The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Although there is no furniture yet, the size of the room is okay, just enough for one person."

Ye Feng stood in this "concave"-shaped courtyard, looking at the number on the door of each room, showing a sense of relief.

Fifteen rooms, from "No. 0" to "No. 14".

No. 0 belongs to Ye Feng and sits on the central axis.

"No. 1" to "No. 11" are the rooms of other disciples, except for the room that belonged to the fifth disciple Shu Hongyu, which was empty, everyone else lived.

The remaining three rooms are temporarily left blank.

In order to appear more elegant, Master Li built latrines and kitchens on both sides of this small courtyard, as well as auxiliary rooms such as firewood houses.

After that, Master Li emptied the waste again and built a lot of furniture on the site, which was finally successfully completed.

The top of the current Miaofeng Peak has a construction area of ​​one-third.

Ye Feng intends to keep the remaining space for future use to build buildings such as the martial arts field and the spirit beast pavilion.

"It's good to have your own room!" Ye Feng came to the door of his "No. 0 Room".

This room is not the first room, but is located on the central axis of the “concave” shape, which happens to be the middle one. middle.

"Ye Zhangmen, here is basically finished. From now on, the old man will bring some gardeners to plant spiritual flowers and other plants for the Misty Sect." Master Li said.

"Okay, thank you, Master Li."

Ye Feng watched Master Li and his party leave, and then returned to the renovated head hall, feeling that everything was completely new and comfortable.

Suddenly, he remembered the spoils he had obtained in the forest near the forest farm.

Those things must be disposed of, and they cannot be used by themselves, otherwise they will cause fire.

So he called Mo Ying.

"How to deal with these things secretly?"

Ye Feng took out Zhao Dajiang's spirit sword, shook it in front of Mo Ying's eyes, and put it away.

Mo Ying thought for a while and said, "There is an underground market in the City of Fire, where you can sell the spoils, and regardless of our identity, the opponent only looks at the goods, not the people."

Ye Feng took a deep look at Mo Ying, and secretly said that she was really an "old driver" and she was so knowledgeable.

"The sooner these things are released, the better."

Ye Feng said.

Zhao Dajiang's spirit sword is very good, but once it is taken out and used, it is easy to be targeted by someone with a heart.

Mo Ying glanced at the sky outside: "It's getting late, so I can only go back early tomorrow morning."

"Row."

Ye Feng nodded.

The two didn't know that there was a big white ant lying on the edge of a cliff tens of meters away from them.

"After waiting for three days, those mortals finally left, and I don't know when they can wait for the right opportunity." Variety Beast waited anxiously.

However, thinking of Ye Feng's experience of kicking it down when he was moving his muscles a few days ago, Variety Beast felt that this master was not easy.

Therefore, it has never dared to get too close.

Early the next morning.

Before dawn, Ye Feng and Mo Ying had already set foot on the Windward Flying Sword and flew towards the beacon city in the east.

Originally, Ye Feng was going to fly over with the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle. After all, it would consume too much money to fly back and forth four hundred miles with Moying's Royal Sword alone.

However, the iron claw dragon eagle target is too big.

In the end, out of safety considerations, Ye Feng flew with Mo Ying Yujian, and tried to return on the same day.

"Hey, those two people are gone, and my chance is here." Staring at the ethereal Variety Beast all the time, he found that Ye Feng, the most invisible, had finally gone out, and his eyes lit up.

…

On the way.

Ye Feng found that Feijian's speed was much faster, probably because there were only two people standing.

"At this speed, you will be able to reach the City of Beacon within an hour." Mo Ying stood in front, holding the sword art in his right hand.

"The speed is okay!"

Ye Feng praised.

This speed is almost ten meters per second, which is really good. The key is to go straight and save trouble.

"But this is an ideal situation. With my current spiritual power, I can't fly for an hour continuously." Mo Ying's words were like pouring Ye Feng with cold water.

"How much spiritual power do you need to add?" Ye Feng asked, five low-grade spiritual stones appeared in his palm.

Ye Feng didn't want to delay too much time on the road, even if it was worth consuming a few pieces of spiritual stones, he would not lose money after selling the materials anyway.

"Flying for two hundred miles, three low-grade spirit stones are needed." Mo Ying only took three, and then stopped talking.

"Three spirit stones that consume fuel for a hundred kilometers?" Ye Feng complained inwardly and put away the remaining two spirit stones.

In the following time, Mo Ying had been controlling the flying sword to fly at a constant speed, but Ye Feng was bored, looking left and right.

After flying fifty miles, Mo Ying would take out a low-grade spirit stone to supplement the loss.

…

The top of the misty peak.

At this time, the Variety Beast determined that Ye Feng would not return in a short time, and immediately muttered the formula silently, turning into a white mosquito, and flew to the ear of the iron-clawed dragon eagle.

Buzzing!

The Ironclaw Dragonhawk was closing his eyes to rest, but suddenly heard annoying mosquitoes in his ears.

So, with a "slap", it flapped its wings and flew the Variety Beast that turned into a mosquito. It didn't know where it fell.

"I'm so angry!"

The Variety Beast flew back again and turned into an ant, ready to climb to the ears of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

But before it could climb up, UU read www.uukanshu.com Iron Claw Dragon Eagle felt a little itchy, its wings shook, and the Variety Beast was shot again.

"I don't believe it!"

Variety of beasts are indomitable.

However, no matter what kind of insect it turns into, it can't get close to the iron claw dragon eagle.

For a while, its face was almost green.

…

On the other side, after Ye Feng and Mo Ying consumed three low-grade spirit stones, they finally landed in front of an ancient city made of red and black stone bricks.

This is the beacon city.

Due to the recent haunts of monsters, the city of Beacon, which had hundreds of thousands of people, has dropped sharply to 100,000, and the pedestrians in the city are sparse, like eggplants beaten by frost.

Ye Feng and Mo Ying all put on black coats with black gauze hats on their heads, and they walked into the city like this.

Mo Ying took Ye Feng to a dilapidated grocery store and entered a gloomy underground corridor through a secret passage.

There are many stalls on both sides of the promenade, selling all kinds of monster materials, or medicinal medicine, spiritual grass, etc., each stall owner's dress is similar to Ye Feng, and you can't see the true face.

Mo Ying did not stay in the corridor, but took Ye Feng into a shop called "Wuxuan Pavilion".

"Oh, two distinguished guests come here, do you want to buy or sell?" A fat-looking man wrapped in a cloak walked out and asked them.

Ye Feng found that the surface of the cloak worn by the fat man seemed to have an aura coating, and when he looked at it with his spiritual eyes, there would be colorful lights, and he could not see the specific cultivation.

At this moment, Ye Feng found that Mo Ying seemed to be looking at him, so he said:

"Sell things first. If you have good things here, I might buy them."

"okay!"

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion chuckled, shut the door, and said, "You two can show what you want to sell."