Chapter 492

"Inform the city Lord, leader ye that the first batch of predestined friends have come to the city Lord's house, a total of 50, and are waiting outside the door."

The speaker is a young man.

He has a black beard on his jaw, bright eyes, armor and a strong cultivation in Juyuan territory.

The Lord of Zhongyuan city looked at Ye Feng: "headmaster ye, how to deal with it?"

"Let them in!" Ye Feng nodded.

He took out his pen, ink, paper, inkstone, roster and the leader's seal to register.

"Did you hear what leader ye said? Let them in. " The Lord of Zhongyuan City waved his arm.

"Yes."

The young man with black beard nodded, went outside the hall and asked the people to line up inside.

Soon, a fairly good-looking young man appeared, about eighteen years old.

The ethereal sect accepts disciples, no matter whether the other party has cultivation or not.

You can enter as long as you meet the conditions.

For Ye Feng, it's best for the new recruits to have accomplishments. After all, such practitioners can directly bring him a good increase in accomplishments.

"Headmaster ye, i... my name is Shen Yu. I'm 18 years old. I've just broken through the six levels of Qi refining. I'm a middle-grade root and bone. I like to study arrays."

The young man introduced himself as soon as he appeared.

"Oh, do you know the array?" Ye Feng suddenly became interested, "what level has the research reached?"

Shen Yu quickly arched his hands and said, "I can arrange a miniature array independently."

"That's good." Ye Feng was very satisfied.

Micro array corresponds to gas refining environment.

A complete micro killing array can be arranged, which is enough to pose a life threat to jiuzhong in the Qi refining realm.

People like Shen Yu are geniuses.

"Well, you have joined the sect."

Ye Feng quickly completed the registration.

"Thank you, headmaster!" Shen Yu was very excited. He worshipped three times in a row, and then stood aside.

"Next!"

Ye Feng continues to shake people.

Although the test of fate zijinling shows that these people meet the conditions for joining the sect, not everyone can become disciples.

Because some people are old and have high accomplishments. They can become Deacons of the outer gate.

For example, this one in front of you.

"Headmaster ye, my name is Xu Dashan. I'm 38 years old. I'm old and young. I'm full. The whole family is not hungry. I gather in Yuanjing for triple cultivation. I'm middle-grade."

A middle-aged man with a big beard patted his chest and introduced himself.

"How did you pass the assessment of fate zijinling at such an old age?"

"Can't it be an impostor?"

The people around whispered.

Ye Feng looked at Xu Dashan and said, "through the test of fate zijinling, it shows that he has a fate with our ethereal sect, but he didn't say that he must become a disciple or a deacon or an elder."

"Can you do that?"

"I immediately asked my grandfather to touch the purple golden bell of fate."

"Caress? Shit, can you change a word? "

Many people are discussing it again.

The Lord of Zhongyuan city is a little excited.

Had it not been for the great Zhongyuan city and the practice resources of the Nanming state, he really wanted to touch the fate zijinling to see if he met the conditions for joining the sect.

It would be nice to join the ethereal sect and be an elder.

However, at the thought of living in the Nanming state for so many years, the Lord of Zhongyuan City suppressed this idea.

"Xu Dashan, you are very good. You can become the deacon of our ethereal sect. When you arrive at the sect, remember to find Chu Yuner, the chief deacon of the sect, and ask her to arrange for you."

Ye Feng registered and warned.

"Thank you, headmaster!" Xu Dashan is very happy.

Although the ethereal sect is only a star sect, Ye Feng, a God in the yuan realm, can be more powerful than ordinary three-star forces. If you can join it, it is definitely the smoke from your ancestral graves.

In half a day.

Ye Feng accepted more than 300 new disciples and was in a good mood.

"Sure enough, let the Lord of Zhongyuan City launch the whole city for publicity, and the effect of accepting disciples is good."

Ye Feng said secretly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

……

Zhongyuan city.

Many people went to the ten places where fate purple golden bell was placed and lined up to touch it.

Jingling!

As a young man reached out and stroked the purple golden bell of fate, a pleasant voice immediately sounded.

"I succeeded!"

Excited, the young man hopped home, ready to report good news to his family.

"Envy!"

Many people who eat melons look envious.

However, when the young man who passed the test passed an alley, he found a strange figure covered in black robes in front of him.

A wisp of black smell emanated from the man.

It's cold, cold and frightening.

"Who are you?"

The young man stopped and his eyes coagulated.

"The man who killed you!"

The black robed man with strange whereabouts suddenly burst out a strong breath and instantly suppressed the youth.

Then, the man in black turned into countless black Qi and drilled into the youth's mouth, nose, eyes and ears.

"Ah!"

The young man screamed.

However, the surrounding area was shrouded in a black fog, the voice of the youth could not be heard, and no one knew what was happening here.

A moment later.

The young man got up from the ground.

He twisted his neck, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. Then he turned around and walked into an old temple.

"Did you succeed?"

In the temple, I thought of a woman's voice.

"It worked." The young man nodded.

The voice was a little sharp, like a woman's voice, but soon its voice changed and became the voice before the youth.

"As planned."

"Yes."

The youth left the temple.

He came to the square, stretched out his hand and touched fate zijinling again. He found that he could still make zijinling sound "jingling", which was a sigh of relief.

The youth mixed in and went to the city master's house.

afternoon.

Ye Feng took a break and returned to the hall of the city master's house. He was in a great mood when he looked at the hundreds of people lining up behind him.

This time, hundreds of people were collected in Zhongyuan City alone, very fast.

Income continues.

"Soul Eater!"

At this time, Ye Feng looked at the young man standing in front of him and thought of this message.

He always opened his eyes of insight.

So, this undercover has nowhere to hide.

"What's your name?"

Ye Feng didn't tear it down on the spot, but prepared to let the other party enter the sect. He just took this opportunity to feel the melon and understand the other party's purpose.

"My name is Wang Xuanping. I'm from an ordinary aristocratic family. I'm a middle-grade root and bone. I've been refined for seven times."

Wang Xuanping bowed.

The moment he lowered his head, there was a look of contempt in his eyes.

Shen Yuan Jing Da Neng Ye Feng?

Oh! So what? I still can't see through my undercover plan. When I enter the ethereal sect, I will stir the wind and rain!

Looking up, Wang Xuanping's eyes became respectful.

On the surface, no one can see that he has a problem.

"Well, yes, congratulations on entering our ethereal sect." Ye Feng pretended not to know anything and wrote Wang Xuanping's information.

In my mind, there was no prompt sound of the system.

If you are a normal disciple, the system will report the information of the new disciple after stamping the seal of the leader.

But this time, there was no hint.

This shows that "Wang Xuanping" does have a problem.

Soon, Wang Xuanping and practitioners such as Shen Yu and Xu Dashan stood outside the hall and waited patiently.

On the surface, Wang Xuanping is no different from normal people, but when others don't pay attention, he immediately took out a messenger paper crane and threw it out.

In that broken temple.

The paper crane was pinched by a slender snow-white hand.

"Good, the latent plan succeeded!"