"This is... the origin of kendo?"

When everyone looked at the golden origin of Ye Feng's palm, they could all feel the incomparably pure sword intent from it, and the soul had a strong sense of tearing, as if to be split by this sword intent.

"It was recognized by you."

Ye Feng whispered.

He smashed the origin of kendo at random, absorbed it into his body, and soon discovered that there was a sharp sword intent on his body.

At first glance, he looks like an unsheathed peerless sword that can easily cut through the sky.

But soon, this sword intent faded like a tide.

Ye Feng regained his approachable appearance, as if he had no cultivation base, like an ordinary person.

"It's worthy of being the head, the only way to hide the breath, it's us, we can't sense any breath anymore."

Sword Ancestor Qingshan exclaimed.

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

"Since today, you are the elder brother of three generations of disciples, and above you, there are second and one generation disciples."

"At first, the headmaster planned to reward you with the origin of kendo, but you have no chance with it, so you can only give it up."

Hearing that, Han Yonghui was very excited, and then he was disappointed.

"What a pity!"

"That's the origin of kendo!"

"If Senior Brother Han can get the roots of kendo, he can definitely become a supreme swordsman in the future, right?"

The other Tianjiao disciples of Qingshu Jianzong talked.

Ye Feng glanced at them and said:

"Even without the roots of kendo, Han Yonghui can become a supreme swordsman, but if you want to become a supreme swordsman, you can't just rely on playing tricks. You have to practice steadily, understand?"

"The disciples understand!" The disciples of the Qingshu Sword Sect nodded and said yes.

Seeing Han Yonghui and other disciples who were beaten by Ye Feng just after entering the sect, Qingshan Jianzu secretly nodded.

Among the eighteen ancient tribes, Han Yonghui is considered the most talented junior, and he is also very proud.

And now, there will be thousands of disciples of the Eighteen Ancient Clan entering the Misty Sect. If they sit in Guantian and look down on the tianjiao of the outside world, it will be a bad thing.

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

"Okay, next one."

Ye Feng held the brush and waved his hand to signal the second disciple to report personal information.

An hour later.

The information of these dozens of disciples has been entered into the sect roster, and Ye Feng has also received the blessing of the physical power equivalent to the fifth level of the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Head, everyone else is here."

Eighteen masters of the ancient tribe, including the Qingshan Sword Ancestor, the Sovereign of the Shadow Demon Sect, and the leader of the Blood Lotus Sect, used the time just now to bring all the eligible disciples in the cave world to this place.

Looking at the crowds of arrogance in the growing line, Ye Feng smiled.

At ten times the flow rate, Ye Feng's registration speed is very fast.

He didn't say a word and recorded it carefully.

One day later.

Ye Feng finally stopped writing.

[Number of disciples in three generations: 399910000]

Today, nearly 4,000 disciples have been recruited, making Ye Feng feel that his physical strength has increased by at least one level of the pinnacle of the Divine Origin Realm.

Although it does not seem to be many, the disciples are all potential stocks.

When they enter the cultivation tower, the gathering tower and other places with ten times the speed, they will rely on the baptism of the heaven and earth baptism brought by the promotion of the spirit veins, and the cultivation base will definitely skyrocket.

At that time, the physical strength will surely increase sharply.

"Elder Gong, Elder Wang, 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 Yun'er came out, Han Yonghui and other disciples followed them slowly through the temple gate, and set foot on the fertile soil of the Chinese mainland for the first time.

"Is this the mainland of China?"

"Look, there is a big old tree here!"

Nearly 4,000 third-generation disciples, including Han Yonghui, came to the top of Miao Miao Peak and saw the concentrating ancestor tree soaring into the clouds, with a shocked expression on their faces.

"This is the concentrating ancestor tree. The cultivation base is no less than the eighteen elders including Qingshan Jianzu."

Gong Qingqiu took the initiative to introduce.

"Isn't that the Emperor Poxu?"

The three generations of disciples became more shocked.

"In addition to the concentrating ancestor tree, there are thousand-year-old ancient pine in the sect. These two are the guardian elders. In addition, there is Senior Ao Chuan, a mountain guardian beast in the Void Realm..."

Gong Qingqiu continued to introduce.

The three generations of disciples listened to the related deeds of the Misty Sect, learned of the development of the sect, and also learned of the deeds of Ye Feng's angrily killing the top emperor, and their admiration for him was like a torrent of rivers.

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Ye Feng was calm when listening to the prompt tone.

Since he defeated Laughing Cangtian, Angered Golden Dragon Elder and Taijin Prophet, there have been more and more followers of the Misty Sect.

The power of daily faith starts with ten million.

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

"Qingshan Jianzu, except for the younger generation's disciples, the older generations, can no one touch the purple golden bell of fate?"

Ye Feng asked curiously.

In the mission of the sixth stage of the head, only mentioned that he needs to recruit 10,000 three-generation disciples, but it does not mean that he only recruits disciples.

If they meet the conditions, even if they are older, they can also be recruited as a deacon in the ethereal sect.

Although the growth potential of the older generations is not as good as that of the young generations, they can bring a huge increase in an instant.

"Given the head, we didn't test their fate." Qingshan Jianzu scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

"Quickly test!"

"Yes!"

Qingshan Jianzu and other eighteen elders hurriedly took the purple and golden bells of fate and entered their cave worlds to test the elders of the eighteen ancient tribes.

All those that meet the conditions are taken away.

Half a day later.

Ye Feng put down the brush again.

Looking at the hundreds of elder practitioners standing in front of him, Ye Feng's face was filled with relief.

These hundreds of people are from the eighteen ancient tribes.

Among them, there are dozens of them!

Although the number may seem scary, on average, each ancient tribe has only two or three.

The remaining hundreds of people are all in the Divine Origin Realm.

These people are all eligible for admission.

As Ye Feng recorded their information in the roster, and stamped the master seal, the majestic selike physical power surged and filled his body.

"These elder characters have almost added a heavenly emperor-level physical power to me, so cool, so cool!"

Ye Feng's heart was shaken.

Now, his pure physical strength has reached twice the Emperor of Heaven, and he can suppress Xiao Cangtian with his gestures.

"The head seems very happy."

Looking at the smile on Ye Feng's face, Qingshan Jianzu and others were all whispering, and they were in a good mood.

Ye Feng put away the roster, with his hands on his back, looked at the hundreds of senior figures, and said:

"You and others have a good cultivation base, and those in the Divine Origin Realm can become the elders of the Misty Sect, and those who break the Void Realm can become the elders of the Supreme Supreme."

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

"But if necessary, you have to leave here and go to the sect to complete their respective tasks."

"do you understand?"

Ye Feng's voice was loud, like thunder, shocking the soul.

"Subordinates understand." Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, return to Zong!" Ye Feng waved his hand and walked in the forefront. Qingshan Jianzu and others followed.

Hundreds of newly recruited senior figures glanced at each other, and they all developed a strong curiosity about the ethereal sect, and they all followed, ready to take a look at the outside world.

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Xiao Cangtian is fusing the blood of the ancient dragon and the power of ancient heroic spirits.

This time, the two did not merge for a short time, but truly merged together, becoming a golden dragon phantom, no longer distinguishing each other.

During this period, the thunder sounded endlessly.

Bai Ji and the quasi-sage guardian on the side looked solemn.

Rumbling...

Suddenly, above the sky, a terrible thunder sounded.

"The fusion is successful!"

Bai Ji suddenly screamed.

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