The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

In just a few days, there were hundreds of thousands of people in Baifu City!

Most of them are cultivators who come here admiringly, trying to join the Misty Sect.

"It's all here, let's hire people now."

Ye Feng stroked his chin, and gave Gong Qingqiu an order to recruit three generations of disciples, deacons and elders.

After taking the order, Gong Qingqiu went to Baifu City.

On the newly built Baifu City Square.

Gong Qingqiu hovered in the air, looking at the more than 100,000 people surrounding him, secretly speechless.

"Once upon a time, it was very difficult for us to recruit people for the Misty Sect. With the battle of the masters, the entire continent of China was shaken, and more and more people came here, which is really different."

Gong Qingqiu sighed.

Li Zilong on the side, carrying a mad dragon bone spear, said with a smile: "The main reason is that the sect has become stronger!"

"Yes!" Gong Qingqiu nodded.

Only when the sect becomes stronger will more people join, and more and more people will join, the sect becomes stronger and stronger.

This is a positive feedback!

Because of this, once a sect improves, as long as it can survive, it will generally become stronger and stronger.

Of course, each sect has its own potential end.

Some sects are located in remote areas, and reaching two or three stars may be the end.

But like the Misty Sect, Ye Feng, the famous master who moved the Chinese mainland, as well as teleportation arrays to various places, as well as super-large spiritual veins and concentrating ancestor trees, etc., have unlimited potential.

Thinking of this, Gong Qingqiu said loudly:

"Dear fellow Taoists, I am Gong Qingqiu, the elder of the Misty Sect, and the lord of Baifu City."

"This thing in my hand is called'Fate Purple Golden Bell.' If you touch this bell, you can make it vibrate and make a sound, it means you have a relationship with our ethereal sect and you can join the sect."

"Next, please line up in order!"

Everyone was surprised when the voice came out.

Fate Zijinling?

They have never heard of this thing.

The crowd quickly aroused heated discussion.

The foreign practitioners discussed with the local practitioners in Baifu City for a while, and then they realized that the Miao Sect’s recruitment of disciples does not depend on the qualifications, but only on whether they are predestined.

As long as you have a predestined relationship, you can join the clan.

"Great!"

"Originally, I thought that the requirements for recruiting disciples in the Misty Sect must have a very high foundation, but now I see it, I also have a chance."

"If this is the case, what about my best roots? I thought that with the best roots, I could join the Misty Sect!"

The appearance of Fate Zijinling caused a sensation.

Practitioners from all over the mainland of China lined up and touched the purple golden bells of fate one by one.

Jingle Bell!

Soon, a bell rang.

"Haha, great!" A young man with a height of two meters, a sturdy body and a heavy sword on his back was overjoyed.

He rang the purple golden bell of fate, indicating that he could enter the sect.

"People who have obtained the qualifications to join the sect gather here."

Gong Qingqiu waved his arm and motioned everyone to wait behind her. The young man with the heavy sword rushed over.

In addition to him, many people at the scene passed the test.

"What's your name?"

Gong Qingqiu looked at this young man with a heavy sword and saw that he was full of beards. He was estimated to be in his thirties. "There are rules in the sect that you can become a disciple only if you are under twenty."

"Huh?" The young man with heavy swords in his face was startled, "Elder, I just look a little anxious, I'm actually only eighteen years old!"

"You're only eighteen?" Gong Qingqiu's eyes widened.

She stretched out her hand, struck out a ray of vitality, and fell into the body of the young man with the epee face, detecting his bone age, her face gradually surprised.

"Sure enough, you are about eighteen years old, but although you have aura in your body, you are not a normal Qi refiner. It seems to be a special kind of physical training, which is strange!"

Gong Qingqiu became more and more surprised.

"Elder, my name is Wu Lang, I'm Tyrant Jianxiu!" The young man with heavy sword Hu Jin quickly introduced himself.

"Ba Jianxiu...what is this?"

Gong Qingqiu was stunned.

She knew about Jian Xiu, but it was the first time she heard of "Overlord Jian Xiu", and she couldn't help falling into contemplation.

"Ba Jian Xiu is a branch of Jian Xiu." At this time, a clear and pleasant voice came slowly.

Everyone followed the sound to watch.

I saw a tall, purple-haired woman with an ancient book in her hand stepping into the air, covered in a faint purple mist, and she couldn't see her true face.

"I have seen Senior Sister Ziling!"

Some third- and second-generation disciples who were responsible for assisting in accepting apprentices bowed their hands when seeing Ji Ziling.

"It's the Ziling Fairy!"

"It is said that she is a disciple of the Misty Sect and the acting pavilion master of the Misty Cangshu Pavilion. After entering the sect, we can ask Senior Sister Ziling for all the techniques we have cultivated."

"I also heard that Senior Sister Ziling has a high level of cultivation and has already entered the middle-level spirit sea realm. She is the top arrogant among the younger generation."

Ji Ziling's arrival immediately sparked heated discussions.

"Ziling, do you know Tyrant Jianxiu?" Gong Qingqiu asked curiously.

Ji Ziling nodded his chin and said:

"Of course I know that there are many types of sword repair, including spirit sword repair, overlord sword repair, sky sword repair and so on."

"Among them, Tyrant Sword Repair can absorb spiritual energy, but uses spiritual energy for physical training, similar to physical training."

"The swords they hold are also heavy, but they are also more domineering."

"Under normal circumstances, Tyrant Jianxiu seldom uses vitality release spells, but holds an epee in melee."

"Because the fighting method is too domineering, it was named as'Overlord Sword Repair.'

Hearing this, the audience was surprised.

"As expected to be Senior Sister Ziling, the acting patron of the Cangshu Pavilion, the encyclopedia of the ethereal sect, knows so much."

The second and third generation disciples praised one after another.

"Yes, I am Tyrant Jianxiu! But because I took the path of Tyrant Jianxiu, I grew too anxious. I was only 18 years old, but I was always mistaken for 30 years old."

Hearing that Zi Ling could tell the ins and outs of Tyrant Sword Xiu, he knew better than he knew, Wu Lang was startled and nodded repeatedly.

"That's it, I have gained knowledge." Gong Qingqiu also nodded, learning a new term.

"Elder, I still have a task to leave first."

Ji Ziling nodded towards Gong Qingqiu, and then flew to the city lord's mansion with the six tall and beautiful female disciples behind him, and traveled to other areas through the teleportation array.

"Although I don't know what he looks like, this purple spirit fairy must look like a fairy, I really want to see the beauty!"

"You are afraid that you are dreaming."

After Zi Ling left, everyone continued the discussion.

Not long after, Gong Qingqiu continued to examine the practitioners present, striving to recruit 10,000 three-generation disciples as soon as possible.

The top of the misty peak.

Ye Feng crossed his knees on the golden futon, looking at the huge scarlet moon hanging high in the air, lost in thought.

"The Celestial Clan lives in Xuankong Mountain. It is very dangerous and cannot be visited for a short time."

"However, when I am strong enough, I can use the Heavenly Tablet Fragments to go to Xuankong Mountain, killing the Heavenly Clan by surprise!"

"It can be said that the Tianbei is a killer!"

"This item~www.readwn.com~I must keep it safe."

Ye Feng looked at the three celestial monument fragments lying in front of him, thinking about many plans for the future.

After a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Baibei Chiyue again.

"Now, the sun is swallowed, a hundred times the crimson moon is suspended in the sky, never falling, the world's plant system monsters are raging, and the people are not living."

"This should be regarded as a dark age."

Ye Feng whispered.

"This is indeed a brand new dark age. If it is possible, I would like to call it the'Scarlet Moon Age'."

A cold voice sounded from not far away.

Ye Feng lowered his head and looked over.

A beautiful shadow with a light gauze on its face is standing in the air, with scents of fragrance floating in it.