Chapter 26 Apprenticeship to the Peak Master of Juejian Peak
(Second update)
Eyes fell on Chen Feng.
Chen Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and calmed his mind.
As one of the true disciples, Ye Yunqi was fought over by the Twelve Peaks. As a true disciple himself, he should be no less good.
"True disciple Chen Feng, do you possess supernatural powers?" the figure from Tianlan Peak asked.
"No." Chen Feng answered truthfully.
As for the God of Creation, that is top secret.
"In this case, I, Tianlan Peak, give up." Tianlan Peak said without hesitation.
Each peak selects disciples from high to low.
Among the disciples present, there are two true disciples. Naturally, the selection starts with the true disciples first, and then the core disciples.
"I, Hanhaifeng, give up." Hanhaifeng's figure also said.
Representatives on each peak expressed their resignation one after another. Chen Feng's body shook as if struck by lightning, and his face turned pale.
Ye Yunqi showed a gloating smile.
"Now you understand, if an ordinary person with no supernatural powers is lucky enough to become a disciple of the true disciple, what will happen?"
Ye Yunqi's voice reached Chen Feng's ears, like a sharp knife stabbing him hard.
"The absence of supernatural powers means that the potential is limited. Even if you cultivate it with all your heart, it will be difficult to compete with the geniuses in the future. I, Xuanyuanfeng, give up." One of the figures who had not spoken just now sighed slightly.
Representatives from one mountain peak after another expressed their abandonment, and Chen Feng's face became increasingly pale.
"It's a pity that if you can choose one more person, I, Qingye Peak, may not be able to give you a spot."
"True disciple Chen Feng, if we, Deadwood Peak, fail to select a disciple in the end, I will give you a chance to join the peak." The representative of Deadwood Peak said immediately, his tone was casual and seemed to have a hint of charity.
Chen Feng's heart suffocated, and unspeakable anger grew deep in his heart.
Alms?
I do not need!
In the end, no one at Seventy-One Peak chose Chen Feng.
"True disciple Chen Feng, it seems that you can only stay in the disciple hall with me." The burly old man shook his head slightly, said to Chen Feng with regret, and then encouraged: "However, as long as you are capable, you may not be unable to become a strong man in the future.
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Having said that, the burly old man actually didn't think highly of Chen Feng either.
The absence of miracles means that nine out of ten it will be lost to the public.
"Thank you, Master." Chen Feng looked resolute and bowed slightly to the burly old man.
Next, is the selection of the sixty-eight core disciples. Tiancang Peak has selected Ye Yunqi and will withdraw from the competition.
After a period of time, the sixty-eight core disciples also had their own affiliations, and only Chen Feng remained.
"So what if you beat the drum four times?" "What if you are a true disciple?"
The core disciples looked at Chen Feng with eyes filled with pity and disdain.
The burly old man, the master of the disciple hall, couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Nature plays tricks on people.
At the same time, a bright silver-white sword light seemed to fly from the sky, as fast as lightning and an aurora, arriving in an instant.
"Chen Feng, my name is Wang Yuandao. If you wish to become my master, step on this sword."
A voice that seemed to have an arrogant charm sounded from the sword light, and the brilliant silver-white sword light suddenly stopped at Chen Feng's feet.
Chen Feng keenly noticed that the divine light on the figures on the Seventy-One Peak fluctuated one after another, and the face of the burly old man, the master of the disciple hall, also showed surprise and surprise.
In just a short breath, Chen Feng made a decision.
He took one step forward and stood on the shining silver-white sword light. The sword light immediately rose into the sky.
Chen Feng's scalp was numb and he almost screamed. Fortunately, the sword light seemed to have a suction force that firmly held his body in place, otherwise he would have fallen in the air.
"I didn't expect it to be him..." The burly old man watched Chen Feng being driven away by the sword, and murmured to himself: "But it's better than staying in my disciple hall and hanging around."
"Great uncle, that's..." Ye Yunqi's expression changed.
I was originally gloating over the misfortune and feeling extremely happy, but I didn't expect that there would be people willing to accept Chen Feng.
"Wang Yuandao is the master of Juejian Peak." The people from Tiancang Peak suddenly whispered.
"Peak Master!" Ye Yunqi's expression changed drastically.
Anyone who is not a fool can understand what it means to be the Lord of a Peak.
Isn't it better to be accepted as a disciple by the master of a peak than to be accepted as a disciple by the elder of a peak?
Thinking of this, Ye Yunqi's face turned pale.
He could no longer ignore Chen Feng.
"Although Juejian Peak ranks among the seventy-two peaks, it is at the bottom of the thirty-six lower peaks."
"Yes, Juejian Peak has declined. Now there are no disciples. There is only one peak master and his old servant. Even the peak master has not long left."
"Being a disciple of Juejian Peak is no different from cutting off the path ahead."
You said something to me, and it became clear immediately. Ye Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief.
A group of core disciples were also relieved.
"What a pity..." Jin Hongdang couldn't help but secretly regret that he had already regarded Chen Feng as a friend after many contacts on the giant sky survey ship.
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The brilliant silver-white sword light drove across the long sky, speeding past as fast as lightning.
Chen Feng truly experienced what it means to be so fast. Compared with the speed at which he exploded with all his strength, he was ashamed to death.
The surrounding scenery flickered and was extremely blurry.
Just when Chen Feng felt like he was about to get dizzy, the sword light suddenly penetrated a thick cloud and mist and reached a mountain peak.
The sword light landed and paused. Chen Feng felt that his head was dizzy and he could not distinguish between east, west, north and south.
"Old servant Yang Tao has met the young master." An old but energetic voice came into his ears. Chen Feng quickly woke up and took a closer look. He saw a kind-faced old man in gray clothes looking at him with a smile a few meters away.
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For a moment, Chen Feng felt as if his brain was slow and he didn't know how to respond.
"Young master, follow me." The old man said with a smile, turned around and walked away. Chen Feng followed him dizzy, his eyes swept over and he looked around a little.
I saw bamboo buildings standing in the distance, but they seemed to be empty and deserted.
"It was the residence of the master's followers and the elders and disciples of this peak." As if aware of Chen Feng's gaze, the old man explained casually: "But now, the building is empty."
"Why did you leave?" Chen Feng asked subconsciously.
"You will know later." The old man responded with a smile.
Not long after, under the leadership of the old man, Chen Feng arrived at a cliff. The cliff was like a leaf hanging out in the air, as if it was about to fly up, and outside was an endless sea of clouds.
"Master, Chen Feng is here." The old man bowed.
Only then did Chen Feng realize that there was a figure standing on the cliff, facing the sea of clouds and with his back to the bamboo tower, wearing a white shirt.
Just now, he felt absolutely nothing, as if he didn't exist. But when he came back to his senses and noticed the figure from behind, Chen Feng couldn't help but change his face, his pupils shrank, and he felt an uncontrollable shock in his heart.
It was as if the white-clothed figure was infinitely tall, like a giant sword standing on the ground pointing at the sky and cutting through the clouds. It was majestic and boundless, and an indescribable sharpness tore through the sky and the earth, as if it could split mountains and seas.
The next breath, the figure in white clothes turned around, and Chen Feng only saw a pair of blazing eyes, with a bright light that penetrated everything.
Involuntarily, my whole body tensed up, as if I could see through everything.
"My name is Wang Yuandao, the master of Juejian Peak. Are you willing to worship me as your master?" If the voice of the man in white came from Jiutian, it would be powerful and sharp.
"Disciple Chen Feng pays homage to Master."
Chen Feng quickly came to his senses and immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times.
"Get up." Wang Yuandao's voice came, and Chen Feng stood up, only to see clearly the appearance of the man in white.
He had long hair and white temples. He looked about forty years old, but his face was extremely handsome and graceful. However, for some reason, Chen Feng felt that he seemed to be old and sluggish.
"You have become my disciple, and you are now my disciple, Wang Yuandao." A faint smile appeared on Wang Yuandao's lips: "Since then, you have been practicing at Juejian Peak."
"Yes, Master." Chen Feng responded immediately.
"You must have many questions in your mind. Let me tell you now and I will answer them for you." Wang Yuandao smiled and said, "Then you will start practicing."