The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

"Qiao Jiaxi turned out to be a disciple of the ancient holy god!"

The sound was stunned.

"How many backstages does the Misty Sect have?"

She covered her painful chest, and after a while, she managed to stand up and returned to the beach, looking at the direction of the Misty Sect, her eyes full of jealousy.

"Nowadays, not only the piccolo of the Saint Soldier has been taken away, but even the incarnation of the ancient sage has been blown up."

"If this matter is known to the old Holy Lord, I will be severely punished... or even deprived of the position of the Holy Lord!"

Yin Rurong became worried.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes gleaming dangerously, like a mad tigress.

"Ye Feng, I blame you!"

"Everything is because of you!"

Yin Rurong slapped the ground forcefully, causing the nearby area to explode, and a black space crack appeared, swallowing a large amount of sea water, sea animals, and sand.

In a blink of an eye.

A hemispherical pit with a diameter of hundreds of miles appeared in this area, which was shocking.

"what!"

Suddenly, Yin Rurong screamed.

She lowered her head and saw that her right hand was entangled by countless golden glows. It was a recurrence of the injury!

The terrible breath radiated from the palm of her palm and spread along the surface of her body, making her tremble.

A boundless hatred quickly breeds.

"Ye Feng, it's all your fault!"

"Ahhhhh..."

Yin Rurong fell to the ground, struggling constantly, and the endless pain made her unable to maintain her restraint anymore, tearing her clothes frantically...

Half a day later.

The sound was like Rong with his head disheveled, and his whole body was caught in purple by his own hands, embarrassed.

With a stab at herself, she lost her 300-year cultivation base, and almost fell out of the fourth-turn quasi-sage level before stabilizing her injury.

However, ten years later, Dao injury must recur!

"It caused me to lose 300 years of cultivation base. Even if I can cultivate hard and come back, I still lag far behind others."

The sound is roaring like Rong.

After losing these three hundred years of cultivation, she was at the Fourth Rank Quasi-Sage level, which could only be regarded as mediocre.

Really want to fight, it is not the opponent of Liu Feng, Yu Luo Zhunsheng, Xue Yan and others at all.

"All this will be returned a hundred times!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Yin Rurong was blackened after all.

She looked in the direction of Misty Sect, her eyes became calm, as if looking at a dead person.

...

Hardwood plains.

Qiao Jiaxi is being pressed on the ground by a heavy mountain.

However, he was not at all angry.

The ancient sage of Miaoyin exerted magical powers, which made the mountain he was carrying more than ten times heavier, and he was almost unable to move.

However, this instead promoted Qiao Jiaxi's practice.

Under heavy pressure, he broke through!

Click!

The mountain on his back burst open, and Qiao Jiaxi flew into the air, bathed in golden light like a flame, with long hair fluttering.

"Medium war emperor!"

Qiao Jiaxi was overjoyed.

"Not bad!" The voice of the ancient holy **** came from the ground, full of approval.

"Master teaches well."

Qiao Jiaxi scratched her head and smiled shyly.

"Stop flattering, continue to practice, and strive to become a high-ranking war emperor, and even a war emperor as soon as possible!" The ancient holy **** had a harsh tone, but his eyes were full of relief.

The emperor of war, the emperor of fighting, corresponds to the God Realm.

This is the title within the ancient giant clan.

Although outsiders like to call the Emperor of Fighting Battle as the Divine Origin Realm, the ancient giants always call themselves the "War Emperor".

If it is a physical cultivation in other realms, it will call itself a war general, war king, war emperor and so on.

Or, just call the full name.

"Master, disciples must work hard to cultivate."

Qiao Jiaxi nodded, once again carrying the mountain and exercising nearby.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng appeared out of thin air on the hardwood plain.

Seeing the tough Qiao Jiaxi, he was also very satisfied, and praised: "Among all the disciples of the Misty Sect, if you choose a cultivator, it is Jiaxi."

"Yes, he really worked hard and he was very proud."

The ancient holy **** agreed, "He should be the gift that God bestowed on us from the ancient giants!"

There was a pause.

The ancient holy **** shouted: "Apprentice, practice hard. When you are promoted to the emperor of fighting, you will meet the requirements of the magical power of "Tongtian Golden Body". At that time, I will teach you personally as a teacher."

"it is good!"

Qiao Jiaxi was running wildly with the mountain on his back, and the pressure on his whole body was soaring. After listening to the words of the ancient holy god, he still gritted his teeth and responded.

Ye Feng is also going to continue watching.

However, he suddenly felt something and looked in the direction of the ethereal sect.

At the foot of the mountain.

Two people are waiting.

"Why are these two guys back again?" Ye Feng was taken aback, stepped out, and came to the foot of the mountain.

"I have seen Ye Master."

The ancient sage of the real dragon and the quasi-sage of the galaxy hurriedly saluted.

"What do you want me to do?" Ye Feng sat on the stone bench next to the Bronze Bell.

"That's the case. We have collected enough high-level refining materials and are preparing to build the Tribulation Spirit Treasure, so we come to ask the head of Ye."

Xinghe Quasi-Sage said his intention.

The Old Sage Real Dragon scratched his head, his face a bit awkward.

At first, he felt that he was a pseudo-heaven, possessing a half-track fire, capable of refining a tribulation spirit treasure close to the level of a holy soldier.

But then, he found out that he was wrong.

He has no refining direction!

There is no formation!

In the past, he only knew how to practice in retreat and conquer the Quartet all day. In terms of refining tools, his level was really not that good, and there were not many formations stored.

Recently.

The ancient sage of the true dragon has refined three spiritual treasures, all of which have only the highest level.

In normal times, it's not bad.

However, the quasi-sage of the Galaxy has to face the canonization of the tribulation, and use the best spirit treasure to overcome the tribulation, and that is to die!

Because of this, the two approached Ye Feng.

After a detailed inquiry, Ye Feng learned of the two people's intentions.

"It turns out that this is the matter. I can give pointers and even create high-level formations directly to ensure that you can refine a sufficient number of four-star surpassing spirit treasures."

Ye Feng beckoned, and took the two to the top of the Misty Peak, and sat opposite each other.

Hum!

The forge flew over.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, pressed it on the surface of the forging furnace, communicated with it, and obtained a large number of Tribulation Spirit Treasure Array Patterns.

Since the forging furnace is only the best spirit treasure, the formation pattern it provides can only refine the corresponding level of the robbery spirit treasure, which is far from enough.

But Ye Feng didn't panic.

He has a heart of wisdom and can deduce a higher level of formation on this basis.

Mid-air.

Ye Feng's fingers kept clicking, drawing, pulling, and hooking, and wrote countless patterns of different colors.

"What a profound formation!"

"Most of them~www.readwn.com~ I don't even understand!"

Quasi-Sage Galaxy was shocked.

The real dragon ancient sage has a higher level of cultivation, and it is also a false heaven. At a critical moment, it is not difficult to understand these formation patterns to be able to obtain the understanding and blessings of all the creatures in the real dragon world.

"Very mysterious!"

"Fortunately, I am a pseudo-Tiandao, otherwise, I can't understand and build such a formation at all."

Real Dragon Old Sage saw it with gusto.

After studying with Ye Feng for half a day, he found that his abilities in the formation had improved a lot.

A dazzling, a few days passed.

Ye Feng left nine golden **** of light in midair.

"This is the formation pattern of nine kinds of Tribulation Transcendence Lingbao. Based on this, you can refine nine types of Tribulation Transcendence Lingbao dedicated to four-star Transcendence Lingbao."

Ye Feng introduced calmly.