Chapter 672

"This is... The origin of Kendo?"

Looking at the golden origin of Ye Feng's palm, everyone can feel the incomparably pure sword meaning. The soul has a strong sense of tearing, as if it was to be split by the sword meaning.

"I was recognized by you."

Ye Feng whispered.

He crushed the origin of Kendo and absorbed it into his body. Soon he found that there was a sharp sword intention on his body.

At first glance, he looks like a peerless sword out of its sheath, which can easily cut the sky.

But soon, the sword idea subsided like a tide.

Ye Feng regained his approachable appearance. He seemed to have no accomplishments, like an ordinary person.

"It's worthy of being the leader. We can't sense any breath as long as we have a unique means to hide the breath."

Qingshan Jianzu exclaimed.

At this time, Ye Feng raised his head and looked at Han Yonghui.

"From today on, you are the eldest martial brother of three generations of disciples. There are two generations and one generation of disciples above you."

"At first, our leader planned to give you the origin of kendo. However, you have no chance with it, so you can only give it up."

Hearing the speech, Han Yonghui was very excited. Then, he was lost.

"What a pity!"

"That's the origin of Kendo!"

"If elder martial brother Han can get the origin of kendo, he will become the supreme sword cultivation in the future?"

Other Tianjiao disciples of Qingshu sword sect talked.

Ye Feng glanced at them and said:

"Even without the origin of kendo, Han Yonghui can become a supreme sword practitioner. However, if you want to become a supreme sword practitioner, you can't just talk. You have to practice steadily, okay?"

"I understand!" The disciples of Qingshu sword sect bowed one after another and nodded yes.

Looking at Han Yonghui and other disciples who had just joined the sect and were knocked by Ye Feng, Qingshan Jianzu nodded secretly.

Among the eighteen ancient nationalities, Han Yonghui is the most talented descendant, and he is also very proud.

Now, thousands of disciples of the 18th ancient clan will enter the ethereal sect. If they sit and watch the sky and look down on the arrogance of the outside world, it will be bad.

It's also good that Ye Feng can beat them.

"All right, next."

Ye Feng waved his hand with a brush and motioned for the second disciple to report his personal information.

An hour later.

The information of these dozens of disciples was entered into the clan roster, and Ye Feng was also blessed with five levels of physical strength equivalent to a spirit sea realm.

"Headmaster, everyone else has arrived."

Eighteen ancient clan leaders, including Qingshan sword ancestor, shadow demon sect leader and blood lotus sect leader, took advantage of the time just now to bring all qualified disciples from the Dongtian world here.

Looking at the growing line of Tianjiao, Ye Feng smiled.

At ten times the flow rate, the registration speed of maple leaf is very fast.

He kept silent and carefully recorded.

A day later.

Ye Feng finally stopped writing.

[number of third generation disciples: 399910000]

Today, nearly 4000 disciples have been recruited, which makes Ye Feng feel that his physical strength has increased by at least one Shenyuan realm peak level.

Although it seems that there are not many disciples, they are potential stocks.

When they enter places with ten times the speed, such as the cultivation tower and the spirit gathering tower, and then rely on the baptism of the heaven and earth rain brought by the promotion of the spirit pulse, their cultivation will soar.

At that time, physical strength will soar.

"Elder Gong, elder Wang and Deacon Chu, you are responsible for bringing the three generations of disciples to the sect and making relevant arrangements."

Ye Feng ordered.

"Subordinates take orders."

Gong Qingqiu, Wang Ling and Chu Yuner stepped out, followed by Han Yonghui and other disciples, slowly passed through the temple gate and set foot on the fertile land of mainland China for the first time.

"Is this the mainland of China?"

"Look, there's a big old tree here!"

Han Yonghui and nearly 4000 disciples of three generations came to the top of the ethereal peak and saw the towering ancestor tree with a shocked face.

"This is the ancestral tree of concentration. Its cultivation is no less than that of 18 supreme elders such as Qingshan Jianzu."

Gong Qingqiu took the initiative to introduce.

"Isn't that the broken virtual emperor?"

The three generations of disciples were more and more shocked.

"In addition to concentrating on the ancestral tree, there are Millennium ancient pines in the sect. These two are the guardian elders. In addition, there is master aochuan, the mountain spirit beast who breaks the virtual environment..."

Gong Qingqiu continued to introduce.

Three generations of disciples listened to the relevant deeds of the ethereal sect, learned about the development process of the sect and Ye Feng's deeds of cutting the top Heavenly Emperor. Their admiration for him was like a flowing river.

Castle Peak.

[power of faith + 1972]

……

[power of faith + 1886]

Listening to the prompt sound in his ear, Ye Feng was very calm.

Since he defeated xiaocangtian, angrily beheaded the elder Jinlong and the prophet Taijin, more and more believers of the ethereal sect.

The power of faith every day is a start.

Now this amount is not enough for him to plug his teeth.

"Qingshan sword ancestor, except for the younger generation's disciples and older people, can no one touch the purple golden bell of fate?"

Ye Feng asked curiously.

In the sixth stage of the leader's mission, he only mentioned the need to recruit 10000 third-generation disciples, but that doesn't mean he only recruits disciples.

If you meet the conditions, even if you are old, you can recruit as a deacon of the ethereal sect.

Although the growth potential of the older generation is not as great as that of the younger generation, it can bring a lot of growth in an instant.

"Tell the headmaster that we didn't measure their fate." Qingshan Jianzu scratched his head and looked embarrassed.

Ye Feng pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Test quickly!"

"Yes!"

Eighteen supreme elders, including Qingshan Jianzu, hurriedly took fate zijinling and entered their own cave world to test the elders of the eighteen ancient nationalities.

All that meet the conditions are taken away.

In half a day.

Ye Feng put down his brush again.

Looking at the hundreds of senior practitioners standing in front of him, Ye Feng's face was full of joy.

These hundreds of people are from the eighteen ancient nationalities.

Among them, there are dozens of people who break the virtual environment!

Although the number seems terrible, on average, there are only two or three in each ancient race.

The remaining hundreds of people are all powerful in shenyuanjing.

All of these people meet the conditions for entry.

As Ye Feng wrote down their information on the roster and stamped the leader's seal, the physical force like the sea surged in and filled the body.

"These old people have almost added a Heavenly Emperor level physical strength to me. Cool, cool!"

Ye Feng was shocked.

Now, his pure physical strength has reached twice that of the Heavenly Emperor. When he raises his hands and feet, he can suppress the laughing heaven.

"The headmaster seems very happy."

Qingshan Jianzu and others looked at the smile on Ye Feng's face. They all whispered and were in a good mood.

Ye Feng put away the roster, carried his hands, looked at the hundreds of old people and said:

"Your accomplishments are good. Those in the Shenyuan realm can become ethereal elders. Those who break the virtual realm can become supreme elders."

"On weekdays, you are allowed to stay in Dongtian world."

"But if necessary, you have to leave here and complete your tasks in the sect."

"Do you understand?"

Ye Feng's voice is as loud as thunder, which frightens the soul.

"Subordinates understand." The crowd nodded.

"Well, go back!" Ye Feng waved his hand and walked in front. Qingshan Jianzu and others followed.

The newly recruited hundreds of old people looked at each other and were full of curiosity about the ethereal sect. They all followed in the past and were ready to see the outside world.

……

Green restricted area.

Crackle!

Laughing, heaven is merging the blood of the ancient dragon and the power of the ancient spirit.

This time, the two are not a short-term integration, but really integrated together, becoming a golden dragon virtual shadow, and never separate from each other again.

During this period, thunder was heard everywhere.

Bai Ji and the quasi Saint protector all looked solemn.

Boom

Suddenly, there was a terrible thunder in the sky.

"Integration succeeded!"

Bai Ji suddenly exclaimed.