The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"System, what is going on with the increase in cultivation base?"

Ye Feng immediately asked the system a question.

"Under normal circumstances, the cultivation level that an ordinary disciple can provide to the head is equivalent to the true cultivation level of the disciple himself. If the disciple is promoted to a true disciple, the effect provided will be doubled."

The system explained.

Ye Feng thought for a while and said, "You mean that after Mo Ying was promoted to a true disciple, I was equivalent to an additional increase equal to Mo Ying's own cultivation base, that is... two'Mo Ying's powers'?"

"You can say that." The system said.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was silent.

He began to feel the changes in physical strength.

"Sure enough, the amount of the four peaks of the Ju Yuan realm has been increased. In this way, as the disciples in the door continue to break through to become true disciples, my strength can also increase a lot."

Ye Feng laughed.

But soon, the corners of his mouth twitched.

It is not that simple to be promoted to a true disciple. Mo Ying is so powerful that he has not passed the assessment until now.

For others, it's even more difficult.

However, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it is still meat, it is better than nothing.

Besides, the true cultivation disciples currently don't provide much cultivation level, but when their cultivation level rises one day, it will be double happiness.

"I like this feature!"

Ye Feng's smile gradually became funny, but he quickly reduced his smile, carrying his hands on his back, and looking at the Hall of the Elders at Feilai Peak.

Mo Ying left the Hall of the Elders, walked along the suspension bridge to the Misty Peak, raised his head, and happened to meet Ye Feng's gaze.

"Come on, I'll give you a reformed identity token." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and said softly.

Mo Ying walked to the top of the misty peak, took off the identity token tied to his belt, and put it on with both hands.

"Master, here!"

"The transformation process is very fast, just wait a moment."

Ye Feng raised his hand, released the forging furnace, threw the identity token into the furnace, and soon made a sound of Ding Ling clanging.

The transformation process is indeed very fast.

The two were silent for a moment, and the stove lid opened.

"This is a brand new identity token, here you are." Ye Feng grasped the slightly hot identity token and handed it to Mo Ying.

Starting with the token, it was warm.

Mo Ying looked at the back, the protruding words "True Moying" were particularly conspicuous.

She stroked the inscription, her red lips slightly raised.

At this moment, Mo Ying's sense of belonging to the Misty Sect has reached an unprecedented level.

"Thank you for your support!"

Mo Ying tied the token to his belt and bowed in a salute.

Ye Feng smiled slightly: "From now on, you will be the first true disciple of our Misty Sect. I hope you will continue to work hard. One day, the Misty Sect will be proud of you!"

These words made Mo Ying's heart warm.

In her heart, there seemed to be stormy waves scouring, and the four words "Proud of you" reverberated in her mind.

Mo Ying secretly clenched his fist.

She has more motivation again.

"Head, then I'll go down to practice first." Mo Ying took a deep breath, calmed the excitement in his heart, and was about to leave.

"Becoming a true disciple, you will get a brand-new spirit weapon, talk about what type you want, and if there is any relevant detailed description, I will personally refine it for you."

Ye Feng stopped Mo Ying.

Mo Ying was startled, "Head, I already have a middle-grade spirit sword, don't I need it for now?"

"That's different." Ye Feng waved his hand and placed the forge on the ground. A white bone about a foot long appeared beside him, the surface was crystal clear as jade, exuding a strong breath.

This thing is a rib of the Bone Demon Emperor.

Mo Ying looked at this section of bone, and could sense a vast and infinite aura from it, at least at the level of the Demon King.

"Let's talk about it, what kind of spiritual weapon do you want?"

Ye Feng paused, "You understand the sword intent of the fast sword, my suggestion is to use the flying sword, which is very suitable for you."

"Hmm...or else, please make a flying sword about one foot long, the master, it doesn't need to be too big, the important thing is sharpness and lightness..."

Mo Ying gradually said her request.

"Yeah, yes." Ye Feng listened and communicated with the forging furnace, and then made fine adjustments based on the feedback.

Ten minutes later, the forging began.

This piece of the Demon Emperor's skeleton was thrown into the forging furnace, and then Ye Feng put in a wisp of Feng Yuan Aura, and added a lot of special refining materials.

Halfway through the refining, Ye Feng took Mo Ying's blood and added it to start a new round of refining.

It was not until half an hour later that the refining ended.

Cang Dang!

The stove cover rose to the sky.

A gleaming, jade-like flying sword with white bones hovered in the air.

This sword is as thin as a cicada's wings, with a little red silk thread lingering on the surface, and it can cleave sharp sword awns with a slight shock.

Ye Feng flicked the sword body, making a sweet sword chant.

"What a fierce flying sword, light and sharp, it's really perfect!"

Mo Ying looked at this flying sword, and found that there was also the word "ying" on it, showing an ink color.

"The rank of this sword is a high-grade spiritual weapon, which can be collected into the sea of ​​qi, and it can be poured day and night with its own true essence, which can gradually increase its power. As for the name, it is up to you to pick it up."

Ye Feng handed Feijian over.

"Shang...A high-grade spirit weapon?"

Mo Ying was shocked.

I thought that what Ye Feng was refining was just a middle-grade spirit weapon of excellent grade, but who knew it was actually a top-grade!

"The rank is lower, after all, the raw material is the bones of a demon emperor of the God Realm Realm." Ye Feng muttered.

"The bones of the Demon Emperor?!"

Mo Ying opened her mouth in shock.

No wonder she felt a palpitating feeling when that piece of bone appeared. It turned out that this thing was actually a bone of the Demon King level!

"Use your own power to water this sword. Its potential is not low. It will not be a problem to become the best spirit weapon in the future. Even if it is a spirit treasure, it is not impossible."

Ye Feng put away the forge, sat on the recliner, took a sip of happy water, and felt refreshed.

Mo Ying did not expect the potential of this sword to be so great.

She stroked the sword lightly, feeling connected.

It seems that Ye Feng just took her blood refining device to connect her with this sword in advance. At this moment, it can be used directly without sacrifice.

As for the others, even if they get it, they won't be able to use it.

"Did you think about the name of this sword?" Ye Feng asked.

Mo Ying looked at this flying sword, thought about it, and said, "This sword is called'Bai Ling'!"

"Bai Ling Sword?" Ye Feng recalled carefully. After a moment, he nodded, "This is fine, it's better than the name I took."

Mo Ying's face was strange.

She wanted to say: Headmaster, you are just a nameless person. Anyone in our ethereal sect is better than you in terms of naming.

However, she dared not say these words.

"Master, I will try the Bai Ling Sword first."

"Go!"

Ye Feng looked at Mo Ying flying towards the clouds, and then looked at the Bai Ling Sword flying high in the sky, making a sound of breaking through the air.

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The magical capital.

Zhu Lei sat in a splendid palace, looking nervously at the arrogances sitting around him.

In this hall, his cultivation is quite ordinary.

Others, either the Juyuan Realm triple or the Juyuan Quadruple, the three with the highest cultivation level, have reached the Juyuan Realm seventh level, and are comparable to Jiang Baige, the chief of the Sword King Sect.

"Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi, Jiang Baige, Mu Ruxue...Interesting ~www.readwn.com~ It seems that there are indeed many people who can be called Tianjiao in the Nanjiang River Basin. It is a pity that such Tianjiao is in our king. It's everywhere."

A top-notch Tianjiao in the seventh level of the Ju Yuan Realm laughed, "Everyone, I will personally come to the Nanjiang Valley to challenge Jiang Baige, who is willing to go together?"

"I'm willing to wait!"

Most of the Tianjiao present burst out with a strong aura, exploding the roof of this hall, and the scene was astonishing.

In the corner, a Tianjiao wiped his sweat.

"Is there a pit in this group of people? They blow up my conference hall at every turn. The key is not to lose money, they are speechless!"

This Tianjiao looked disgusted.

He had known that these people were so stupid, he shouldn't have let them come here to discuss matters.

"Everyone, go to the Nanjiang River Basin, why am I missing?"

At this time, outside the conference hall, a gentle and pleasant voice came.