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No one thought that Ye Feng would defeat the Thousand Faces Demon in this way.

Before the start of the war, the Thousand Faces Demon Lord had a series of poems, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and everyone believed that his strength was terrible.

In contrast, Ye Feng is too low-key and has a high probability of losing.

But who knows, the Thousand Faces Demon Lord said the most sassy words, was hit the most, and finally was blown to the ground with a punch by Ye Feng.

"I can feel that Ye Zhangmen's fist strength has doubled just now, what's the matter?" The deputy city master frowned.

"Could it be that the head of Ye received more heroic power blessings, so the strength has been raised to the level of the second level of the Juyuan Realm?" Lu Shanyue grabbed his beard and speculated in this regard.

"The head is mighty!" The tight heart of the disciple of the ethereal faction finally loosened, and Long Tianxing also jumped off Shi Lei and patted his chest.

Compared with the disciples of the ethereal school, Wu De and Li Hanxiao who were lying on the tree watching the battle were dumbfounded.

"The Thousand Faced Demon Lord was actually defeated?"

"It's impossible!"

The two are always unbelievable.

That is the Sect Master of Nanlu Demon Sect!

When the two watched the battle, they witnessed the weird methods of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord. His strength was indeed strong, fighting alone, and he could definitely crush the three masters of the Nishang Palace, the Overlord Sect and the Feiyumen.

But as a result, the Thousand Faced Demon Lord lost!

on the ground.

The corners of Thousand Faces Demon's mouth kept twitching, and blood was overflowing. The whole person appeared "big" and plunged into the mud, his mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

"How could I lose?" The Thousand Faces Demon's mind was already filled with this thought.

Ye Feng fell to the ground: "Thousand Faced Demon Lord, you are defeated!"

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Even if the Thousand Faced Demon Lord does not admit it, it is already clear who wins and who loses in this battle, and it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not.

"you are vicious!"

The Thousand Faces Demon Lord held back for a long time, but in the end he didn't shout out the words "No, I didn't lose", but crawled out of the mud and pointed at Ye Feng and spit out these three words.

Then, the Thousand Faces Demon ran away dingy.

Wow!

The audience suddenly boiled.

Ye Feng won!

Although I don't know why Ye Feng was able to calculate the position of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord and began to fight back, many people who eat melons value the result more.

Zongmen prestige value +457

Zongmen prestige value +632

In a short period of time, the reputation value of the Misty faction has soared from more than 3,000 to 7,000, and it is still rising.

Ye Feng had never felt this kind of happiness.

More than 200,000 people watched the game tonight.

In Ye Feng's view, even if only one-twentieth of the people who eat melons recognize the Misty faction, the sect's prestige value can exceed 10,000.

"Wait for the spirit beast pavilion to be promoted to the third rank, then go to suppress the Thousand Faces Demon Lord, and see if it can be conquered into the ninth mountain guard spirit beast."

Looking at the direction where Thousand Faced Demon Lord was leaving, Ye Feng secretly said.

If successful, the first two tasks of the second phase of the master's mission will be basically completed.

not far away.

Long Qitian knelt on the ground, his fingers sinking into the mud like hooks, his eyes flashing constantly.

"Why is Ye Feng so strong!"

"Even the devil is defeated, I am not reconciled!"

"I want to build a star power, but why is it always backfired?"

Long Qitian slammed his head against the ground and burst into tears.

Standing behind him, Long Zhenchuan patted Long Qitian's back with his hands, and said earnestly, "My son! Sometimes, if one road fails, you can choose another. Tianxing is right. You should change your wrongs. On the right path."

After all, Long Zhenchuan sighed.

Long Qitian raised his head and looked at his father's slightly pale sideburns.

Thinking of his father's kind face when he was young, those eyes that had high hopes for him, and looking at his current **** appearance, Long Qitian's eye circles were even redder, and he cried thinly.

"Father, I was wrong!"

In the end, Long Qitian threw himself into Long Zhenchuan's arms and cried loudly.

"Knowing your mistake can improve Mo Dayan. You will leave Baifu City early tomorrow morning and go to one of your father's old friends to practice well." Long Zhenchuan patted Long Qitian on the shoulder and said.

Dozens of meters away.

Ye Feng was surrounded by disciples of the Mysterious School and many cultivators, with countless congratulations in his ears.

"Ding, the personal mission of the named disciple Long Tianxing has been completed, and he can be promoted to an outer disciple."

The system's prompt sounded, which caught Ye Feng's attention. He looked into the distance in surprise and found Long Qitian who was crying in Long Zhenchuan's arms. Only then did he realize that this kid had really regretted it.

Although I don't know if it will be blackened again in the future, at least, Long Qitian has repented now.

"After all, it's just a sixteen-year-old boy!" Ye Feng sighed.

Before long, Long Zhenchuan took Long Qitian away, and most of the people eating melons also picked up small benches and rushed home.

Tonight's battle opened their eyes and can blow for many days.

In particular, the ever-changing methods of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord are even more impressive.

However, most people still think that Ye Feng is stronger. After all, he can see through the concealment methods of the Thousand Faces Demon Lord and win the final victory.

"Ye Sect, can my three sons join your pie?"

"I have a nephew, and I want to join the Misty faction too!"

"Although I am fifty years old, I think I can!"

Many people are yelling, hoping that they or their relatives and friends can be appreciated by Ye Feng and join the ethereal faction.

"Under the Misty Peak, there is a stone stele erected by the master himself, on which the conditions for accepting disciples are written. If you are interested, you can take the time to check it out."

After speaking, Ye Feng arched his hands towards everyone, jumped on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, and led the disciples away.

"Tomorrow, we must go to Miao Miao Peak!"

"Remember to call me!"

The crowd dispersed, and they all went home to sleep.

During this period, the reputation value of the Misty faction continued to skyrocket, and it had already broken through nine thousand and moved towards ten thousand.

The city wall.

The deputy city lord and other five Juyuan Realm looked at the Misty Peak.

Lu Shanyue said: "The strength of the head of Ye has improved very quickly. He is indeed the son of the Chosen. After this battle, he has gathered a lot of people's hearts, and the power of the heroic spirit will increase."

The head of the Tyrant Sword School said solemnly: "So, when we meet again next time, he should be the second strongest in Baifu City~www.mtlnovel.com~ It is very likely." Lu Shanyue nodded.

"Is this the chosen son of heaven? I can't envy you!" Feiyumen shook his head helplessly. He practiced hard for many years, but in the end he couldn't keep up with a young man in his early twenties.

"It's just a pity that the Chosen Son has no cultivation base. Although he can survive all illnesses, if he can't embark on the path of cultivation, his life will not be much, he will rise quickly and end soon... alas!" Lu Shanyue sighed.

The top of the misty peak.

The disciples gathered around the table and ate the supper that Li Jiaojiao had just made, with smiles all over their faces.

Ye Feng watched the disciples look happy, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, went out, looked at the flat-headed brother who was still lying on the ground, and found that it really broke through to the inferior demon general, but it hadn't woken up yet.

After eating supper, all the disciples were busy with their own things.

Ye Feng sat on the roof alone, watching the bright moon in the sky, waiting quietly.

"Ding, congratulations to the sect's prestige value breaking through ten thousand, unlocking the third stage of the spirit beast pavilion. The first stage of the mission of the head of the second phase, "Ten Thousands of Admiration" has been completed, and a special small gift package 1 has been obtained, which has been distributed to the storage space of the sect ."

The system prompt sounds.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, trying to control himself not to laugh, but in the end he couldn't help but laughed three times, alarming everyone in the ethereal faction.

"Head, what's wrong with you?" Yan Ruyu raised his head and waved his little hand towards Ye Feng on the roof.

"Ahem, I'm so happy today. Leave me alone and keep sleeping." Ye Feng waved his hand.

When the disciples all returned to their room, Ye Feng eagerly opened the special gift package.

"Ding, get a middle-grade spiritual tool'Small Banana Fan'."

A flash of light flashed, and Ye Feng's palm was lying on a simple and simple fan, only three inches long.