The Points Mission Hall is a place set up by the Xuan Clan in Xuansheng City. If you reach 10,000 points, you can exchange them for the badge of a named disciple. If you reach 100,000 points, you can exchange it for the badge of a golden emblem disciple. And the golden emblem disciple has already
Being able to freely enter and leave the Xuan Clan's residence, apart from the fact that there is no formal initiation ceremony, it is no different from a formal disciple.
It's just that points from the Xuan Clan are not easy to obtain. Even those who can get 10,000 points are very few. There are only five Jinhui disciples, and these five people have become celebrities in Xuansheng City.
Half an hour later, Yi Feng had appeared in the mission hall. The mission hall was still bustling and lively. There were many people coming to do the mission. Some of them wanted to become registered disciples, and of course some wanted to challenge the Golden Emblem disciples.
After all, this is a soaring opportunity.
Yi Feng first looked at the points list. There were almost no changes in the characters on the list. Wu Yushuang still ranked first in the points list, with 183,000 points. This was already far ahead of everyone.
Shen Wenxing, who ranked second, only had more than 136,000 points, Lu Xuan, who ranked fifth, had more than 103,000 points, and Ma Boyuan, who ranked 20th on the list, had more than 50,000 points. These people are all with him.
There was an intersection, but Yi Feng knew that Wu Yushuang might not be able to increase his points in the recent period. His sword had already severely damaged him, and it would take at least a few months of training.
Wu Yushuang is a person in the fifth level of psychic realm. He is extremely talented, even as good as the Holy Son of the Holy Land. However, he is stubborn and has framed himself several times. Yi Feng has also used the real fire, and he has not been able to kill him with one sword.
Show mercy.
Of course, even if Wu Yushuang's points don't increase, the chances of others catching up with her in a short time are slim.
Yi Feng has no interest in rankings with more than 100,000 points, as long as he can enter the Xuan Clan's residence.
Yi Feng glanced at the screen in the lobby. Thousands of point tasks were flashing on the crystal screen nearly three feet in size.
There are various tasks, and the reward points vary. Generally, the points for difficult tasks are relatively higher, but these tasks are simply impossible for ordinary people to complete and require a certain amount of strength.
Yi Feng focused on those tasks with tens of thousands of points.
"Enter the Blood Abyss Swamp, kill the Blood Abyss Crocodile King, obtain the Crocodile King Beast Pill, and gain 10,000 points. It is recommended that you reach the level of psychic realm."
"Enter Qianhan Lake, look for thousand-year ice crystals, and gain 10,000 points. It is recommended that you reach the level of psychic realm."
"Enter the Fierce Demon Abyss and kill the fourth-level Fierce Demon. Each Fierce Demon can be exchanged for one thousand points. There is no upper limit. It is recommended to reach the level of psychic realm."
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Almost all tasks with tens of thousands of points have prompts, suggesting the level of the psychic realm. After all, these tasks are not something that ordinary people can complete.
"If I can do two or three more tasks with tens of thousands of points, plus the elixirs and talismans I have, I can reach one hundred thousand points." Yi Feng thought secretly in his heart. With his strength, he can accept these.
Task.
"Yifeng, what mission are you planning to accept?" While Yi Feng was thinking, an elegant and calm voice rang in his ears. Although the voice was calm, Yi Feng could still hear the strange meaning in it.
"Alas..." Yi Feng sighed slightly, turned around and saw a woman in white approaching. She was tall and graceful, with dark jade-like black hair hanging down to her slender waist. She had a ring on her right wrist.
The purple handbell makes a clear tinkling sound.
Although the woman's face was veiled and her true appearance was not revealed, Yi Feng knew that beneath the veil was a peerless appearance.
"Miss Qianying..." Yi Feng looked at the woman with complicated eyes.
Xuan Qianying, the holy son of the Xuan clan, had many interactions with him when he was in Dongzhou, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a life-and-death acquaintance. Yi Feng had saved Xuan Qianying, and the other party had also saved him. Xuan Qianying even wanted to
Yi Feng was extremely grateful for saving himself and having skin-to-skin contact with him, and he also had some complicated emotions towards Xuan Qianying.
In this life of Yi Feng's rebirth, the most important thing to him is family affection. As for other feelings, Yi Feng has not deliberately pursued them.
"Yi Feng, you are indeed not dead!" Xuan Qianying's eyes were covered by a veil, but her eyes were as bright as water and stars, with a complex luster in her eyes, and her plump chest was also rising and falling slightly.
"Miss Qianying, something happened to Yi, so he left without saying goodbye." Yi Feng said slowly, and he couldn't explain this to Xuan Qianying.
Yi Feng's father is the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord. It was his father who trapped Xuan Qianying in the first place, and that's what happened after Yi Feng and Xuan Qianying.
"Yi Feng, just keep you alive. I originally thought you fell into the illusory world of heaven and earth. I..." Xuan Qianying said softly. At the end of the sentence, his voice was already too low to be heard, but Yi Feng still heard it.
The last three words are "I miss you very much".
Yi Feng's body trembled, and something in his heart seemed to be touched. Xuan Qianying expressed his feelings to himself here. It was impossible to say that Yi Feng was indifferent, but could he accept this feeling now?
If Yi Feng wants to obtain the original power of the Nine Holy Lands, it is equivalent to making the entire continent an enemy, and his father is the Saint-Destroying Demon King.
"Huh..." Yi Feng took a breath, his face became dull, "Miss Qianying, what did you say?"
Xuan Qianying lowered her head slightly and shook her head gently, "Nothing." However, these three words contained endless disappointment.
The two people fell into relative silence.
"Junior Sister Qianying, I originally went to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come here." At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from the side, and a tall man in yellow robes came closer.
The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples. He exuded a sharp aura, and his aura had reached the eighth level of psychic realm.
"I have been serving as the deacon of this mission hall these days, Xuan Hong, what do you want from me?" Xuan Qianying frowned slightly and said in a cold voice.
"Haha... Why is Junior Sister Qianying interested in the deacon of this external mission hall? I also applied to the sect for the position of deacon, and I just happen to be with Junior Sister." The man in white robe chuckled and turned his eyes to the side.
Yi Feng asked, "Junior Sister, I wonder who this is? Could it be that you are familiar with Junior Sister?" Xuan Hong asked in a gentle voice, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"His name is Yi Feng, and he is a friend I have met in the outside world." Xuan Qianying said lightly, with a cold tone, "Yifeng, he is Xuan Hong, a saint son of the sect." However, when talking to Yi Feng,
, Xuan Qianying's voice already had a touch of softness, and this change made Xuan Hong's face become a little gloomy.