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"Ah! Really?" Ye Feng leaned back tactically.

"It's true!"

The old city owner held Ye Feng's hands, his old face was full of vicissitudes and hopes, "Today's Baifu City, only Ye Zhangmen, who is the chosen son of heaven, is qualified to sit as the city owner."

"No, I'm not suitable for being the city lord." Ye Feng shook his head like a rattle when he thought of the countless troubles he would face after becoming the city lord.

"Does Ye Master find it troublesome? If so, just put a name on it, and the old man can retreat to the position of deputy city lord and manage the city for you." The old city lord was a little anxious.

In case Ye Feng was really unwilling, the Baifu City that was finally built would be divided by other star powers even if it was not taken back by the Imperial City.

When the deputy city lord heard that the old city was mainly responsible for the whole city, his expression became weird.

Over the years, the old city lord has spent 90% of his time in retreat, and his deputy city manager is in charge of all matters in the city. If the old city lord is really in charge, I am afraid it will make a mess.

Ye Feng sat on the stone bench and thought for a long time before asking, "What's the disadvantage of being a city lord?"

"There is no harm, only good!" The old city lord turned on the flicker mode, "Think about Ye Zhangmen, once you become the lord of the city, within a radius of two to three hundred miles, you are the sky, the mountains, and the beauty, not everything you should have. ?"

Ye Feng was a little moved, but still waved his hands again and again: "No, I'm not that kind of person!"

Being the Lord of Shangcheng seems to be very beautiful, but Ye Feng doesn't understand the doors and ways of it, so he still has to be careful so as not to fold in the ethereal sect that he has finally built.

"Otherwise, Ye Zhangmen will serve as the Supreme Elder of the City Lord's Mansion." The deputy city lord is more familiar with city management and immediately suggested, "The Star Zongmen will only conduct an audit every ten years. At that time, Ye Zhangmen will reveal Just show your hands and feet a little bit."

"A review once every ten years?" Ye Feng touched his chin, feeling as if it was okay.

"The last review of Baifu City was nine years ago, and the next review will be conducted as early as next spring." Lu Shanyue reminded him with a cough.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng curled his lips.

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance that the oil and salt were not invading, and the water and fire were not invading, the deputy city lord and the city lord were a little anxious.

"I've always had a question!" Ye Feng suddenly stretched out a finger, interrupting the old city lord who was about to speak, "What if I build the Misty Sect into a one-star sect before the beginning of the spring next year?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

Just listen to the city lord's words: Each one-star sect can govern up to a territory within a radius of three hundred miles. If the Misty Sect is really promoted to a one-star, then the White Floating City that loses the qualifications of the star sect will naturally become A subsidiary city of the Misty faction."

"Is that so?" Ye Feng's eyes lit up and he had an idea. "Before the beginning of the spring next year, my head will try his best to promote the ethereal sect to the star sect."

"What if you can't?" The deputy city master frowned.

Ye Feng stood up, carrying his hands on his back, and looking into the distance: "If not, then please call me Lord City Lord!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Feng had already skyrocketed and flew towards the Misty Peak.

Six people, including Old City Lord, Deputy City Lord, and Lu Shanyue, sat at the stone table, and Ye Feng's words "Please call me Lord City Lord" echoed in their minds, which always felt a bit funny.

Mid-air.

Ye Feng's thoughts were flying.

In fact, he really wanted to become the City Lord of White Floating City, but for the moment, building the Misty Sect was the most important thing. When the Misty Sect was promoted to the star sect, it would be more secure to directly turn the White Floating City into a subsidiary city.

As the saying goes, people's hearts are separated by their belly, Ye Feng can't believe the Old City Lord too much.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng speeds up his flight.

He didn't know that in the marginal area of Baifu City below, there was a family that specialized in raising pigs.

At the moment, in the pigpen.

A sturdy teenager took a wooden scoop and poured food for a dozen pigs in the pigpen.

The young man didn't know that a black smoke had come behind him, revealing the cold face of the Dementor.

"What a sturdy body! It seems that there is still a good foundation. After the house is seized, the real person will definitely be able to make a comeback... Although I am only a ray of remnant soul now, the young man who seized the house should be more than enough."

Thinking of this, the remnant soul of the dementor slammed into the young man.

Gululu!

The pigs in the pigpen seemed to perceive some danger, bumping around, the young man staggered, and the wooden scoop in his hand slipped out, just hitting the remnant soul of the dementor, hitting him on the ground and being hit by a piglet. Zai inhaled.

"Slot! The old man actually took a pig?"

The Dementor opened his eyes and looked at the completely different world around him, with the urge to smash his head to death.

Gululu!

The little piglet transformed by the dementor kept hitting the young man's foot, venting his anger.

"Little Pig, what's wrong with you, are you not full?" The young man grabbed the piglet, flicked his nose, then picked up the wooden scoop, filled it with a lot of pig food, and was so angry that he was intoxicated. Wailing.

The top of the misty peak.

Ye Feng looked at the disciples who were working hard to cultivate, and was very pleased. He was about to lie down, only to find that Li Jiaojiao was sitting by the Lingquan and fetching water, pouting her mouth, as if she was wronged.

"Jiaojiao, what's the matter?"

Ye Feng approached Li Jiaojiao and asked softly.

Li Jiaojiao quickly got up.

"Hello, Master Master!" After hesitating for a moment, Li Jiaojiao said of her confusion, "I have been thinking about how to make delicious dishes that can improve my cultivation, but I tried many times but failed."

Failure is the mother of success. It's okay to fail a few more times. After all, you can accumulate experience of failure. All you have to do is to stabilize your mind and keep working hard until you succeed. Ye Feng turned into a little expert in chicken soup, and Li Jiaojiao's fighting spirit was raised as soon as he exited it. .

"Well, I will!" Li Jiaojiao nodded.

However, Li Jiaojiao's fighting spirit quickly went down, and the beauty sitting in the pavilion leaned on her chin with her hands on her chin.

"However, I still can't take the first step towards Spirit Kitchen, and I always feel a little anxious ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ can't relax."

Ye Feng thought for a moment, then asked: "Are you homesick?"

"Well, kind of." Li Jiaojiao nodded.

"Then go home and have a look! I heard that you are the only immortal cultivator in the village, pinning the hope of all the people in the village. If you go home and have a look, you should relax. Maybe you can calm your mind and bring inspiration." Ye Feng She patted Li Jiaojiao on the shoulder, with a spring-like smile on her face.

"Really?" Li Jiaojiao was skeptical.

"Can I say something false?" Ye Feng spread his hands and asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I'll go home and have a try. Thank you, Master Master!" Li Jiaojiao jumped up excitedly and threw herself on Ye Feng, so scared that he quickly pulled Li Jiaojiao down.

"Jiaojiao is going home?"

In a blink of an eye, the news spread among the ethereal factions.

The lively and active Long Tianxing was the first to sit still, jumped three feet high, and said excitedly: "Headmaster, I think... Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng immediately covered Long Tianxing's mouth, and said sternly: "No, you don't want to!"

"Head, let me go with Senior Sister Jiaojiao!" Jia Yulan stood up, "I have broken through the eighth peak of Qi refining, and I have encountered a bottleneck. Going for a walk may be useful for breaking through the realm."

"Go!" Ye Feng nodded, "However, I remember Jiaojiao's hometown is a bit far away, so you can go with the iron claw dragon eagle."

"Wow!" The flat-headed brother roared and patted his chest with his paws.

Ye Feng covered his face with his hands, feeling helpless, and said, "Let's go! Brother Flathead also go, but don't fight until the critical moment!"

Hearing this, the flat-headed brother showed a weird smile.

Li Jiaojiao quickly packed her things, picked up the little white fox, jumped on the back of the iron-clawed dragon eagle with Jia Yulan and Brother Flathead, and set off with a look of excitement facing the cool breeze.