Why doesn't this Mengli play according to common sense? Once he does, he will find a rare treasure of heaven and earth that can only be encountered? After everyone sighed in their hearts, they came to their senses belatedly. Damn it, this Mengli usually looks cold and cold, but I didn’t expect that she could be so cunning! Among their bunch of spiritual veins, the Pure Spirit Wood Lotus Seed is undoubtedly the most precious treasure! Alas, what a mistake! The leader of Mu Peak, Mengli, looked at the surprise on Ye Feiran's face, and the corners of her lips curved slightly. They all had top-grade spiritual veins, so naturally they were not as attractive as her Holy Lotus Seeds. The next moment, her consciousness moved, and the pure spirit wood lotus seeds exuding rich vitality appeared in front of everyone. "Little Ye Zi, as long as you worship me at Mufeng, in addition to this pure spirit wood lotus seed, there will also be a wood attribute black crystal spirit vein and one million wood attribute spirit flowers and grasses that are more than ten thousand years old, as a meeting gift. you." Everyone: "!!!" Shameless, so shameless! "Mengli, you can't do this, you're so unkind!" Mo Yinnan, the leader of the Thunder Peak with a rather irritable personality, couldn't help shouting loudly. Mengli didn't care about the accusing eyes of Master Lei Peak or other peak masters. She looked directly at Ye Feiran who was standing in the center of the hall and said softly, "Little Ye Zi, what do you think?" Not to mention the two following greeting gifts, a pure spirit wood lotus seed is enough to make Ye Feiran's heart flutter. At the same time, Bai Ju also reminded quietly, "Little girl, repairing the past candle will most likely require eighth-grade holy lotus seeds, and eighth-grade holy lotus seeds are hard to come by, so you must not miss it." In Bai Ju's view, as long as he gets the Pure Spirit Wood Lotus Seeds, it doesn't matter if he has one more master. As long as Ye Feiran returns to the God Realm, as the goddess of the Ye God Realm, it will be easy to resolve the cause and effect with these masters. Hearing Bai Ju's words, Ye Feiran raised his lips and smiled, then bowed respectfully to Mengli, "Disciple, thank you, Master Mu Peak!" Watching Ye Feiran salute and listening to the voice of her apprenticeship, Mengli finally let go of her hanging heart. She couldn't control the smile on her face and said three good words in a row. "Okay, okay!" Immediately afterwards, Mengli directly gave these greeting gifts to Ye Feiran in public. Ye Feiran was slightly startled, with a look of surprise in his eyes. "It's a gift from the elders, and you can't refuse it!" Meng Li said with a smile. "Thank you, Master!" Ye Feiran quickly thanked him. This master's voice fell into Mengli's ears, and she thought it was the sound of nature. Looking at this scene, Wang Zezhi sighed softly in his heart. He was not the first person Ye Feiran chose to become his disciple. However, when this moment actually came, he didn't seem to care much. As long as Ye Feiran would choose to worship him as his teacher, nothing else would be a problem. After figuring this out, Wang Zezhi's originally hanging heart slowly returned to its original state, and then he showed an expression as if he was watching a show. He even wondered whether he should take the opportunity to help Ye Feiran obtain more training resources. In this way, when Ye Feiran finds out, he will definitely be grateful to him as the sword master, and maybe he will have more time to stay at Wangyue Peak to practice. The more Wang Zezhi thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible, and then he secretly prepared to take action. The masters of each peak looked at Mengli, the master of Mu Peak, with envy, and at the same time they understood what they had done. They may not have such rare and rare treasures as Pure Spirit Wood Lotus Seeds on their hands, but with a few more treasures they can catch up to its value! As a result, the masters of the seven peaks, gold, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder and ice, were like competing, bringing out one kind of treasure after another, and the entire meeting hall was like bidding at an auction. Wang Zezhi silently transmitted the message to Ye Feiran, "Aran, there is no need to rush to express your position. This is my intention and the sect leader's intention." Hearing this, Ye Feiran felt surprised and glanced at Ke Duzhong calmly. As expected, Ke Duzhong looked like he was watching a show. When the Lord of the Seven Peaks took out a pile of heavenly materials and earthly treasures and waited for Ye Feiran to make a choice, Ke Duzhong's eyes fell on the other theatergoers in the hall. "what about you?" The other peak masters cursed the old fox in their hearts and silently took out various treasures of heaven and earth. The quantity of these heavenly materials and earthly treasures may be different, but the value is not much different. Bai Ju has also been paying attention to the treasures of heaven and earth they brought out. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, "Why are there no materials to repair the candle of the past?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Senior Bai, just be satisfied if you can meet a pure spirit wood lotus seed!" After everyone in the meeting hall took out the greeting gifts, Ke Duzhong looked at Bai Hanchen. Bai Hanchen put down his tea cup and slowly said, "A black crystal spiritual vein with dark attribute." As for the length, he didn't say it, intending to give Ye Feiran a surprise. Bai Hanchen felt a little regretful when he saw that Ye Feiran's expression had not changed much. "Sect Master, what about you?" As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ke Duzhong in unison. On the one hand, they accused him of coming out to steal disciples from them again. On the other hand, they were also curious about what kind of meeting gift the sect leader would give. Ke Duzhong smiled lightly and was about to take out the meeting gift when an ethereal voice suddenly came into the meeting hall. "I heard that the disciple recruited this time has the attribute of time. Where is she?" Hearing this, Ke Duzhong's expression suddenly froze. It seemed that he had no chance to accept Ye Feiran as his disciple. Others looked gloating. Hahaha... They finally have one less powerful competitor. Soon, a woman in black appeared in the meeting hall. As soon as she appeared, everyone in the meeting hall stood up from their seats and saluted respectfully. Ye Feiran also bowed respectfully. "Ancestor Chu Ci!" Chu Ci, one of the supreme elders of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, possesses the attribute of time, and his cultivation level is half-step to the first level. Chu Ci nodded slightly, then his eyes fell on the outstanding Ye Feiran, and he looked at it carefully. "What a beautiful girl! Are you the new disciple with the attribute of time?" "Yes!" Ye Feiran replied calmly. "What's the purity?" Chu Ci asked again. Ye Feiran: "Ten percent!" "Ten percent?" Chu Ci looked surprised, and then his eyes turned hot when he looked at Ye Feiran. The next moment, she appeared in front of Ye Feiran in a flash, stretched out her hand to take Ye Feiran's hand, and said with a smile, "Then you will practice time attributes with me from now on." "Okay!" Ye Feiran agreed obediently. In fact, she was a little flattered by the Supreme Elder's affectionate attitude. Others in the meeting hall suddenly became anxious. "Ancestor Chu Ci..." Next, everyone talked about Ye Feiran's various talents, not forgetting to express their own thoughts at the end. After hearing this, Chu Ci was also shocked. This kid can do it all! It happens only once in ten thousand years, no, it probably takes more than ten thousand years. She calmed down and then asked softly, "Son, do you plan to develop in an all-round way or choose a few careers that you are good at?" After a pause, she gently patted the back of Ye Feiran's hand again, "Speak out your true thoughts, and the ancestor will make the decision for you."
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. ,,. ,.
