Thinking of this, Yue Feng took out his phone and dialed Ji Yun.
"Teacher Ji, I'm awake. The right to deal with the Lion King is not given to Zhou Qin, right?" Yue Feng said quickly.
On the other side of the phone, when Ji Yun heard his voice, her delicate body trembled. She was surprised and happy: "Are you awake?"
Ji Yun on the other side of the phone stretched out her jade hand and gently touched her heart: "That's great. You're fine. The teacher is relieved."
When he said this, Ji Yun was very confused. His condition could only be cured by the Nine Turns of Returning Yang Pill.
Did his family find this rare elixir?
Isn't this awesome?
Ji Yun was shocked when she heard Yue Feng slowly speak: "Teacher Ji, please contact the principal and tell him that since I am the number one in the ring, should he fulfill his promise?"
"Don't worry." Ji Yun nodded repeatedly: "I will contact the principal later. The principal and other masters from other sects are still in the academy. I will inform them right away."
Snap.
After saying this, Ji Yun couldn't wait to hang up the phone.
....
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
The Liu family villa is very lively!
There were more than a dozen luxury cars parked at the entrance of the villa, and hundreds of people gathered inside the villa.
Most of these hundreds of people were elite disciples of the six major sects, as well as some martial arts practitioners, and even some people with prominent backgrounds. When they heard that Yue Feng was awake, they all came to visit.
After all, the performance of this young man at the Lion Slaying Conference was really shocking! People in the world were full of curiosity about Yue Feng. He was stabbed in the lower Dantian with a sword, but he was still alive?
Seeing the luxury cars parked at the entrance of the villa, the surrounding residents came forward to watch.
"Look, none of these cars are worth less than one million..."
"I saw just now that the people who got off these cars were all famous masters of the six major sects. They were all gods-like figures. They came here to visit together..."
"Let me go, who are they visiting... There is such a big shot in our community..."
At this time, in the bedroom of the villa.
Yue Feng sat comfortably on the bed. On the table next to him, there were many snacks and a peeled apple. Liu Xuan sat beside the bed and took care of them diligently.
This scene makes many people envious.
Many people came to the bedroom, including principal Ye Yun, various senior officials of the six major sects, as well as heads of other small sects, heads of hidden large families, etc.
Principal Ye Yun looked in amazement and said to Yue Feng with a smile: "Haha, I knew that nothing would happen to you, a student with a good fortune."
Yue Feng nodded humbly: "The principal is so kind. Yue Feng is very grateful that the principal and seniors can come together to visit. I should have gotten out of bed and saluted, but..."
Yue Feng smiled bitterly. He was seriously injured. Now it is difficult to lift his arms. He cannot even get out of bed.
Ye Yun waved his hand and smiled: "Okay, everyone knows that your injury has not recovered yet, so these false courtesy will be dispensed with."
After the words fell, other people around him also smiled and nodded. He is so young and has such high strength. When facing his elders, he is neither arrogant nor arrogant and yet so humble. What a rare talent!
At this moment, Master Lingbao of the Wudang Sect looked at Yue Feng eagerly and said, "Yue Feng, I want to accept you as my disciple, what do you think?"
What?
Master Lingbao wants to accept him as his disciple?
You must know that Master Lingbao is the deputy leader of the Wudang Sect, and his status and reputation in the world are higher than that of the principal Ye Yun.
Once you become his disciple, your future realm will be limitless.
"This..." Yue Feng scratched his head.
To be honest, it is indeed tempting to be the disciple of Master Lingbao. But... I still have two identities. One is the master of the Hall of Eternal Life, and the other is the Lord Tongtian of the Tongtian Sect.
If he joins the Wu-Tang Clan again, his identity will be too confusing.
Seeing his hesitation, Master Lingbao thought that Yue Feng was still in shock, so he looked at him with a smile without urging him.
"What's so good about being a Wudang disciple?"
At this moment, a thirty-four-year-old beautiful woman walked out next to her. She was Gongsun E of the Xiaoyao sect.
Gongsun'e is the head of the Xiaoyao Sect. Like the head of the Emei Sect, although she is a female, she is extremely powerful and has a high reputation in the world and cannot be underestimated.
"Master Gongsun, what are you doing? Stealing your apprentice." Master Lingbao said displeasedly.
Gongsun'e ignored him, looked at Yue Feng with a smile and said: "Yue Feng, I will accept you as my direct disciple. When the time comes, I will teach you the secrets of Xiaoyao Sect. In less than two years, you will become a rising figure in the world.
A new star."
This kind of talent cannot be snatched away by the Wu-Tang Clan.
Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, and secretly swallowed his saliva.
Before he could recover, another tall monk walked out of the crowd, wearing a scarlet cassock. His whole body exuded a solemn and impressive aura.
It is none other than Master Jueyuan of the Shaolin School.
Master Jue Yuan clasped his hands together, nodded towards Yue Feng, and said with a serious face: "The Xiaoyao sect's techniques are too light and not suitable for your practice. Why don't you join me in Shaolin, and I will teach you Shaolin's unique skills."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice: "Yue Feng, come to my Kunlun sect..."
"Don't listen to them. My Tianshan Sect's exercises are the most suitable for you."
"Although our Sanyang sect is a small sect, we still have powerful martial arts for you to learn..."
In an instant, all the experts, with every word they said to each other, extended an olive branch to Yue Feng. If Yue Feng hadn't been weak, they might have started robbing people one by one.
