Chapter 497

"Brother, you, alas..."

Burying five looked at burying one with complicated eyes and sighed helplessly.

But he left.

It was not that he ignored his brothers' feelings, but that he firmly believed in the feeling. After all, this feeling is not illusory to their practitioners.

Heaven and earth gate.

Yi Feng lies on the recliner, squinting leisurely.

He was not sleeping, but looked at the disciples intentionally or unintentionally.

Those who ride cattle ride cattle, those who play mud play mud

For these wonderful flowers, Yi Feng thinks more and more wrong.

That's fucking wrong.

It is reasonable to say that a normal young man joined the sect and was not eager to practice and practice?

So at first Yi Feng was hiding from these disciples.

After all, if these people ask him for Kung Fu, he really doesn't know what to do. At least he has to waste his mouth to deceive.

However, with the 50 leaflets sent out some time ago, the number of disciples increased to 60 or 70. Unexpectedly, no one came to him for advice and cultivation, and no one showed the slightest self-improvement in cultivation.

This shouldn't be.

Who is not willing to practice after entering the sect door and pursues novels and comics in the library every day?

"I see."

Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something and sat up with a slap on his thigh.

These disciples have ordinary qualifications. They never thought they could practice. They all belong to the role of mixing food and waiting for death.

So I came to him to make a living?

Think so.

Yi Feng immediately felt that eight or nine were inseparable from ten.

good heavens.

That's a good guy.

These little money kids are so cruel. It turns out that they didn't want to practice at all. They came here to polish their wool.

For a time, even Yi Feng, who was carrying a huge sum of money, immediately felt offended.

"Someone."

Yi Feng immediately shouted.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Qinghuan asked respectfully.

"Call all the disciples to me."

Yi Feng ordered with a calm face.

"Yes."

Qinghuan hurriedly followed suit and began to summon all the disciples.

In the library.

Burying five is like being enchanted.

Since he joined the gate of heaven and earth, he has been soaking in this library all day.

Everything about the library surprised him.

Although he hasn't found his own way yet, he has also improved his cultivation and other aspects.

"Although I haven't found my way now, this great library will be able to find what I need."

The eyes of buried five were shining with pure light.

He was very glad that he had been firm and joined tiantianmen with leaflets.

Otherwise, how can he be so blessed now?

"Oh, if only the four brothers could be here together."

"Compared with the gate of heaven and earth, what is the Xianjiang chaos monument? I'm afraid it's not the avenue contained in this Chinese book in my hand."

Just then, the sound of Qinghuan Xianghong bell came from outside.

"The patriarch ordered all the disciples to go to the heaven and earth hall to see him."

"The patriarch ordered all the disciples to go to the heaven and earth hall to see him."

When the voice came, even the people who were addicted to the Sutra Pavilion got up one after another. The vegetable growers outside also put down their hoes, and the cattle riders jumped off the green cattle

Burial five is also a bright eye.

He also met the master when he visited the master that day. At the beginning, he was shocked. Today, he was finally lucky to see him again.

Soon.

All the disciples gathered in the square in front of the heaven and earth hall.

Each one is respectful, waiting for Yi Feng's instructions.

"How are you practicing recently?"

Yi Feng got up, looked around the crowd and asked in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Yi Feng frowned.

Although he didn't think these people could practice anything, he didn't deceive anyone who came in and lay a good foundation.

Looking at these things, it seems that no one takes his words to heart.

"You, who is it?"

Yi Feng casually pointed to a disciple and shouted, "give me a knife with your strongest strength."

"It's the master."

The disciple ranked 38 respectfully came out, raised his long knife, drank loudly and cut in front.

"Hoo!"

There was a slight wind in the space.

Seeing this, many martial brothers nodded one after another.

This knife.

Very good.

It seems that this thirty-eight is indeed the king of the sword.

But Yi Feng was calm and didn't speak. Instead, he pointed to another person and shouted, "come out and make a circle of the wooden man pile."

"Yes, master."

The disciple ranking 29 went out again, took a serious look, and beat out the wooden man pile next to him.

The wooden stake was turning slowly, but the disciple was sweating hard.

See.

There was a burning color in the eyes of buried five.

I was surprised that senior brother 29 was really powerful.

The wooden man pile in front of us is at least the top immortal level. It contains the power of the road and can feed back the hitting power.

Anyway, it would be nice if he could turn it.

"Change it."

Yi Feng was still expressionless and shouted for the next try.

However.

next.

Next, next.

Seven or eight in a row, almost the same as the previous 29.

Yi Feng, whose face was gloomy and wanted to go out of the water, finally couldn't help but scold fiercely: "waste, a group of waste, full waste."

Hearing the sound, the people lowered their heads in shame and did not dare to argue at all.

Uh?

Is this waste, too?

The new burial five is a little confused.

These elder martial brothers and sisters are already so strong. Why does Master scold them for being useless.

But the next moment.

He finally knew.

Angry Yi Feng kicked on the wooden man pile, the wooden man pile rotated rapidly, and then fell to the ground

It's falling apart.

GA!

It's amazing to bury five. I feel like my scalp is going to explode.

Unexpectedly, it was such a scene when I saw the power of the master for the first time.

They can't beat the wooden man pile. At least the existence of the top immortal tools will fall apart after the teacher underestimated it?

No wonder.

Elder martial brothers and sisters are so strong that they are still waste in the eyes of the senior master.

It seems.

I'm going to refuel.

Otherwise, you can't be a waste!

Looking at this group of low headed disciples, Yi Feng was more angry in his heart.

Not a bloody one.

But if you are a little bloody and scolded by him, don't you refute?

But now I bow my head and accept it silently.

What does that mean?

It shows that these disciples have been sitting, eating and waiting to die to a certain level, and have lost any fighting spirit.

To put it bluntly today, he specially convened to test this group of people.

The test also confirmed his idea.

These guys are here to make a living. They don't even have a disciple with a strong heart.

In Yi Feng's eyes, these disciples are not pleasing to the eye.

Originally, I thought that when I could practice, I would teach them a move and a half, and it would not waste their expectation.

Now it seems that teaching a chicken feather.

As soon as a hundred people arrive, they are bound to demobilize this group of waste.

Not one!