The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

sky.

The City Lord of the Holy City of the Sun, holding the door plaque covered by the red cloth himself, stepped into the air with a look of pride.

Behind him, there are two columns.

They are appraisal elders with smiles, and countless young fairies holding flower baskets.

They continued to throw flowers, which turned into light and rain, and the sky was magnificent with the colorful clouds.

This is an infinite blessing to the Misty Sect!

"Finally here." Ye Feng looked at the door plaque draped in red cloth, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"Congratulations to the head of Ye, congratulations to the Misty Sect!"

The city lord of the Holy City of the Sun lifted the door plaque with his aura and delivered it to Ye Feng's hands, and then said a loud blessing.

Ye Feng hung the door plaque on the main hall door.

Wow!

He pulled off the red cloth forcefully, revealing the three words "Miscellaneous", followed by four huge golden stars.

That is a symbol of four stars!

Starting today, the Misty Sect was officially promoted to a four-star sect. In the past, the sect was qualified to build a large teleportation array to various parts of the Chinese mainland.

"Congratulations to Misty Sect!"

Everyone congratulated and sent various gifts.

Ye Feng landed on the main seat of Zongmen Square, slowly stretched out his hands, and said, "Welcome fellow Taoists to come and enjoy the light. Next, let's not get drunk or return!"

"drink!"

"I did it!"

People from all major powers toasted and drank together. The table was scrambling, and they were happy and happy. Together they blessed the four-star Misty Sect, and also blessed Ye Feng, who became the master of the four-star power.

"Thank you fellow daoists!"

Ye Feng toasted in return.

At the celebration.

All the major forces drank the medicinal wine from Longtianxing's hometown, and felt that the wine was very good, and they were full of praise.

"Good wine!"

It was praised again.

The medicinal effect of the dragon people's medicinal wine is not bad, but it is far from reaching the level of benefiting all the major forces.

This is because the Dragonite medicinal wine can only produce enough effects for low-level practitioners, and it has almost no effect for practitioners who exceed the Divine Origin Realm.

However, its taste is so good!

Even the quasi-sage felt that the dragon human medicinal wine tasted good, and fell in love with just one sip.

"Ye Zhangmen, is there still this kind of wine?"

"Yeah, I want to buy some back."

"For this jar of wine, I will give out three thousand spiritual stones!"

Many guests asked.

Ye Feng looked at Long Tianxing, who was sitting on the seat of the true biography disciple, and looked at him. The latter understood, and quickly got up.

"Hello seniors!"

"I am Long Tianxing, a true disciple of the Misty Sect. This Dragonkin medicinal wine is brewed by my people using special spirit fruits. The current output is not very large."

"However, our sect has begun to grow this kind of strange spirit fruit in large quantities, and there will be no shortage of medicinal wine."

Long Tianxing gave an explanation to everyone.

After speaking, he looked at Yan Ruyu beside him.

"Well, yes, the raw materials of this medicinal liquor are still being ripened, and it will take a while before a large amount of medicinal liquor will be born." Yan Ruyu stood up and said to everyone.

Jia Yulan nodded silently.

In the sect, Shi Lei is in charge of various buildings, Li Jiaojiao is in charge of the kitchen, Wang Ping'an specializes in alchemy, and Ji Ziling is the real administrator of the library.

As for Jia Yulan and Yan Ruyu, they are the real managers of the Lingyao Garden.

They know how many elixir in the Misty Sect.

"so it is!"

"We are waiting. Once we have this kind of medicinal liquor, please leave some for us by the mysterious geniuses."

People of all major forces laughed when they heard that they were drinking.

Yan Ruyu and other disciples breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the seats, glanced at each other, and their faces were full of joy.

It seems that the Misty Sect can develop new industries again.

That is...selling wine!

At this time, the city lord of Tianmiao holy city flickered, slowly got up, and said to Ye Feng: "Ye Sect, just drinking, it seems meaningless, why... let the younger generation learn from each other?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him.

Some were surprised, some frowned, and some looked expectant.

Ye Feng glanced at the city lord of Tianmiao Holy City and found that this person had a good cultivation base and reached the third-rank quasi-sage.

However, Ye Feng didn't take him seriously.

If he really wants to fight, even if he only uses the power of the gods, he can easily crush the Lord of the Holy City of Heaven.

"The younger generation should learn from each other, and it should be done!" Ye Feng agreed directly, without any muddle-headedness.

next moment.

A young man in white soft armor stood up.

"Hello, seniors! I am the seventh generation of the Zhou family in the holy city of Wu Yao. My name is Zhou Fengyuan. I often hear that the disciples of the Misty Sect are powerful.

Zhou Fengyuan deliberately released his breath.

The dual peak of the Divine Origin Realm!

Very weak, Ye Feng could blow him to death in one breath.

However, among the younger generation, Zhou Fengyuan is not bad.

On the seat.

Ye Feng's noodles didn't change the color.

When the city lord of Tianmiao holy city said that he suggested that the younger generation should learn from each other, he expected such a scene.

as predicted.

The thorn head of Wu Yao holy city soon stood up.

"It seems that it should be Yin Rurong who arranged for the Lord of Tianmiao Holy City to come over to participate in the celebration, and this person arranged for some forces in the Wu Yao Holy City next door to stand up and challenge."

"So, is this trying to tear down the stage?"

Ye Feng sneered secretly.

The disciples of the Misty Sect also felt that the situation was not right.

People of all major forces also began to discuss.

"It seems that Zhou Fengyuan was instructed by some people to specifically challenge the disciples of the Misty Sect in order to embarrass the Misty Sect."

"indeed!"

"The world feels that the Misty Sect can have its current status, all relying on Ye Zhangmen and Fei Tiandi. As for the strength of the disciples, they are not favored by the major forces."

"Yeah! If it weren't for this, a seventh-generation disciple of the Zhou family in the sacred city of Wu Yao would not dare to stand up and challenge."

On the seats, the master, the Baipao Tiandi, and the Huanglong Tiandi talked through voice transmission.

At this time.

Gong Qingqiu stood up and looked at the disciple seat.

"Since someone is challenging, then, as a disciple of the ethereal sect who understands etiquette, who is going to fight?"

She looked around for a week and asked.

"I'm coming!" Xu Dalei, a second-generation disciple from Beiliang City, stood up.

"Brother, how can you kill the chicken with a sledge knife? You are a second-generation disciple. To deal with this person, you can use our three-generation disciples." Han Yonghui hugged his arm and stood up.

He stepped into the air as soon as he stepped on it.

The same breath of the dual peak of the Divine Origin Realm, slowly emanating, but giving people a sense of fierceness.

"can you speak?"

Zhou Fengyuan was annoyed by Han Yonghui's words.

What is meant by "killing the chicken with a sledge-knife"? Could it be that the seventh-generation disciple of the Zhou family in the holy city of Wuyao in Wuyao is actually a chicken?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got.

boom!

Zhou Fengyuan soared into the sky with a terrifying aura, able to compete with Han Yonghui.

"How to fight?" Han Yonghui hugged his arms, his long sword trembling constantly, as if he was excited.

"Ahem, two young talents, how about letting the old man be the referee?" A figure covered in torn clothes stood out.

This is a bad old man.

Big nose, long hair dangled, like dry weeds, with an orange wine gourd slung around his waist~www.readwn.com~ As he spoke, the old man burped alcohol.

"It's a casual drinker!"

"It is said that Senior Alcoholic is alone, has no school, likes to drink, and travels all over the mainland of China. I didn't expect that he would also come to the Star Rising Ceremony of the Misty Sect."

"The wine mad man is the emperor of heaven, and he is good at being a referee. There is absolutely no problem with him."

The people of the major forces recognized the old man.

"It turns out to be a drunkard, you will be the referee of this competition!" Ye Feng agreed.

He has seen the drunkard with insight.

This person is not the emperor, but the quasi-sage!

"A quasi-sage cultivator in the world is powerful and very interesting. It seems that there are still many strong people hidden in the mainland of China that I don't know."

Ye Feng secretly said.