The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

　　 "Who is outside?"

　　 Ye Feng held the wooden box and looked outside.

　　 There was a slim figure standing in the open space outside the door, wearing a black dress and a black gauze hat, without seeing the true face.

　　 Ye Feng could tell that this was a young woman, she was probably about sixteen years old.

　　 He can sense a very strong breath from the woman in the black dress, like a whirlwind, and his cultivation should be much stronger than Huo Yunjie.

　　 "This person has a mysterious origin, we must be careful, and the most important thing is to protect the spirit stone."

　　 "Uncle Master, you are hiding behind."

　　 "Leave this person to us to deal with."

　　 The three disciples quickly stood in front of Ye Feng.

　　 They have a feeling that this woman is not good, and she is afraid that she will do something to the master teacher.

　　 "I want to join the Misty faction."

　　 At this time, the young woman spoke, and Ye Feng's four people were stunned when they heard it.

　　 Join the Misty faction?

　　 Why does it sound a bit wrong?

　　 Didn’t she come to grab something?

　　 Ye Feng's four people were full of doubts, thinking that what was waiting for them was a fierce battle.

　　 As a result, a new disciple arrived!

　　 Ye Feng looked up and down at the woman in the black dress, and asked: "Are you really going to join the Misty faction?"

　　 "Are you the master of the sect?"

　　 The woman in the black dress looked at Ye Feng and found that he had no cultivation level. Combined with the rumors heard in Baifu City, she guessed his identity.

　　 "Yes, I am." Ye Feng said.

　　哐当!

　　 The woman in the black dress dropped an iron box, "There are a hundred low-grade spirit stones in it, which can be regarded as the entry fee for me to join the ethereal faction."

　　 "Hiss!"

　　 The three disciples took a breath.

　　 Ye Feng suspiciously, opened the flip cover of the iron box with a branch, and found that it was neatly filled with spiritual stones blooming with soft light.

　　 No more, no less, exactly one hundred yuan.

　　 "I can't let you join."

　　 Ye Feng shook his head.

　　 "Too little?"

　　 The woman in the black dress is surprised.

　　 Ye Feng waved his hand: "You don't know where you come from. I'm afraid it will bring danger to our ethereal faction and cannot accept you."

　　Although he has no cultivation base, he is also a traversal person anyway!

　　 It is similar to this kind of people who actively pay the entrance fee and join the most scumbag, such as the Misty Sect. Common sense is that they all have blood feuds and run here to take refuge.

　　 Ye Feng would rather not accept the one hundred spiritual stones, and don't want the other party to cause trouble to the ethereal faction.

　　 The woman in the black dress took off the black shawl.

　　 A face appeared in front of everyone, causing Ye Feng and others to take a deep breath.

　　 What kind of face is this?

　　 If you only see the outline in the dark night, you will think that this is an oval face, with good features, and pretty good-looking.

but…

　　 The skin on this face is hard to describe.

　　 looked like it was corroded by venom, or burned by flames.

　　 In short, it's a bit daunting.

　　 "It's ugly, isn't it?"

　　The woman in the black dress wore a black gauze hat with no expression, "I can see the worry of the head of Ye, but my life experience is very innocent, I have no blood feud, and will not cause trouble to the sect."

　　 Ye Feng: "..."

　　 He wanted to say, how do I know if you will bring danger to the ethereal?

　　 But when I think that the other person's face is like that, I still bravely show them the true face, which shows that they came with sincerity.

　　 "Forget it, put her into the martial arts first, and see if the progress of the tasks during the assessment period has improved. If so, it means that she meets the recruitment requirements of the sect disciples."

　　 Ye Feng thought of this.

　　 "Uncle Master, you should just accept this sister! It's pitiful to look at her."

　　 Li Jiaojiao tugged at the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.

"Yes!"

　　 Shi Lei also seconded.

　　 Huo Yunjie did not speak, but there was no disgust or resistance in the eyes of the woman in the black dress.

　　 Obviously, he has no opinion either.

　　 "Okay, then take it first."

　　 Ye Feng nodded, and asked Shi Lei to take a thick ancient book, spread it out, and put it on the table.

　　 This is a roster of the ethereal school.

　　 Each page records a disciple’s name, birth date, roots, origin, etc., and is stamped with the chief seal.

　　 Ye Feng turned to page 99.

　　 The first 98 pages are full of names, but most of the disciples ran away, and only three people remained.

　　 "Name, birthday, roots, cultivation base, origin, all report."

　　 Ye Feng holding a pen, raised his head and asked.

　　 "My name is Mo Ying. I am eighteen years old. I am a top-grade one. Refining Qi...five layers. I have no relatives for no reason." Mo Ying's voice was slightly cold, but if you listen carefully, you will find it very nice.

　　 "It turned out to be a top-grade foundation!"

　　 Li Jiaojiao, Huo Yunjie, and Shi Lei were all stunned.

　　 "I heard that in the entire Baifu City, there are only a few top grade roots, and they have all been sent to the star sect outside. Sister Mo Ying, why don't you go?"

　　 Li Jiaojiao asked.

　　 "Xiao Fangu can join the one-star sect Qingyunmen with only moderate roots. If you go outside, at least you can become a core disciple of the one-star sect."

　　 Huo Yunjie also said.

　　 Mo Ying shook his head: "Star Zongmen cares about appearance, and I am too ugly, no one wants to accept me, of course, I don't want to go."

　　 Ye Feng listened while writing.

　　 Hearing that Mo Ying is a top grade root, his hand shook and almost made a typo.

　　 the roots, that is, the cultivation qualifications.

　　 is generally divided into: low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, top-grade, god-grade, and holy-grade, and the cultivation speed increases sequentially.

　　 In Baifu City, the strongest root bones that can be touched are also top grade, as for the following root bones, at least in the star sect.

Snapped!

　　 Ye Feng quickly wrote Mo Ying's profile, and he took out the big seal of the head in a hemp, breathed a sigh of relief, and then pressed the big red seal.

　　 "Our sects are ranked in the order of entry, not by age or strength. Therefore, from today, you will be the fourth disciple of our ethereal sect."

　　 Ye Feng put away the roster and the head seal, and said to Mo Ying.

　　 "Thank you, the boss."

　　 Mo Ying bends down slightly, arching his hands.

　　 "Ding, I received the named disciple "Mo Ying", top grade roots, seven layers of Qi refining, mastering the first-grade spells "Backstab" and "Flowing Light Sword Qi", they have all been accomplished."

　　 The system prompts abruptly.

　　 Ye Feng was taken aback, only to realize that Mo Ying had lied about his cultivation base, and that his true cultivation base had reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, which was comparable to the head of the inferior sect.

　　 Due to the recruitment of new registered disciples, the progress bar of the UU reading www.uukanshu.com assessment period task finally moved, from the previous 50% to the current 57%.

　　 "According to this progress, six more named disciples will come, and the task will be completed."

　　 Ye Feng's heart is looking forward to it.

　　 Soon, Ye Feng found that there were more memories of the spells "Backstab" and "Flowing Light Sword Qi" in his mind, and he had directly reached the stage of Consummation.

　　 Although he can't cast spells for the time being, he is a true "King of Mouth", even if he is a stunner, he can learn as long as he does what he says.

　　 "It's good to receive new disciples!"

　　 Ye Feng looked at the four disciples standing in front of the gate, showing the kindly smile of an old father.

　　 He looked at the sun set in the west, and said, "It's getting late, we should eat too."

　　 "I'll cook."

　　 Li Jiaojiao hurried to the backyard.

　　 But soon, she took an empty wooden basin and ran out, "It’s not good for Master Master, we ran out of rice, and the previous dishes were too bad."

"what?"

　　 Ye Feng shook his hand, and the box containing the spirit stone almost fell to the ground.

　　 Gululu...

　　 Everyone's stomachs rang accordingly.

　　 "I'll go down the mountain and buy some food!"

　　 Shi Lei is about to leave.

　　 Ye Feng hurriedly stopped him, worrying: "It's almost night. It's dangerous for you to go down the mountain alone."

　　 The mountains around Baifu City are endless, and monsters and beasts occasionally appear, which is not safe.

　　 "I will take you to Baifu City."

　　 Moying drew a sharp sword, pointed it a little, and swelled it into the wind, turning it into one foot wide and one foot long, floating half a foot off the ground.

　　 "It's a low-grade spirit weapon "Windward Flying Sword"!"

　　 Huo Yunjie was surprised.