The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"horrible!"

A certain Tianjiao in the restricted area was shocked.

His strength is extremely strong, he is the real top emperor, and his combat power is fierce, no less than the smiling sky.

Originally, this person was going to find a time to make an appointment with Ye Feng.

But today, before he had time to issue the battle book, he witnessed the terrifying picture of Ye Feng tearing up the top emperor with his own eyes.

"Damn, how can he be so strong!"

Tianjiao in the restricted area quickly shredded the battle book in his hand, trembling with fright, and quickly fled back to the restricted area, not daring to show up for the time being.

Other spectators were also dumbfounded.

Among them, there are many quasi-sages who are similar to the city lord of the holy sun. After witnessing the process of Ye Feng crushing the prophet Taijin, they all realized one thing.

Ye Feng is terrible!

This guy, the last time he fought Xiao Cangtian, he could only crush the top emperor, but couldn't kill it.

But some time ago, Ye Feng was able to obliterate the top emperor of the Golden Dragon, and shocked everyone.

Today, Ye Feng's performance is even more violent.

He actually broke out the quasi holy cultivation!

Moreover, the breath is several times that of the ordinary one-turn quasi-sage.

This is terrible!

"What a Ye Feng, he stood on my head silently, this...this is simply outrageous!"

In the sacred place of the scorching sun holy city, the lord patted the handrail angrily.

In the entire Scorching Sun City, he was a quasi-sage, and the remaining powerhouses were basically only at the level of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Hey, Ye Feng is terrible."

"How long has it passed now that he has reached this level, and if this continues, won't the old guys in the Holy Land be able to check and balance him in the future?"

The lord of the sun holy city muttered.

As the city lord, his task is to guard the holy city of the sun, manage the four-star sect certifications of all parties, and pay attention to all kinds of Tianjiao.

Some talented people, after being recruited by the Holy Land, generally enter the small world of the Holy Land to practice.

For example, Master.

Once she becomes the Emperor of Heaven, she will basically stay in the Sun Realm from now on, instead of staying in the Sun City.

In the hot sun world, in addition to the true holy realm power of the old sage of the sun, there are many quasi-sages.

Their talents are very good, and they practice hard every day.

On weekdays, there is no mountain and dew, but if there is a demand, they will leave the sun.

As for the City Lord of the Sacred Sun City, his aptitude is not very high, being able to reach the quasi-sage is the limit.

Thus, he became the lord of the holy city.

It looks very beautiful on the surface, but only he can understand the sadness in the dark.

"Hey, I have to enter the Scorching Sun interface again. Ye Feng's strength has increased too fast, and I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing."

The Lord of the Holy City of the Sun ended his sad memories and entered the world of the Sun.

...

Misty.

Ye Feng sat on the throne of the head with his hands on his back.

Qingshan Jianzu and other eighteen elders were seated, and Gong Qingqiu and others also took their seats in an orderly manner.

"We encountered the attack of the prophets today, and the head was unexpected, but it was a surprise. Next, we will hold a sect meeting to discuss the follow-up development."

Ye Feng looked at everyone and said.

The sect meeting was held because it is now the end of the year, and the development of the misty sect is about to enter its third year.

Ye Feng asked the system.

The mission of the sixth stage of the head will not start until after New Year's Eve.

And now, only a few days away from New Year's Eve.

However, due to the geographical location of Lingmiao Kingdom, even in winter, the climate is still pleasant and there is no snow.

"Master, the total number of disciples in the sect is now close to 5,000. Since the four major peaks have been expanded, the residences for the disciples are still sufficient and there is no need for expansion for the time being."

Gong Qingqiu took the lead in reporting.

"Head, the development of the Lingyao Garden is very smooth, without any barriers, please rest assured." Chief Deacon Chu Yun'er reported the situation.

"There is nothing else in the Eighteen Ancient Clan for the time being...The head, after the sect enters the third year, do you need to recruit new disciples from the cave world?"

Qingshan Jianzu spoke as the representative of the Eighteen Ancients.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "After the New Year, I will recruit the disciples from the eighteen cave worlds into the sect. I'm not in a hurry now."

The sixth phase of the mission will be announced soon.

Ye Feng felt that the recruitment of disciples would not be too late until the annual meeting. Perhaps it would be of great use at that time.

"Next, let's talk about the annual meeting."

Ye Feng looked around and said.

At the annual meeting last year, he and Concubine Fox went to the deserted desert, while Gong Qingqiu took the disciples to accept the invitation of Dragon Qitian and Xiatian, and spent the New Year's Eve in Biyue Mountain Villa.

This year, Ye Feng decided to hold a grand enough New Year's Eve party in the sect to enhance the relationship between the disciples of the sect.

"Annual meeting?"

"what is that?"

The elders blinked and looked at each other. They all felt that the term was a bit strange.

"The annual meeting, to put it bluntly, is the annual event..." Ye Feng cleared his throat and began to explain.

...

Tianji Pavilion.

The son of the paper fan knelt on the ground and sighed.

"Even the Golden Prophet has fallen, it's over, it's over! Among our Prophet clan, unless those quasi-sage-level clan elders are dispatched, who can check Ye Feng?"

Thinking of this, the son of paper fan became more and more sad.

...

In the depths of the starry sky.

With the fall of the Prophet Taijin, an ancient strong man suddenly awakened, erupting with surging weather conditions and a harsh roar.

"Damn it!"

"Who killed the descendants of this saint!"

The owner of this voice was very angry.

He consumed a lot of evil spirits and performed countless times, only to find that his own deduction seemed to be interfered with by heaven's secrets.

"The one who obliterated the prophet Taijin must be the son of luck, otherwise, the deduction of this saint could not be seriously interfered...this matter, you have to ask the patriarch and let him decide."

This person posted a message.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was a few days later.

On this day, Lantern Festival and Baifu City were decorated with lights and firecrackers to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.

Under the night.

Various paper lanterns are hung in the Misty Sect.

It was made by the disciples using red paper, paper strips, paste, candles and other materials.

"Put the Kongming Lantern!"

Shi Lei shouted.

Hundreds of disciples hurriedly lit the candles in their hands and let the Kongming Lantern in their hands fly high into the sky, like stars dotted on the sky, entrusting the disciples' hopes for the New Year.

"I make a wish that every creature in the sect can get a New Year lucky bag!"

Ye Feng looked at the sky and used today's little wish.

next moment.

All the guardian spirit beasts, elders, deacons, and disciples had a small red lucky bag in their hands.

"Wow, it's a few candies, so sweet!"

Li Jiaojiao opened the lucky bag, saw a few wedding candy, put it in her mouth quickly, and tasted the sweet taste.

"Well, let's eat New Year's Eve dinner!"

Ye Feng took the chopsticks and shouted to everyone.

At this time, all the people of the Misty Sect gathered in Zongmen Square~www.readwn.com~ There were hundreds of round tables, and everyone sat in an orderly manner, eating food cooked by Li Jiaojiao and other disciples, talking and laughing with others. .

"It's been a long time since I was so peaceful."

Gong Qingqiu sat beside Ye Feng and felt very happy looking at the smiles on the faces of the disciples.

In the Misty Sect, she once again experienced the taste of home.

Thinking back to his efforts over the past year, Gong Qingqiu had a clear conscience, and then looked at Ye Feng Junyi's profile beside him. Looking at the smile on his face, his heart was very sweet.

"In the new year, I wish you a great increase in cultivation and all the best, and I also wish us prosperity!"

Ye Feng raised his wine glass and said loudly.

"Dry!"

Everyone toasted and drank all at once.

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