The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Ye Feng is not eccentric.

After giving advice to Zhou Teng, he also explained to the remaining disciples and pointed out the flaws.

Or, ask them to seek advice from a designated person.

"Ke Anqing, you have no shortcomings for the time being, but it should be noted that the colorful Feifeng bloodline is biased towards the fire element and is easily restrained by the water element among the five elements. You have to learn countermeasures."

Ye Feng reminded.

"Head, how can I counter the restraint of the water system?" Ke Anqing asked, looking curious.

"The five elements regenerate and restrain each other, but this is based on the situation of similar strength. If you encounter a strong water system of the same level, you can only try not to use the colorful Feifeng bloodline."

"But if the opponent's realm is lower than you, then directly suppress it without fear."

"As for the real countermeasure, it is swallowing!"

"You can try to practice devouring magical powers and swallow the power of the opponent's water system, and the advantages will naturally come out."

Ye Feng gave his own suggestions.

"Thank you for your guidance, the disciple understands." Ke Anqing lightly tapped his chin.

Ye Feng didn't stop.

He looked at the disciple code-named "Four Generations and Fours" and found that this person was born with a strong body and was suitable for walking the path of physical training.

One night passed.

The sun rises and everything recovers.

In front of the head hall.

Everyone has been listening to Ye Feng's sermon, and there is no end.

At this time, Ye Feng had already explained to 499 four-generation disciples, and Kong Cheng remained.

"Kong Cheng, your four-image deity body is incomplete. You should continue to improve the bloodlines of the four ancient beasts until it degenerates into the bloodline of the beast-level bloodline. At that time, your four-image deity body can be promoted to the Eucharist."

"It's just that this road is not easy."

"Are you ready?"

Ye Feng looked at Kong Cheng, who was code-named "Fourth Generation 501", and asked with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Kong Cheng looked serious.

"The head can rest assured, the disciple must work hard."

"Good." Ye Feng nodded.

The disciples all looked envious when they heard that Kong Cheng's four-image divine body was expected to transform into the four-image sacrament.

"It's no wonder that Kong Cheng can pass the assessment only by relying on his peak cultivation base. It turns out that it has huge potential."

"Envy the future Eucharist!"

The other disciples cast envious glances at Kong Cheng.

"Well, that's all for today's preaching, Wenwen, and take your juniors and sisters to your residence."

Ye Feng looked to his side.

At this time, Xia Wenwen lay on the futon, slept unconsciously, his mouth was open, and the horror was straight.

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng smiled.

When all the disciples saw Xia Wenwen's embarrassment in sleeping, the corners of his mouth twitched, secretly saying that this master sister is really casual.

Ye Feng leaned into Xia Wenwen's ear and whispered:

"Wenwen, there are chicken legs."

Hearing the sound, Xia Wenwen suddenly opened his eyes.

"Chicken legs?! Where are chicken legs? I want to eat them!"

She suddenly opened her mouth and bit towards Ye Feng's wrist, but at the moment when she was about to bite, Xia Wenwen took a step back like a reflex.

The dilated pupils instantly focused, and found that the thing in front of him was not a chicken leg, but a wrist.

Looked up.

Looking at Ye Feng's handsome face, Xia Wenwen scratched his head, and was about to say something, only to realize that his ugliness just now must have been clearly seen by the five hundred juniors and sisters.

This is simply a social death!

Xia Wenwen has the urge to find a crack in the ground.

"Take them to the residence of the four generations of disciples."

Ye Feng told.

"Yes, the task must be completed!" Xia Wenwen hurriedly stood up straight and ran towards the back mountain of Misty Peak, without time to greet others to follow.

Zhou Teng and others did not expect that Xia Wenwen would make a fuss, and they were all stupid in place.

"Don't keep up?"

Ye Feng obliquely looked at all the disciples, they were aroused, and immediately took the identity tokens and chased them to Xia Wenwen.

The second half of the misty peak.

Xia Wenwen covered his face with his hands, and pointed to the numerous small buildings dotted on the mountain in front of him with his toes.

"Here, this is the residence of our four generations of disciples. The small courtyard at the beginning belongs to me. There is nothing to do on weekdays. Don't go and look for me... Oh, yes, the cafeteria is down there."

Xia Wenwen pointed at the shore of Linghu with his feet, and then ran away griefly.

She felt that when she had just become a four-generation master sister, this kind of embarrassment happened in front of everyone, how will she be confused in the future!

"Master sister seems to be shy."

"This is the legendary social death!"

The disciples whispered.

…

The top of the misty peak.

Ye Feng glanced at the four generations of disciples who had settled down, tearing through the void, and appeared hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Looking down, there is a huge ruin.

Six months ago.

Ye Feng was exiled to the Three Thousand Realms, and Yin Rurong broke through and became a holy, robbing the heavenly stele, but was suppressed by the True Dragon Ancient Sage.

Afterwards, Yin Rurong held a grudge.

The people who learned that the Misty Sect was protecting the ancient races that were sealed in the underground of the Divine Region, they made their own moves, and exploded dozens of ancient grand canyons.

The ancient races among them are all dead.

"Ugh!"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng sighed.

Ancient races are still very important.

Some time ago, Ye Feng and the ancient holy **** Overlord both analyzed that these ancient races are likely to be the original tens of thousands of races in the universe, and they carry the three thousand avenues.

If all races are destroyed, the avenue will be out of balance.

In that case, I am afraid that the entire universe will suffer a catastrophe, and Shenzhou and Three Thousand Realms will not be spared.

"The sound is like Rong, it's not a pity to die!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

He crossed his knees over this broken canyon and took out the Orb of Destiny, searching for any survivors of this race.

After a while.

Ye Feng opened his eyes.

The survivors have not been found for the time being.

However, when he stretched out his hand, a strand of golden blood floated up in the valley below, condensed into a head-sized golden light cluster.

There is a particularly strange aura in it, which gives Ye Feng the feeling of facing the Great Avenue of the Universe.

Although this breath is weak, it is real.

"There are no survivors, but I found this, a very mysterious ancient bloodline."

Ye Feng whispered.

This kind of blood is quite satisfactory. Once you can absorb and master this kind of power, you can make your body bigger, and all aspects of strength, speed, defense, etc. can be improved.

Of course, the improvement is not great.

Taken together, it will also double the level.

Because only one bloodline can be used, the bloodline of this ancient race is too poor compared to other bloodlines that can increase the strength by several times or dozens of times.

Ye Feng was disdainful.

However, this bloodline must be passed down.

Otherwise, the avenue it carries will disappear.

"It's not appropriate for the disciples to use this kind of blood. It's better to use it for those disciples of the aristocratic family in Baifu City."

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at the location of Baifu City.

There are many families in Baifu City.

They don't have a strong bloodline, so they are suitable for inheriting the bloodline of this ancient race and carrying it forward.

Ye Feng continued on.

One day later.

He passed through dozens of gorges that were blasted by the sound of music, and found the blood of dozens of ancient races.

Baifu City.

Ye Feng sat on the throne of the city lord.

Standing beside him were Gong Qingqiu, Vice City Lord, Zhou Jiacai, Zhou Jiaqian, Old City Lord and other core teams of Baifu City.

The old city lord back then, because of a problem in his practice, his cultivation was completely lost, and only his physical strength remained.

Now, after bathing so many times in the heaven and earth rain, the old city lord has long since healed, and he has also broken through to the peak of the spirit sea realm.

He stood aside, his face covered with red light.

"Head, what's the matter?"

The Deputy City Lord asked Ye Feng.

"Find thirty-five aristocratic families in Baifu City, and each aristocratic family will have one hundred of the most outstanding descendants, inheriting the power of the blood of these ancient races."

Ye Feng said his intention.

With a wave of his hand, in the center of the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, 35 groups of light groups of different colors appeared immediately, all of which were the size of their heads. They were the origin of the blood that survived the deaths of dozens of ancient races.

Each group is enough for one hundred people.

After understanding Ye Feng's intentions, the deputy city lord hurriedly followed suit.

Not long.

Thousands of people gathered in front of the city lord's mansion.

There are many families in Baifu City, there are not ten thousand, there are eight thousand, it is not difficult to find suitable candidates.

Looking at those young faces, Ye Feng nodded slightly.

These people are all under thirty.

The lowest cultivation base also has five levels of Qi refining.

The strongest has reached the pinnacle of the Ju Yuan realm.

Among the younger generations of the major families in Baifu City, they are considered to be the best.

"rise!"

Ye Feng pointed a little, all 35 bloodline light clusters shattered and turned into three thousand five hundred rays of light, looking for the most suitable younger generation of practitioners, and submerged them.

"what!"

A teenager screamed immediately.

This is a symptom that accompanies the blood fusion process. Not long after, all the younger generations present screamed.

"How do you feel?" The deputy city lord asked, looking at a certain black-clothed youth who hadn't screamed. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"It looks like there are hundreds of millions of ants biting. It was painful at first, but after a while, I found that I became stronger!"

The young man in black gritted his teeth.

He didn't scream because of his strong personal willpower.

Ye Feng glanced at the young man and said, "Yes, you can come to participate in the entrance examination of our ethereal sect in the future."

The black-clothed youth was overjoyed and said, "Leader Ye, the juniors participated in the entrance examination of the Misty Sect a few days ago, but they ranked more than 600, and unfortunately they lost the election."

Ye Feng nodded and said:

"Every month, there is an entrance examination. You have integrated the blood of the giants of the golden armor, and your combat power has increased. The next examination has a great hope that you can pass."

"Junior must work hard!"

The black-clothed youth nodded solemnly, more motivated.