The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Yes I do!"

Liang Wanfen nodded repeatedly.

Ye Feng said, "Then follow me to the Spiritual King's Capital."

"Wow! Going to the capital of Ling Miao Kingdom? I've grown up so much and haven't been there yet!" Liang Wanfen became excited.

"Head, we have broken through." At this moment, Liang Wan and Liang Wanyu also walked over.

Ye Feng nodded to the two women, and said, "My head is going to the royal capital, so you too."

They are not as talented as Liang Wanrou, but they are also the peak of the demon generals, and they can bring them out together, which can support the ethereal sect.

As for Mo Ying and others, they are now more suitable for assiduous cultivation, and when the cultivation base is higher, they can go out to practice.

Hearing that he could go out, Liang Wan softly nodded and said: "Okay, head."

In addition to the three sisters Liang Wanfen, Ye Feng wanted to bring more people.

"Ning Xiangxiang, you are a direct line of the Ning family, you should know a lot about the royal capital, right?"

Ye Feng found Ning Xiangxiang and asked.

"Given the head, I only know a thing or two about the capital." Ning Xiangxiang shook his head.

"Forget it, take you out too." Ye Feng touched his chin and found Ji Ziling, "Mobile Encyclopedia", "Ziling, follow me to the capital."

Ji Ziling was overjoyed: "Good boss."

"Head, why would you take me with you too?" Wang Ping'an looked at Ye Feng with eyesight, the black pot behind him was wiped shining brightly.

"Also." Ye Feng nodded.

Wang Pingan's mouth has the talent of poisoned milk, and it can be taken out. It may play a good role in critical moments.

In this way, Ye Feng selected six disciples.

The three sisters of Liang Wanfen.

Ji Ziling, Wang Ping'an, Ning Xiangxiang.

As time passed, it was the seventh day.

The tea party will be this afternoon.

Ji Ziling looked at Ye Feng who was still playing mahjong with Gong Qingqiu, Li Zilong, and Concubine Hu, and quickly reminded:

"Head, I just looked at the map. Starting from our Misty Sect, I need to fly 30,000 miles northwest to reach the Spiritual Capital. I have not set off yet, I am afraid it will be too late."

Ye Feng suddenly laughed.

"Huh!" He got up quickly and showed his card.

Concubine Hu, Li Zilong, and Gong Qingqiu covered their faces with their hands and sighed.

They feel bitter!

All of this played more than 130 games, and as a result, all Ye Feng got good cards, which was depressing.

"Elder Gong has lost 50 games and Elder Li has lost 36 games. In other words, in the next 86 days, you must make time to explain your practice and magic to your disciples."

With his hands on his back, Ye Feng looked at Ji Ziling and the five other disciples who had been waiting at the Miao Miao Peak, "Go now and go to the capital!"

"Head, is it time?" Ji Ziling still said the same thing.

"The capital of the king is only 30,000 miles away from here. In the past, you don't need ten breaths, right?"

Ye Feng said.

He has not been to the royal capital yet.

However, he had already determined the coordinates of the capital city yesterday through a map and marked it with a teleportation order.

"Come on!"

Ye Feng stood on the teleportation array.

Six disciples Ji Ziling, Wang Pingan, Ning Xiangxiang, Liang Wanrou, Liang Wanyu, and Liang Wanfen stood behind him.

Hum!

The teleportation array emitted a soft white light, which led the seven people into countless light particles, and finally disappeared completely.

The 24 middle-grade spirit stones on the teleportation formation consume three-fifths of the aura, and are automatically replenished under the impetus of the gathering spirit formation.

Thirty thousand miles away.

Royal capital.

A white light appeared in the air out of thin air, and then, a special magic circle formed, and seven figures appeared.

"It's three miles away, it's okay."

Ye Feng looked around and found that this place was only a few miles away from a tall building not far away, indicating that the deviation was not large.

"This is... Teleportation Array?"

Ji Ziling quickly flipped through the book, "It turns out that the stone platform built on the top of Misty Peak actually has an array that can be teleported to any nearby area. No wonder the head is not in a hurry."

"Ye Sect, are you teleporting this?"

On the top of the tall building in the distance, there was a voice full of surprise, attracting everyone's attention.

Ye Feng looked over and found that the speaker was the third prince Ling Luotian.

The gray-robed old man waited aside and nodded to Ye Feng.

"Yes, it was directly transmitted using our ethereal small teleportation array, but it turned out to be a little bit off."

The third prince stared at Ye Feng with surprise in his eyes.

Small teleportation array?

In the Misty Sect, there is such a baby?

He was shocked.

As a Tianjiao who had traveled to a four-star dynasty, the third prince had certainly seen the teleportation array.

In the Kingdom of Spirituality, the teleportation array is basically extinct.

But in those old four-star forces, many sects and cities have teleportation arrays, materials are hard to find, and the cost is expensive.

In the eyes of the three princes, the entire Spiritual Kingdom did not have a teleportation array, but as a result, Ye Feng actually teleported it directly, and it was really a **** of a ghost.

"The head of Ye is definitely someone who comes from outside the Spiritual Kingdom. Behind it, there may be a four-star power as a backer."

"Otherwise, he couldn't be so rich."

The three princes began to replenish their brains.

Ye Feng looked at the tall building a few miles away, and said, "Three princes, that is the most famous'Miaoyin Tea House' in the capital?"

"Exactly." The three princes nodded.

"I heard that the owner of the Miaoyin Teahouse is a peerless beauty, with a spiritual sea realm cultivation base, and the power behind it is mysterious. In the royal capital, few people dare to stray in the teahouse." Ning Xiangxiang said.

She doesn't know much about the royal capital, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know anything.

The three princes looked strange.

He knew who the owner of the Miaoyin Teahouse was, but he promised not to disclose it to the public.

Therefore, the three princes changed the subject: "Ye Zhangmen, since you are here, let me go to the teahouse! The other nine resident elders have all arrived, so you are the only one left."

"You Lao leads the way." Ye Feng said.

The three princes walked beside Ye Feng, the old man in gray robe was always five feet away from him, and the other disciples followed behind him.

Wherever they went, many people looked at it.

"It's the third prince!"

Everyone exclaimed.

"Who is this tall and handsome young man who can walk side by side with the three princes? Could it be that he is the prince of another kingdom?"

Someone noticed Ye Feng and started talking.

Ye Feng was too lazy to explain everyone's questions.

He and the third prince entered the teahouse, and walked to the highest level in the stunning eyes of everyone.

The view on the top floor is very good.

Sitting on the seat, Ye Feng looked at the other nine permanent elders, and found a familiar face in them.

"Ye Sect, long time no see."

County King Shu Qianjun arched his hands towards Ye Feng.

"Are you Ye Feng?"

"The Misty Sect Leader?"

"That person from the Nanjiang River Valley, the legendary supreme power with the cultivation base of the Intermediate Divine Origin Realm?"

The other eight resident elders put down their tea cups and looked at Ye Feng.

"Everyone, I am the head teacher of the Misty Sect, Ye Feng, please give me your advice." Ye Feng said calmly while sitting on the seat.

The remaining six disciples sat behind him.

Ye Feng looked around for a week~www.readwn.com~ and found that every resident elder was followed by a younger generation, and his cultivation was uneven.

Behind the princess Shu Qianjun sits the princess Shu Hongyu.

She sneaked a glance at Ye Feng's group and found no familiar faces such as Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie, and she was slightly disappointed.

"Now that everyone is here, let's get to the point and start picking the list of Tianjiao!"

The third prince was sitting on the main seat, and the gray-robed old man was still standing, as if he had no habit of sitting down.

Tianjiao list?

The younger generations including Ji Ziling looked at each other with surprise, and felt that the term was too unfamiliar.

Could it be that the gathering of the ten great primordial realm powers is to determine the list of the mysterious Tianjiao?

Everyone was full of doubts.

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