The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"It's really good." Ye Feng nodded.

Being able to reach the triple level of the Spirit Sea Realm at this age is indeed a top level among the young generation.

However, compared with Mo Ying and the others, it was still a lot worse.

Cang!

Over the seashore, Han Yonghui's sword shadow of the green mountain fell, easily crushing dozens of sea monsters.

He continued to swing his sword.

Tear it!

Dozens of sea monsters were split apart, and there was no way to fight back.

At this time, the other disciples of Qingshu Jianzong also arrived at the beach with Yujian and joined the battle.

"The green hills will not change, the green water will flow!"

Dozens of genius swordsmen, including Han Yonghui, took out their swords at the same time and displayed this powerful combined fencing technique.

In an instant, countless green sword spirits swept across the air.

They hovered in the sky like an attacking current, and then turned into huge waves of sword energy, slapped against the sea monster.

With just this blow, hundreds of Krakens were killed.

"Damn it!"

Among the sea monsters, there are several demon kings in the spirit sea realm.

Seeing that his subordinates were bombarded and killed, the leading middle-class demon king was furious.

"carefully!"

The genius swordsman Han Yonghui shot immediately.

A sword pierced the void, like an antelope hanging a horn, and swung away the machete of a medium-sized demon king.

"Dare to stop this king and kill you first!"

The medium demon king held the sword in both hands, instantly chopped out dozens of blade lights, intertwined into a net of sharp blades, and quickly surrounded Han Yonghui.

"Huh! Qingyuan sword and shield!"

Han Yonghui held the sword in his right hand, pointed the long sword at high altitude, held the sword tactics in his other hand, and attached it to the sword body to activate this spell.

Hum!

The light blue round ball-shaped sword shield protected him, despite the dozens of sword lights bombarding the sword shield, making a clanging sound, but it was never broken.

"Head, this is a ninth-rank spell. I didn't expect Han Yonghui this little guy to actually practice it."

Qingshan Jianzu smiled.

He was still very satisfied with this young man of Tianjiao.

"It's really good." Ye Feng nodded.

Han Yonghui arrived at Linghai Sanzhong at a young age, and he was placed in the outside world, and he was regarded as the top master of the young generation.

With just this move "Qingyuan Sword and Shield", few people in the same level can break his defense.

"It's time for me to fight back!"

Han Yonghui exploded with all his breath, pinching his left hand, waving a long sword with his right hand, and flashing ninety-nine shots forward in a flash.

"Pointing Star Sword Technique!"

He gave a whisper.

In the void, there were a large number of star spots in the places that were just hit by the point of the sword, and they quickly drifted towards the middle-level demon king.

"What is this?"

The Medium Demon King had a foreboding danger, turned around and tried to escape, only to find that these star points were coming too fast.

Whoosh whoosh!

Each star point ignores the defenses, penetrates into its body, enters the blood, and relies on the internal veins to outline a strange killing array, which detonates in an instant.

boom!

In the horrified gaze of countless sea monsters, this middle-class demon king exploded completely and regarded it as dead.

"A very subtle spell, is it also the 9th rank, right?" Ye Feng asked the Qingshan Jian Ancestor next to him.

"Yes." Sword Ancestor Qingshan nodded, "This ninth-rank spell is called "Star-Pointing Sword Technique". It is uniquely created by a kendo master. We only got it accidentally and it is very powerful."

"The one who created this "Star Pointing Sword Technique" must be an amazing senior man."

Ye Feng praised that.

On the sea.

The fall of the middle-class demon king directly led to the defeat of the sea-monster army. The remaining sea-monsters were not opponents at all, and were killed by Han Yonghui and other disciples.

Happiness!

Qingshan Jianzu clapped his hands.

When Han Yonghui and other disciples raised their heads, they happened to see dozens of people standing high in the sky.

"Every patriarch is there!"

"My goodness!"

"What level of event is this, that can gather 18 patriarchs at the same time?"

"Look, who are those people?"

The disciples of Qingshu Jianzong saw Ye Feng, Concubine Fox, Gong Qingqiu, Wang Ling and others, with doubts written on their faces.

"This is the Misty Sect Master, Ye Feng!"

Qingshan Jianzu pointed to Ye Feng next to him, and his respectful introduction made Han Yonghui and others shocked.

Since the eighteen ancient tribes joined the Misty Sect, there has been news about the Misty Sect in the eighteen cave worlds.

Han Yonghui and other disciples knew that there was a stronger sect above the eighteen ancient clans.

It is the ethereal sect!

And Ye Feng, the mysterious head teacher, is an emperor who looks like a mortal, but whose true strength is unfathomable!

In an instant.

Dozens of eyes focused on Ye Feng.

Seeing this handsome and extraordinary mysterious young man without the slightest aura of cultivation, Han Yonghui and other genius swordsmen bowed their hands in salute.

"I have seen Ye Master!"

Ye Feng waved his hand, "No need to be polite!"

He looked at Han Yonghui and other dozens of Tianjiao, and found that they were all only in their twenties, but their cultivation bases had at least reached the Juyuan Realm.

The highest cultivation base is Han Yonghui, Linghai Sanzhong.

This person was born with a sword intent, and his roots and bones have also reached the highest grade, which is comparable to Ji Ziling and other Tianjiao.

"Head, Han Yonghui and others have all passed the test of Fate Zijinling and are eligible to join the sect."

Qingshan Jianzu reminded in a low voice.

He produced a list.

The above records are all disciples in the Qingshu Sword Sect who can touch Fate Zijinling, and it has expanded to more than two hundred people.

"so little?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

There are 20 million people in the entire Qingshan Realm, and there are also 20,000 people with roots, calculated on the basis of one-thousandth.

There are only more than two hundred people who are predestined with the Misty Sect?

This is too little, right?

Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

"Head, do you think there are fewer people?" Seeing Ye Feng frowned, Qingshan Jianzu quickly asked.

"A total of three or four thousand eligible disciples of the 18 ancient tribes are not bad." Ye Feng did not blame it.

He had known about this in advance.

Although there are many people from the Eighteenth Ancient Clan, there are already few people who can meet the conditions for joining the Misty Sect, so there is no need to blame it.

"Then, now call in all those who meet the requirements, and solicit third-generation disciples at the beach."

After speaking, Ye Feng waved casually.

On the beach.

An ethereal high platform emerged.

Ye Feng crossed his knees on the futon, and a table appeared out of thin air in front of him. On it was a roster that had been opened, and brushes, ink, and the big seal of the head were neatly placed around him.

"Han Yonghui, can't you come?"

Qingshan Jianzu waved his hand.

"Yes!"

After touching the Fate Zijin Bell, Han Yonghui and other disciples already knew that they were qualified to join the Misty Sect.

Today, none of them could have imagined that they could be personally interviewed by the misty sect leader Ye Feng.

"Name, origin, roots, roots, repairs and other information are all reported." Ye Feng dipped his brush in ink, raised his head, and looked at Han Yonghui standing in front of him with a sword on his back.

"Disciple Han Yonghui, Young Master of Fengyuan Kingdom Hanjiazhuang, the best roots, the current Spirit Sea Realm is triple..."

"Um."

Ye Feng nodded, applied ten times the flow rate to himself, and the writing speed was very fast, almost as soon as Han Yonghui finished speaking, he had already written the message~www.readwn.com~ Snap!

The headmaster stamped out.

"Ding, congratulations to the leader for recruiting the first three generations of disciples. There is still 9,999 people short of completing the task. Please keep working hard!"

"Ding, congratulations to the boss for triggering the hidden reward, and obtaining the Sword Origin × 1. After fusion, you can get the top Sword Talent."

System prompts came one after another.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and a golden origin appeared in his palm.

This thing cannot be rewarded to disciples.

Otherwise, Ye Feng definitely didn't want it.

After all, the disciple will do it, and he will all know it. Rather than wanting the roots of kendo, it is better to reward the disciple.

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