Chapter 671

"It's really good." Ye Feng nodded.

Being able to reach the triple level of Linghai at this age is indeed the top level among the young generation.

However, compared with Mo Ying and others, it is still a lot worse.

Qiang!

Over the sea, Han Yonghui's Castle Peak sword shadow fell and easily ran over dozens of sea demons.

He continued to wave his sword.

Tear it!

Dozens of sea demons were split and had no power to fight back.

At this time, other disciples of Qingshu sword sect also arrived at the seaside to join the battle.

"Green mountains don't change, green water flows forever!"

Dozens of talented swordsmen, including Han Yonghui, put out their swords at the same time and exercised this powerful joint attack sword technique.

In an instant, countless green swords were in the air.

They were like an attacking current, circling in the sky, and then turned into a sword wave, beating on the sea demon.

With this single blow, hundreds of sea demons were killed.

"Damn it!"

Among the sea demons, there are several demon kings in the spirit sea.

Seeing that his subordinates were killed, the medium demon king was furious. Holding a sharp machete, he suddenly appeared over a disciple of Qingshu sword sect and quickly cut down.

"Be careful!"

Han Yonghui, a talented swordsman, immediately took action.

A sword across the void, like an antelope hanging its horn, opened the medium demon king's machete.

"Dare to stop the king and kill you first!"

The medium demon king held a knife in both hands and cut out dozens of blades in a flash, interwoven into a sharp net, and quickly surrounded Han Yonghui.

"Hum! Green yuan sword shield! "

Han Yonghui held the sword in his right hand and pointed the long sword high into the air. In his other hand, he held the sword formula and pasted it on the sword body to activate this spell.

Buzz!

The light blue ball shaped sword shield protected him, and let the dozens of blades bombard the sword shield, making a clang sound, but it was never broken.

"Headmaster, this is a nine grade spell. I didn't expect Han Yonghui to practice it."

Qingshan Jianzu smiled.

He is still very satisfied with this arrogant younger generation.

"It's really good." Ye Feng nodded.

When Han Yonghui was young, he went to Linghai Sanzhong, which was put outside. They are all the top experts in the young generation.

Only with this move "Green yuan sword shield", few people in the same level can break his defense.

"It's my turn to fight back!"

Han Yonghui burst out all his breath. He pinched the Jue in his left hand and waved a long sword in his right hand. In a flash, he pointed 99 times to the front.

"Point star sword!"

He gave a slight scold.

In the void, a large number of stars appeared in the places that had just been pointed by the sword, and quickly floated to the medium demon king.

"What is this?"

The medium demon king sensed the danger, immediately turned around and tried to escape, but found that these stars came too fast.

Whoosh!

Each star point ignores its defense, infiltrates into its body, enters the blood, outlines a strange killing array by relying on its internal context, and detonates instantly.

Bang!

In the eyes of countless sea demons, the medium demon king burst and died.

"It's a very exquisite spell, isn't it also the ninth grade?" Ye Feng asked Qingshan Jianzu around him.

"Yes." The ancestor of Qingshan sword nodded. "This nine level magic is called star pointing sword. It is an original skill of kendo. We just got it by chance. It is very powerful."

"The one who created the star pointing sword must be an amazing and gorgeous senior expert."

Ye Feng praised.

On the sea.

The fall of the medium demon king directly led to the defeat of the sea demon army. The remaining sea demons were not opponents at all and were killed by Han Yonghui and other disciples.

make love!

Qingshan Jianzu clapped his hands.

Han Yonghui and other disciples raised their heads and happened to see dozens of people standing high in the sky.

"All the patriarchs are here!"

"My God!"

"What kind of grand event is this? It can gather 18 patriarchs at the same time?"

"Look, who are those people?"

The disciples of Qing Shu sword sect saw Ye Feng, fox princess, Gong Qingqiu, Wang Ling and others, and their faces were full of doubts.

"This is the ethereal sect, Ye Feng!"

Qingshan Jianzu pointed to Ye Feng and introduced respectfully, which shocked Han Yonghui and others.

Since the eighteen ancient tribes joined the ethereal sect, news about the ethereal sect has spread in the eighteen cave world.

Han Yonghui and other disciples all know that there is a more powerful sect above the eighteen ancient tribes.

It is the ethereal sect!

Ye Feng, the ethereal sect leader, is a Heavenly Emperor who looks like a mortal but whose real strength is unfathomable!

In an instant.

Dozens of eyes focused on Ye Feng.

Looking at the mysterious young man who is handsome but without the slightest breath of cultivation, Han Yonghui and other talented swordsmen saluted one after another.

"I've seen headmaster Ye!"

Ye Feng waved his hand, "don't be polite!"

He looked at Han Yonghui and dozens of Tianjiao and found that they were only in their twenties, but their accomplishments had at least reached Juyuan.

The highest accomplishments are Han Yonghui and Linghai.

This man is born with the sword intention, and his root bone has reached the top grade, which is comparable to Tianjiao such as Ji Ziling.

"Headmaster, Han Yonghui and others have all passed the test of fate zijinling and are qualified to join zongmen."

Qingshan Jianzu whispered a reminder.

He produced a list.

The above records are all the disciples of Qingshu sword sect who can touch fate zijinling, which has expanded to more than 200 people.

"So little?"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

There are 20 million people in the whole green mountain community, and there are also 20000 people with roots and bones according to one thousandth.

There are only more than 200 destined to the ethereal sect?

Is that too little?

Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

"Headmaster, do you think there are fewer people?" Seeing Ye Feng frowning, Qingshan Jianzu was surprised and asked quickly.

"It's not bad that the eighteen ancient tribes can have three or four thousand qualified disciples." Ye Feng did not blame.

He had known about it in advance.

Although there are many people of the eighteen ancient tribes, there are few people who can meet the conditions for joining the ethereal sect. There is no need to blame them.

"Well, now call all the qualified people and solicit the third generation of disciples by the sea."

With that, Ye Feng waved.

On the beach.

A ethereal platform emerged.

Ye Feng knelt over the futon, and a table appeared in front of him out of thin air. On it was an open roster, surrounded by brushes, ink, the leader's seal and so on.

"Han Yonghui, haven't you come yet?"

Qingshan Jianzu waved his hand.

"Yes!"

After touching the fate purple golden bell, Han Yonghui and other disciples already knew that they were qualified to join the ethereal sect.

Today, none of them thought that they could be personally received by Ye Feng, the leader of the ethereal sect.

"Report your name, origin, root bone, accomplishments and other information." Ye Feng dipped his brush in ink, raised his head and looked at Han Yonghui standing in front of him with a long sword on his back.

"Disciple Han Yonghui, young childe of hanjiazhuang of Fengyuan country, the best root and bone. At present, there are three levels of Linghai territory..."

"Yes."

Ye Feng nodded and applied ten times the flow rate to himself. The writing speed was fast. Almost as soon as Han Yonghui finished speaking, he had already written the information.

Pop!

The leader's seal fell.

"Ding, congratulations to the leader on recruiting the first three generations of disciples. 9999 are still short of completing the task. Please make persistent efforts!"

"Ding, congratulations to the leader for triggering the hidden reward and obtaining the origin of kendo × 1. After integration, you can obtain the top Kendo talent. "

The system prompt tone comes one after another.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and a golden origin appeared in the palm.

This item cannot be given to disciples.

Otherwise, Ye Feng certainly doesn't want it.

After all, he knows all the disciples. Instead of asking for the origin of kendo, he might as well give it to the disciples.