The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Master, are you looking for me?"

The Master stood outside a huge temple, and asked in a low voice the scorching sun, who was unable to retreat in the temple.

"Um."

The scorching sun nodded slightly.

He didn't show his real body.

As an ancient saint, he rarely goes out in real body, and when he needs to deal with important matters, he only releases his avatar to deal with.

Even the disciple Master, he has only seen him three times.

"Master, do you have any arrangements?" The Master bowed and asked, looking very respectful.

The ancient sage of the sun, the lord of the sun sacred land, one of the nine sacred places, a sage that penetrates the sky and the earth, looks at the entire continent of China, it is a superb existence.

Even though the master is already a high-level of the Void-Breaking Realm, he still has a kind of heart palpitations when facing the scorching sun ancient sage.

The ancient holy sun is like a round of the sun.

Blazing and shining forever, cannot be surpassed!

"On the southern border of the Shenzhou Continent, there is a place called Lingmiao Kingdom. You should know this?"

The Old Sage of the Sun asked.

"The disciple knows." The master nodded.

"There is a two-star force in the Lingmiao Kingdom called the Misty Sect. It is shrouded by the atmosphere. You can see Ye Feng, the master teacher, and explore your style. If this person is good, you can support it."

The ancient sage of the sun said his purpose.

Possessing a large air transport means that the ethereal sect is bound to rise.

Coupled with the walking of the avatar in the Misty Sect some time ago, the Old Sage of the Sun felt that the Misty Sect could at least become a five-star power in the future, and had the potential to impact the Holy Land.

Such forces must either support them and become future ally, or they must be strangled in the cradle in advance.

Sending the lord to the Misty Sect is to see if this sect is worth supporting or should be strangled in advance.

"The disciple understands."

The master is very smart.

After thinking about it for a moment, she understood her heart, turned around, and left the sun world.

"I hope this is a force worth supporting."

Looking at the master's back, the scorching sun ancient sage whispered.

Throughout the process, his real body never appeared.

At this time, a little girl with powder makeup and jade plaits and braids ran over.

"Old ancestor, I miss you!"

"Yo, Xiao Wenwen, come here and let the ancestors hug me and see if you have grown taller recently..."

...

Near the misty peak.

A graceful figure appeared out of thin air.

"Is it an ethereal school? Sure enough, there is a huge amount of luck covering it. It's really amazing."

The master opened his heavenly eyes and saw the extraordinary of the Misty Sect.

That Qi Luck, like a dragon, entrenched in the sky, suppressed the world, gathered the aura of the four directions, and was more majestic than many three-star and four-star forces in terms of momentum.

The top of the misty peak.

Ye Feng is about to go out.

He is going to visit the holy city of the sun, enter the library of the holy city, borrow some ancient books, and deduce the art of clone.

"Ye Feng."

A cold voice sounded out of thin air.

Ye Feng was hairy and turned around to look, and saw that the master was wearing a veil on his face, his hands on his back, and he looked over calmly.

"It turned out to be the Master...Hey, you have already broken through the Eighth Layer of Possibility, gratifying!"

Ye Feng glanced up.

"Can you see the cultivation level of this seat?" The Master was surprised, stretched out his hand, and threw Huanling Baoyu on the table, "This thing is no longer useful to me. Give it back to the junior Li Qiankun for me."

"Can."

Ye Feng nodded.

He could see that the special energy of Huanling Baoyu had been absorbed, otherwise, the Master would not be able to break through to the Eighth Layer of Void Breaking Realm.

"Senior, what else do you have?" Ye Feng asked seeing that the master didn't seem to leave.

"Why, chase me away?"

The master said abruptly, and even Ye Feng was stunned.

"I have just broken through the realm, and I feel bored. I want to find someone to chat with me. Since I stopped by today to return the Huanling Baoyu, you will walk with me."

The master did not give Ye Feng a chance to refute, grabbed his shoulder, and disappeared instantly.

The holy city of the sun.

Ye Feng and the master were shrouded in a faint mist, walking on the bustling streets.

There is no ordinary person on both sides of the road.

Here, the weakest are the Qi Refining Realm, and the ones with a little bit of strength are Juyuan and Linghai.

"It's really a holy city in the sun, even the people who buy sesame seeds on the roadside are in the Juyuan realm, so terrible!"

At this moment, a man in a white robe stepped on a flying sword in the sky, holding a large box, and spreading his voice to the distance:

"Elder Wang, the ten dishes you ordered in our restaurant have been prepared, so I will deliver them to you."

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng opened his mouth wide.

"Is that... the alien version is hungry?"

He blinked, thinking that Sun City was quite trendy.

Practitioners here are all using their housekeeping skills to earn more spiritual stones, so as to purchase more spiritual resources such as medicines, exercises, heavenly materials and earth treasures, and spiritual tools.

"Worlds, full of wonders."

At this time, the master spoke, "What you see now is just the tip of the iceberg among all living beings."

In this regard, Ye Feng deeply agrees.

As a traverser, he has also experienced these.

For example, move bricks under the scorching sun to earn living expenses, or distribute flyers to people, do part-time jobs, and so on.

Not to mention once, now he is also one of the many beings.

"If you have enough strength, what do you want to do?" the master asked.

Ye Feng was taken aback for a moment, wondering why she asked.

"I have lost all my cultivation skills, there can be no such days." But when Ye Feng said this, his tone was full of helplessness.

"This seat is talking about hypotheses." The master emphasized.

"Suppose?" Ye Feng touched his chin, "If I really have such a strong strength, I will definitely sleep in the sect!"

"Um?"

The master was stunned.

Sleeping?

Shouldn't it be dominating the world, sweeping the world, admiring thousands of worlds, and becoming the heavenly ancestor who is looked up to by countless powerful people?

Why is it sleeping?

Master can't figure it out.

The reason she asked, of course, was to know if Ye Feng had huge ambitions.

If there is, then it may be an enemy of the Holy Land of the Sun.

But as a result, Ye Feng chose salted fish.

"If I have enough strength, no one can be an enemy to me. At that time, can't I be able to sleep in the sect peacefully?"

Ye Feng said.

Hearing this, the master wanted to laugh a little.

It seems that Ye Feng is a person who doesn't want to compete with the world, and his only wish is to live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

"I understand." The master whispered.

She has reached a judgment.

Ye Feng will not attack the Scorching Sun Sacred Land, and the ethereal sect under his leadership will not be the enemy of the Sacred Land.

"This is the identity token of this seat, the'Purple Bamboo Order'. With it, the City Lord of the Sacred Sun City will also give you three points."

The master put down an ancient order with a lingering fragrance.

Ye Feng reached out to catch it.

Then, he found that the master had disappeared.

"Why is it so mysterious?"

Ye Feng thought about this ancient order ~www.readwn.com~, and found that the raw material of this object was a kind of purple bamboo, which was heavier than gold of the same volume, had a hard texture, and had a special formation inside.

He didn't understand why the master gave himself something.

But since I gave it, I just accept it myself.

"Oh, it's Ye Sect!" At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

Ye Feng turned around, but found no one!

"I'm here!" Ye Feng lowered his head when he saw a hand appearing in his sight, only to see that the boy Duobao, who was less than one meter tall, was standing in front of him, waving his fleshy little hand at him.

"It turns out to be fellow Taobao Daoist, what a coincidence!"

Ye Feng said hello.

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