu, and Jia Yulan were standing side by side, looking at the panacea garden that had expanded by a third, and they were full of praise.

"It seems that our ethereal faction fully meets the certification requirements of the one-star sect, and we are ready to start applying for certification."

Ye Feng carried his hands on his back, with emotion on his face.

After a few months, the Misty faction is finally about to transform into a star power, and his heart is both anticipating and emotional.

Of course, there is also some tension.

"For the sake of insurance, please first invite Elder Hongmeng to come to an informal appraisal to determine whether there are still missing conditions in the sect. If not, it will not be too late to apply for the star sect review and appraisal to the Junwang City."

Ye Feng decided to settle down.

"Head, there are guests visiting." At this time, Long Tianxing ran into the small cave world and said to Ye Feng.

"Who is looking for me?"

"It's the elder Hongmeng, and the young leader of the Ten Thousand Islands League."

"Anyone else?"

"No, just the two of them."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng frowned slightly.

Although I was very curious why Elder Hongmeng came, since the other party arrived, it happened that there was no need to contact him in advance, which saved a lot of things.

A quarter of an hour later.

Master Hall.

Ye Feng sat in the main seat, Hongmeng elders and Mo Minxi were in the guest seats, and Gong Qingqiu, as the elder, sat opposite the two guests.

"It turns out that the rumors are true. Ye Zhangmen led many disciples of the Misty Sect to jointly create a Congfeng named Feilai Peak, and a miniature spirit vein was bred in it. It is truly a world-beating good fortune, which is admirable. "Elder Hongmeng put down the teacup, his face was full of different colors.

She was very interested in Ye Feng's method of creating spiritual veins out of thin air.

"Thank you." Ye Feng waved his hand.

Mo Minxi sat in her seat and drank tea silently, looking a little cautious.

Ye Feng glanced at her, remembering the words of Mo Tianlong, the leader of the Ten Thousand Island Alliance, secretly saying that Mo Pity was not forced to come to "cultivating feelings", right?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng looked strange.

He coughed, cleared his throat, and asked, "I wonder if the two of you suddenly visited, why is it so expensive?"

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Mo Minxi lowered his head and said nothing.

Elder Hongmeng pursed his thin lips and said, "Naturally, I heard about Feilai Peak, so I came to visit and see the legendary man-made spiritual veins. There is nothing else."

"so it is!"

Ye Feng nodded, "Elder Hongmeng, we are ready for the Star Rising of the Misty Sect. I wonder if you can check it out for the Misty Sect?"

Elder Hongmeng's eyes flickered, and said: "Ye Zhangmen, is this hope that I will come to a private appraisal, check the missing?"

"Exactly!" Ye Feng nodded.

Elder Hongmeng pondered for a moment, and said: "This is not impossible, but the Junwang City has always been strict in appraisal of Zongmen's ascension stars. An elder."

"Is it for fairness and justice?" Ye Feng asked.

"Exactly." Elder Hongmeng nodded.

"It should be, Ye Mou will not have any objections." Ye Feng said that there is no problem, hoping that Elder Hongmeng can start the appraisal immediately.

"Since the head of Ye is kindly invited, then this elder is not welcome, and now I will walk in the ethereal sect." Elder Hongmeng stood up and said.

"Thanks." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Elder Hongmeng went out and took the lead in the library.

Mo Minxi put down the tea cup quietly, walked side by side with Gong Qingqiu, followed behind Ye Feng and the elder Hongmeng, without saying a word.

"I heard that Elder Hongmeng is going to conduct a private star sect appraisal for us. Let's take a look." When Shi Lei heard the news, he hurriedly led Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing to follow behind.

In the library.

Elder Hongmeng consulted the internal collection of books, with a smile on his pretty face, and said to Ye Feng next to him: "The head of Ye is really rich, and he has purchased so many spells, and even third-rank and fourth-rank spells, relying on these alone. , The library of your school has already met the requirements."

"That's good." Ye Feng felt a loose heart.

Then, everyone went to the spirit beast pavilion.

This is a newly built single-family courtyard near the backyard of Misaki Peak. The iron-clawed dragon eagle stands on the roof. The little white fox, the white floating five immortals, and the flat head brother all have their own small rooms.

Looking at the terrifying Pingtou brother, then at the thousand-year-old ancient pine in the distance, and the remaining high-level demon soldier-level mountain guard spirit beasts, the elder Hongmeng secretly marveled.

"Ye Sect, the nobility's background is too deep? The spirit beast pavilion alone is enough to sweep an ordinary one-star power!"

Ye Feng smiled: "Meaning, the Spirit Beast Pavilion also meets the conditions?"

Elder Hongmeng nodded: "Nature."

Next, the group arrived in the backyard, entered the small cave world, and saw the vibrant elixir field.

Elder Hongmeng was amazed again.

"It's really worthy of the sect who owns the head of Ye Zhang. The quantity and quality of this elixir garden are excellent, and it will not be a problem to pass the appraisal."

Looking at the spirit fish in the pond, her eyes lit up, "Ye Zhangmen, this fish?"

"I will give you three." Ye Feng grabbed it casually. Three spirit fish weighing more than ten kilograms were wrapped in a ball of water and delivered to Elder Hongmeng's hands.

"This fish is delicious and delicious." Ye Feng added.

"Uh...I'm going to take it back to watch, not to eat." Elder Hongmeng said with a weird expression.

As soon as the voice came out, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Ahem, next one!" Ye Feng hurriedly concealed his embarrassment, leading everyone to Feilai Peak, standing on the edge of the cliff, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

"The noble faction actually has three miniature spiritual veins. It's really wealthy. There is no problem with one spiritual vein." Elder Hongmeng was envious, "Next, is the final alchemy and refining appraisal."

"Peace, alchemy." Ye Feng shouted.

"Yes, Master Master." Wang Ping'an stood up, and placed the **** pot on the ground in the stunned eyes of Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi.

"Get up and start making alchemy!"

Wang Pingan murmured.

Hearing this, Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi looked at each other, their faces full of stunned.

Use an iron pan to make alchemy?

Can you give basic respect to alchemy?

The expressions of the two women gradually became weird~www.readwn.com~ I felt that Ye Feng was too childish, and it was enough for his disciples to refine alchemy, but they were still using iron pots!

Not reliable!

The two women had such thoughts at the same time.

But soon, a scene that surprised them appeared.

After Wang Pingan prepared the elixir according to the quantity, he stir-fried and steamed in the pot, and finally accumulated a lot of shining elixir essence on the wall of the pot.

"Huh, it's interesting!"

Elder Hongmeng is interested.

Mo Minxi also looked at it seriously.

They have a hunch that an iron pan stewing method that subverts the traditional alchemy method seems to be facing the world!