Fantasy: It turns out I'm a supreme martial god

Chapter 465

"Master, many people gathered in the square to worship the master."

Zhong Qing came in and said softly.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng bounced up in an instant and was full of surprises. When he was about to go outside, he found Zhong Qing who wanted to talk and stop.

"Disciple, do you have anything to say?" Yi Feng asked softly.

"Master, what I want to ask is, are you a cultivator?" Zhong Qing said expectantly.

"The secret of heaven must not be revealed. You will know it then."

Yi Feng fondly touched Zhong Qing's small head.

For this hard-working disciple, Yi Feng really can't bear to cheat him, but he also doesn't want to disappoint him.

Therefore, it is better to avoid this problem for the time being.

When I have received 100 disciples, I can practice. Then I will be the best answer.

Looked at Zhong Qing, who touched his head and looked naive, Yi Feng smiled, ignored him and hurried to the square.

I don't know if I don't go. I'm surprised at the sight.

Under the leadership of these old men and women, the square was full of people.

If someone else is here, I'm afraid my eyes will fall off.

Because in the square at the moment, except for those old men and women with obscure breath, young people are all the pride of heaven, and the lowest strength is human immortal cultivation.

of course.

They can reach immortals, but it doesn't mean that they are so evil.

The reason is that some time ago, the immortal irrigation in the Xianjiang continent made the cultivation of practitioners in the whole continent rise.

In addition, most of them enjoyed the dividends of their ancestors living in Pingjiang city.

It's even exaggerated to say that this group of heaven's favorite children were raised by the garbage heap at the gate of the martial arts school.

After all, for these young people, a broken piece of paper in the garbage may be able to let them know for a lifetime.

And such a group of heaven's favourites and old men and women who can't see through the cultivation are all standing respectfully in the square, with a look of awe on their faces.

Yi Feng counted roughly. There were probably dozens of young people who came to worship.

Yi Feng was overjoyed.

These old men and women have completed more than half of their apprenticeship task in an instant!

Just then, a voice of swearing came from a distance.

"Old ancestor, although you managed to get me into a human immortal, it's enough for me to fight eight life Emperor Wu. I'd better not make a fool of myself?" A fat man who looked like a hill reluctantly moved his feet, twinkled a pair of small eyes and said bitterly.

"One bucket late, you hurry to roll over to me. Do you hear me? Do you know how many people don't want to have this opportunity? You don't know to cherish this opportunity!" The old man was so angry that he kicked his legs on the fat man's ass.

These feet were completely painless in terms of fat, but due to the old man's authority, he had to move forward with his head in his arms.

"Hey, hey, sorry, sir, I'm late."

The old man said apologetically, and then he pulled the fat man into the crowd.

But unexpectedly, the villain took out the pig's hoof again, lowered his head and secretly ate it.

"Eat, eat, and you'll know to eat. It's a disgrace to my late family."

"Old ancestor, but I'm really hungry!"

"You dare to talk back."

The old man knocked a bucket of chestnuts late, and there was a sound that he hated iron and didn't turn steel.

The other young talents in the field looked at the fat man and showed some disdain. How can such people be qualified to come to such a place.

"Hey, hey, you guys are laughing, laughing."

The old man smiled apologetically and kicked a bucket a few feet late.

"No problem."

Yi Feng smiled.

As long as you can bring him apprentices, what will you do if you are a little late? After all, if there are more people, he will have more progress.

After waiting for a moment, Yi Feng began to accept his disciples when he saw that everyone was almost here.

Looking around, he directly picked the late bucket just now. Who calls this fat man so outstanding in both figure and all aspects.

"Come here."

Yi Feng said softly.

The fat man who was gnawing at the pig's hoof raised his head.

Others also looked incredulously at the late bucket.

"What are you waiting for, sir?" The old man kicked his ass on the late bucket again and shouted quickly.

Smell speech, late a bucket of this just slow over God, quickly wipe off the oil on the mouth, respectfully ran to Yi Feng's front.

"Cough, I'll check my talent!"

Yi Feng pretended to touch the fat man's shoulder, looked at his palm, and gently nodded his head.

actually.

Where does he see what talent.

But after all, in front of so many people, he, the Lord of one sect, has to pretend at least.

of course.

I tested him with the system.

It's a gift for super garbage.

However, talent garbage is not garbage. Yi Feng doesn't care. The key is to accept disciples.

"Well, talent is average, but it can be made with a little training." Yi Feng lied solemnly.

Wen Yan.

There was a burst of exclamation in the field.

Countless people looked enviously at the late bucket.

And a bucket late is stuck in place.

Of course, the most excited person is the old man of the Chi family.

Originally, he was lucky enough to get into Pingjiang City, and his younger generation really didn't have anything to take, so he brought a bucket later.

Bringing a bucket late, he actually took a chance and never had hope.

But unexpectedly, the first one was selected by Yi Feng.

"Hahaha, my late family is going to rise!"

The old man of the Chi family laughed on the spot and bowed to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng touched his forehead in embarrassment.

A black face.

Is this too exciting?

If you let the old man know that he is an empty shell, you can't tell what expression it is.

But forget it.

As long as he accepts a hundred disciples, his status as a cultivator will live up to his name.

He smiled quietly.

He continued to show the momentum of a patriarch and looked around at the people pretendingly.

Under Yi Feng's eyes, young talents and the pride of heaven became agitated and looked at Yi Feng one after another.

However.

Just when Yi Feng was ready to pick someone at random and the next disciple, a systematic voice suddenly came out of his mind.

"Ding."

"It is detected that the new apprentice of the host is not qualified enough, and the task progress is still 3 / 100."

"What?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yi Feng was stunned.

"Why, do apprentices still require qualifications?" Yi Feng couldn't help asking the system.

"Ding."

"Minimum talent requirements for apprentices: general qualification."

"General qualification?"

Yi Feng flashed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

not so bad.

Just ordinary qualifications.

It's no big deal.

After all, his little waste apprentice Zhong Qing also has an ordinary, so a large part of these dozens of people are ordinary qualifications, right?

"Start talent detection."

"Detect everyone present."

Yi Feng made a sound towards the system, then raised his mouth and waited for the result.