Chapter 455

"System, what's the matter with the increase of cultivation?"

Ye Feng immediately asked the system a question.

"Under normal circumstances, the accomplishments that an ordinary disciple can provide to the leader are equivalent to the true accomplishments of the disciple. If the disciple is promoted to a true disciple, the effect provided will be doubled."

The system explained.

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said, "do you mean that after Mo Ying was promoted to a true disciple, I got an additional increase equivalent to Mo Ying's own cultivation, that is... Two 'power of Mo Ying'?"

"You can say so." System channel.

Hearing the speech, Ye Feng was silent.

He began to feel the change of physical strength.

"Sure enough, I increased the amount of four peaks of Juyuan territory. In this way, my strength can increase a lot as the disciples continue to break through into true disciples."

Ye Feng smiled.

But soon, the corners of his mouth twitched.

It's not so easy to be promoted to a true disciple. Moying is so powerful that she hasn't passed the examination until now.

Others, it's even harder.

However, no matter how small mosquito legs are, they are also meat, which is better than none.

Besides, the true disciples don't provide much accomplishments at present, but one day, their accomplishments will be improved, and that will be double happiness.

"I like this function!"

Ye Feng's smile became funny. However, he quickly converged his smile, carried his hands and looked at the elder's Hall on Feilai peak.

Moying left the elder hall, walked along the suspension bridge to the ethereal peak, raised her head, and happened to look at Shangye maple.

"Come on, I'll transform your identity token." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and said softly.

The ink warbler went to the top of the ethereal peak, took off the identity token tied on the belt and presented it with both hands.

"Master, here you are!"

"The transformation process is very fast. Just wait a moment."

Ye Feng raised his hand, released the forging furnace, threw the identity token into the furnace, and soon made a clanging sound.

The transformation process is really fast.

They were only silent for a moment, and the stove lid opened.

"This is a brand new identity token. Here you are." Ye Feng holds the slightly hot identity token and hands it to Mo Ying.

It's warm.

The ink warbler looked at the back, and the raised words "zhenzhuan ink warbler" were particularly conspicuous.

She stroked the inscription with her red lips raised slightly.

At this moment, for the ethereal sect, Moying's sense of belonging reached an unprecedented level.

"Thank you for your help!"

Moying tied the token to her belt and bowed.

Ye Feng smiled: "from now on, you will be the first true disciple of our ethereal sect. I hope you will continue to work hard. One day, ethereal sect is proud of you!"

These words warmed the ink warbler's heart.

Her heart seemed to be washed by rough waves, and the words "proud of you" echoed in her mind.

The ink warbler clenched her fist secretly.

She has more motivation.

"Headmaster, I'll go down to practice first." Moying took a deep breath, calmed her excitement and was ready to leave.

"When you become a true disciple, you will get a brand-new spirit tool. Tell me what type you want and whether there are relevant details. Our leader will refine it for you personally."

Ye Feng stopped Mo Ying.

Mo Ying was stunned. "Headmaster, I already have a medium-grade spirit sword. Don't use it for the time being?"

"That's different." Ye Feng waved his hand and put the forging furnace on the ground. There was a white bone about a foot long around him. The surface was as bright as jade and exuded a strong smell.

This is a rib of the White Bone Demon emperor.

The ink warbler looked at this bone and could feel a vast breath, at least at the demon king level.

"Tell me, what kind of spirit tool do you want?"

Ye Feng paused. "You understand the meaning of fast sword. My suggestion is to use flying sword, which is very suitable for you."

"HMM... why not? Please ask the leader to create a flying sword about one foot long. It doesn't need to be too big. The important thing is sharpness and lightness..."

Moying gradually spoke out her requirements.

"Well, yes." While listening, Ye Feng communicated with the forging furnace, and then made minor adjustments according to the feedback.

Ten minutes later, the forging began.

The skeleton of the demon emperor was thrown into the forging furnace. Then, Ye Feng put a wisp of Fengyuan aura and added many special refining materials.

Halfway through the refining, Ye Feng took the blood of the ink warbler and joined it to start a new round of refining.

It was not until half an hour later that the refining ended.

Bang Dang!

The furnace cover rose into the sky.

A white bone flying sword as glittering as jade hovered in the air.

This sword is as thin as a cicada's wing. There is a little red silk thread on the surface. With a slight shock, it can split a sharp sword.

Ye Feng flicked the sword and made a pleasant sound of sword singing.

"What a sharp flying sword. It's light and sharp. It's really perfect!"

Mo Ying looked at the flying sword and found that there was a word "Ying" on it, showing an ink color.

"The grade of this sword is a top-grade spirit weapon, which can be collected into the sea of Qi. It can be watered by its own real yuan day and night, which can gradually enhance its power. As for the name, it's up to you."

Ye Feng handed over the flying sword.

"Shang... Top grade spirit weapon?"

The ink warbler was surprised.

I thought what Ye Feng refined was only an excellent medium-grade spirit weapon, but who knows, it was a top-grade!

"The product level is a little lower. After all, the raw material is the skeleton of a demon emperor in the divine yuan territory." Ye Feng muttered.

"Demon emperor skeleton?!"

Moying opened her mouth in shock.

No wonder when the skeleton appeared, she felt a palpitation. It turned out that it was a skeleton of the demon emperor level!

"Make good use of your own strength to water this sword. Its potential is not low. It will not be a problem to become a top-grade spirit weapon in the future. Even if it is a spirit treasure, it is not impossible."

Ye Feng put away the forging furnace, sat on the recliner, drank a mouthful of happy water, and suddenly felt refreshed.

Mo Ying didn't expect the potential of this sword to be so great.

She stroked the sword with a feeling of mind and spirit.

It seems that Ye Feng took her blood refining tool just now to connect her with the sword in advance. At the moment, it can be used directly without sacrificial refining.

As for others, even if they get it, it won't work.

"Have you figured out the name of this sword?" Ye Feng asked.

Mo Ying looked at the flying sword, thought and said, "this sword is called 'Bai Ling'!"

"White spirit sword?" Ye Feng thought about it carefully. After a moment, he nodded, "this is OK. It's better than my name."

The ink warbler looked strange.

She wanted to say: headmaster, you are a name loser. We are ethereal. Anyone is better than you in naming.

But she dared not say it.

"Headmaster, I'll try the white spirit sword first."

"Go!"

Ye Feng looked at the ink warbler flying to the floating clouds, and then looked at the white spirit sword flying at high speed and making a sound breaking the air. He nodded and thought that the sword was powerful and not weaker than the five element spirit sword.

……

Smart King capital.

Zhu Lei sat in a splendid temple and looked nervously at the Tianjiao sitting around him.

In this hall, his accomplishments are very ordinary.

The others, either the triple of Juyuan realm or the quadruple of Juyuan realm, have reached the triple of Juyuan realm, which is comparable to Jiang Baige, the chief zhenzhuan of Jianwang sect.

"Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi, Jiang Baige, mu Ruxue... Interesting. It seems that there are many people who can be called Tianjiao in the Nanjiang River Basin. Unfortunately, such Tianjiao can be found everywhere in our kings."

A top Tianjiao, who gathered in the seven levels of Yuan territory, smiled, "ladies and gentlemen, I will personally visit the Nanjiang River Basin and challenge Jiang Baige. Who is willing to go with you?"

"I'll wait!"

Most of the Tianjiao present burst out a strong breath and blew open the roof of the hall. The scene was amazing.

In the corner, a Tianjiao wiped his sweat.

"Is there a hole in the minds of these people? They always blow up my discussion hall. The key is not to lose money. They are speechless!"

The Tianjiao looked disgusted.

If he had known that these people were so tiger, he shouldn't have let them come here to discuss things.

"Ladies and gentlemen, why did you miss me when you went to the Nanjiang River Basin?"

At this time, a gentle and pleasant voice came from outside the conference hall.