Zang Wu looked at Zang Yi's actions with complicated eyes and sighed helplessly.
But he left anyway.
It's not that he doesn't care about brotherly feelings, it's just that he firmly believes in the feeling. After all, this feeling is not illusory to them cultivators.
Gate of heaven and earth.
Yi Feng lay on the recliner and squinted his eyes leisurely.
He was not sleeping, but was looking at these disciples consciously or unconsciously.
Those who ride bulls ride bulls, those who play in the mud play in the mud...
The more Yi Feng thought about these weird things, the more something felt wrong.
Something is so damn wrong.
It stands to reason that if a normal young man joins a sect, wouldn't he be eager to practice and practice the technique?
So at first, Yi Feng still avoided these disciples.
After all, if these people asked him for skills, he really didn't know what to do. At least he would have to use some words to deceive them.
However, with the fifty leaflets sent out some time ago, the number of disciples has grown to sixty or seventy, and no one has come to ask him for advice on cultivation, and no one has shown the slightest ambition to cultivate.
This shouldn't be the case.
How can anyone who joins a sect be unwilling to practice and spend every day in the library reading novels and comics?
"I see."
Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something, slapped his thigh and sat up suddenly.
These disciples themselves have ordinary qualifications and have never thought that they can practice. They all belong to the kind of characters who just wait to die.
So you came to him just to make ends meet?
Think about it this way.
Yi Feng suddenly felt inseparable.
Good guy.
What a great guy.
These little money brats are really cruel. It turns out that they didn't even think about practicing when they started, they just came here to get their hands on something.
For a moment, even Yi Feng, who had a huge fortune, suddenly felt offended.
"Here comes someone."
Yi Feng immediately shouted.
"Excuse me sir?"
Qing Huanxiang asked respectfully.
"Call all the disciples to me."
Yi Feng ordered with a stern face.
"yes."
Qing Huanlian hurriedly followed the instructions and began to gather all the disciples.
In the library.
Burying Wu was immersed in it like a demon.
Ever since he got his wish and joined the Heaven and Earth Sect, he has been spending all day in this library.
Everything in the library made him feel astonished.
Although he has not yet found his own path, it has also made his cultivation and other aspects improve dramatically.
"Although I haven't found my way yet, I will definitely be able to find what I need in this huge library."
Zang Wu's eyes sparkled.
He was very glad that he had stood firm and joined the Heaven and Earth Sect with the flyer.
Otherwise, how could he be so blessed now?
"Oh, it would be great if the four brothers could be here together."
"Compared to the Gate of Heaven and Earth, the Xianjiang Chaos Monument is nothing. The Dao contained in this Chinese book in my hand is probably not comparable to the Xianjiang Chaos Monument."
At this moment, the voice of Qing Huanxiang Hong Zhong came from outside.
"The sect master has ordered all disciples to go to the Heaven and Earth Hall to meet him."
"The sect master has ordered all disciples to go to the Heaven and Earth Hall to meet him."
When the sound came, everyone in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, even if they were still addicted to it, stood up one after another. The vegetable growers outside also put down their hoes, and the bull riders also jumped off the green bull...
Fang Wu's eyes also lit up.
He had only met his master once when he was apprenticed to him that day, and that meeting shocked him so much that he was finally lucky enough to see him again today.
Soon.
All the disciples gathered in the square in front of the Heaven and Earth Hall.
Everyone was respectful and waiting for Yi Feng's instructions.
"How have you been practicing recently?"
Yi Feng stood up, looked around everyone, and asked in a deep voice.
No one answered.
Yi Feng frowned.
Although he never imagined what these people could accomplish, he didn't fool anyone who came in and lay down their basic skills.
Looking at this group of people, no one seemed to take his words to heart.
"Who are you?"
Yi Feng pointed at a disciple at random and shouted: "Use your strongest strength and show me a chop."
"It's Master."
The thirty-eighth-ranked disciple came out respectfully, raised the long sword in his hand, shouted loudly, and slashed in front of him.
"call!"
There was a slight sound of wind in the space.
Upon seeing this, many fellow apprentices nodded.
This knife.
Very good.
If there is a hint of wind in the space on the island, it seems that this thirty-eight is indeed the king of swords.
But Yifeng remained calm and did not speak. Instead, he pointed at another person and shouted: "Come out and hit this wooden mannequin in a circle."
"Yes, Master."
The twenty-ninth ranked disciple walked out again, showing a serious expression, and drove out the wooden mannequin next to him.
The wooden mannequin was rotating slowly, but this disciple was already sweating profusely and looked extremely strenuous.
See the situation.
There was a fiery color in Zang Wu's eyes.
I was secretly surprised that this twenty-ninth senior brother was really powerful.
The wooden dummy in front of you is at least a top-notch immortal weapon. It contains the power of the great avenue and can feedback the power of a strike.
Anyway, if you let him fight, it would be nice to be able to rotate a bit.
"another."
Yi Feng remained expressionless and called for the next try.
However.
Next.
Next one.
Seven or eight more were changed in a row, almost the same as the previous twenty-nine.
Yi Feng, whose face was gloomy and ready to cry, finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed viciously: "Trash, a bunch of trash, complete trash."
Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads in shame, not daring to show any rebuttal.
Well?
Is this also waste?
The newcomer Fang Wu was a little puzzled.
These brothers and sisters are obviously very strong, so why would Master still call them useless?
But the next moment.
He finally knew.
The furious Yi Feng kicked the wooden dummy. The wooden dummy spun rapidly and then fell to the ground...
Fallen apart.
Ga!
I was so shocked that I felt like my scalp was going to explode.
Unexpectedly, the first time I saw the master's power would be like this.
The wooden dummy that they couldn't hit, at least the existence of top-level immortal weapons, fell apart after the master gave it a light kick?
No wonder.
Senior brothers and sisters are so strong, but they are still useless in the eyes of Master.
It seems.
I have to work hard.
Otherwise, you won’t even be considered trash!
Looking at this group of disciples with their heads lowered, Yi Feng felt even more angry.
Not a single bloody one.
As long as you are a bit bloody, you will not refute him when he calls him a piece of trash?
But now he bows his head and accepts it silently.
What does this mean?
This shows that these disciples have reached a certain level of sitting around and waiting to die, and have lost any fighting spirit.
To put it bluntly today, he specially summoned this group of people to test.
And the tests confirmed his idea.
These guys are just here to make a living, and they don’t even have a single disciple who has the heart to be a strong person.
In Yi Feng's eyes, these disciples were displeased.
I originally thought that when I could practice, I would teach them each one and a half moves, so that their hopes would not be in vain.
Now it seems that it is a piece of cake.
When a hundred people arrive, they will dispatch this group of trash.