As soon as these words came out, Ke Duzhong and the others were shocked. A master-level Kagura master with a bone age of about thirty is really unheard of! As we all know, the No. 1 Music Immortal Rong Yue is a monster in nature, but she was already fifty years old when she broke through to become a master-level Kagura master. Twenty years... Ye Feiran's talent was obviously even more evil than Rong Yue's. Especially Ke Duzhong and Qingwu, they couldn't help but pick up their teacups and sip tea to calm down their moods. A seventh-grade alchemist and a master-level divine musician, how did Ye Feiran do it? God knows, whether it is alchemy or divine music, it requires a lot of time and concentration to practice. Xiao Ruoyan and Rong Yue naturally thought that Ye Feiran's talent was above them. The two looked at each other and instantly understood what the other meant. Disciples of high-level Kagura masters want to grab it, and disciples of Grandmaster-level Kagura masters want to grab it even more! "Rongyue, this sect leader has decided on these two disciples." "Sect Master Xiao, I, the Immortal Lord, have also taken over these two disciples." For a moment, both of them were thinking quickly about how to recruit these two disciples. Ke Duzhong knew more about Ye Feiran than anyone else, so he was not too worried that Ye Feiran would choose another sect force. Seeing Rong Yue and Xiao Ruoyan looking ready to fight, they quickly said, "Ahem...Rong Yue and Xiao Sect Leader, they have just entered the monster kiln, and they still have three years to go!" Hearing this, Rong Yue and Xiao Ruoyan snorted coldly respectively, then sat down for a while and continued to look at the situation in the water mirror. Behind him, Wang Zezhi glanced at Rong Yue and then at Ye Feiran in the water mirror. He couldn't help but think of what his disciple Ye Feixuan said to him a month ago. Ye Feixuan was straightforward, so she asked Wang Zezhi directly. "Master, my sister has ascended. Her swordsmanship is superior to mine, and I want to practice double sword techniques with her. Are you willing to give us some advice?" The implication is to ask Wang Zezhi if he is willing to accept Ye Feiran as his disciple. Ye Feixuan's talent in swordsmanship was already very impressive. Now that she heard that her sister's swordsmanship was superior to hers, Wang Zezhi was naturally moved. biqubao.com However, he only said one sentence at that time. "Of course I'm happy to be my teacher, but I wonder if your sister is willing?" At that time, Ye Feixuan didn't say much. She just said, "Master, this matter will be taken care of by my disciple." Wang Zezhi came back to his senses from the memories, and the corners of his lips curved with an imperceptible arc. Even if Ye Feiran was unwilling to accept him as his teacher, Ye Feiran would definitely choose to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect. As a member of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, he naturally hopes that the Xuantian Immortal Sect can recruit talented and evil disciples. Rong Yue and Xiao Ruoyan were incompatible with each other in order to rob their disciple. Although the others did not speak, Wang Zezhi could see through the subtle changes in their expressions that they also wanted to rob Ye Feiran, his disciple. So, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but send a message to Ke Duzhong, just in case. "Sect Master, we must recruit this disciple Ye Feiran." Hearing this, Ke Duzhong raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Zezhi, feeling surprised that he would actually speak up about recruiting disciples. However, he also noticed the subtle reactions of others, and thought of just in case, he sent a message and replied, "That's natural." Gray Mist Mountains. Ye Feiran played the fire of the piano sound and killed batch after batch of monsters, but the monsters still rushed out from the depths of the mountains, and even took a detour to attack Han Xize and the others. Ye Feiran and his team killed monsters for a whole day and night, and no monsters came out of the depths of the Gray Mist Mountains for the time being. After such a high-intensity battle, both humans and monsters looked exhausted when they stopped. Ye Feiran had already ordered the mutant nine-leaf red branch to find a safe cave, so after everyone took a pill to restore some spiritual power, they quickly walked to the cave. When Ye Feiran told the mutated Nine-leaf Red Branch to pay attention to the surrounding situation, he did not forget to set up a formation outside the cave. As soon as they enter the cave, whether they are humans or monsters, they immediately take the Rejuvenation Pill to heal their injuries, and then take the Spirit Power Pill to restore their spiritual power. Ye Han and Ye Feiran even have to recover their mental power, especially Ye Han. If monsters continue to rush out from the depths of the mountains, her mental power will be exhausted. After his mental power recovered, Ye Han took a look at the spirit stone in the ring, and then thought about the number of monsters, and couldn't help but start to worry. Ye Feiran opened his eyes and happened to see this scene. He quickly sent a message and asked, "What is aunt worried about?" Ye Han didn't show any pretense and told Ye Feiran about his worries. Ye Feiran raised her lips and smiled, "Auntie, don't worry. Without the spirit stone, we still have the potions refined from the Spirit-Yun Dan and the Fantasy Heart Grass, which can help us restore our mental power as soon as possible." Hearing this, Ye Han breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." Ye Feiran gave Ye Han more than half of the potions refined from the Soul Containing Pill and Magic Heart Grass, and then looked at the situation of his friends and the monsters one by one. After everyone recovered, they looked at the numbers on their identity cards and left the cave to kill the monsters. At this time, more and more cultivators are entering the Gray Mist Mountains. Everyone is looking for monsters and at the same time guarding against competitors. After all, sometimes people are more dangerous than monsters in this world. Because of the influx of cultivators into the Gray Mist Mountains, Ye Feiran and his team no longer had the same good luck as before, encountering either hundreds or thousands of monsters. However, they were not discouraged and walked deeper into the Gray Mist Mountains while searching for monsters. On this day, thousands of monsters suddenly rushed out of a cave. The eyes of hundreds of nearby cultivators were red, and they rushed to kill the monsters. The same is true for Ye Feiran and his party. After a fight, each cultivator only killed two or three monsters, which made many cultivators feel dissatisfied. They even came up with the idea of robbing others, and gradually came up with some more bad ideas, but no one took any action. Ye Feiran noticed an unusual gaze falling on him and quickly looked over, but only saw Liu Ruyun raising her head and talking to a male cultivator who was at the peak of an immortal. Thinking of the previous situation in the Hongyue City cave, Ye Feiran's eyes flashed slightly, and then asked the mutant nine-leaf red branch to pay attention to Liu Ruyun and the male cultivator beside her. Next, hundreds of cultivators consciously searched for monsters in different directions, but Liu Ruyun, male cultivators, and twenty cultivators with different cultivation levels kept following them in the same direction. Tang Mengtong glanced at Liu Ruyun calmly and sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Little Ye Zi, I think something is wrong with Liu Ruyun." It happened that at this time, Nie Yingluo also sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Little Ye Zi, I think Liu Ruyun seems to hate us." Although Ye Han didn't speak, he paid attention to Liu Ruyun's situation from time to time. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly and said through the message, "The soldiers are coming to block the water and cover up the soil. Although there are many of them, it is not certain who will win and who will lose! What I am more curious about is, if they are sent here to seek death, can they be accepted? The number of monsters killed?”
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
