Chapter 117 We Bai Fu Sanying Can Make Great Things
"Go!" Ye Feng waved his hand.
After receiving the response, Long Tianxing immediately used the "Light Body Technique" to go down the mountain and flew away in the direction of Baifu City.
After a while, Mo Ying walked up to Ye Feng and said, "Master, is my mission to kill a high-level demon soldier-level monster on my own?"
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded.
These tasks are all given by the system. After all, the "disciple assessment" is the third item in the second phase of the leader's tasks. Ye Feng can only supervise and cannot directly decide the content of the tasks.
But Ye Feng was happy this way.
Because he doesn't need to rack his brains to arrange tasks for his disciples, he just needs to announce them.
"Disciple accepts the order."
Mo Ying cupped her fists and saluted Ye Feng, and then she went out with her flying sword to look for the troublesome monsters.
"Senior Sister Mo, wait a minute!" Yan Ruyu stopped Mo Ying and handed over a thumb-sized bamboo tube, "It's filled with spiritual spring water and some of my life spiritual energy. Maybe it can help you."
"Thank you, Junior Sister!" Mo Ying accepted the bamboo tube, patted Yan Ruyu's shoulder, and left with her sword.
"I can't be idle anymore." Li Jiaojiao rushed to the kitchen. Her mission was to make a dish that could increase her cultivation level, which was the first step towards becoming a spiritual chef.
Other disciples also became busy.
Seeing that everyone had a goal, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Lei's task was to manage the sect, just like a brick in the Piaomiao Sect, moving it wherever needed. Therefore, he began to conduct comprehensive research on the Piaomiao Sect to see what he should do best.
Xia He and Qiu Ju's task is to assist Jia Yulan in planting elixirs, and they also have to take care of the feeding of spiritual beasts.
Yan Ruyu's mission is to induce the elixir and to treat at least one injured disciple.
Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu's mission is to study and practice.
As for Qiao Jiaxi, who was the last to enter, his mission was to practice and break through to the sixth level of body refining within three months.
Huo Yunjie’s mission is to practice swordsmanship!
Mastering the art of drawing swords within three months is the task given by the system, and it is exactly what Huo Yunjie wants.
"There is no woman in my heart, I draw my sword to the God of Nature, the first page of the sword manual, forget my sweetheart... But, this seems to be getting more and more wrong with practice!" Huo Yunjie stood at the top of the mountain, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled and said: "Why don't you go down the mountain for a walk? Or use a sword to cut off the fallen leaves?"
Hearing these words, Huo Yunjie felt as if the clouds had been dispersed, and he quickly stood up with his sword behind his back and said, "Thank you, Uncle Master, for your guidance!"
After saying that, Huo Yunjie left the peak.
Under a tree more than ten meters high, a strong wind blew, and more than a dozen fallen leaves fell. Huo Yunjie's eyes condensed, and the cold light sword in his hand was already unsheathed!
Clang!
Wherever the sword edge passed, not a single fallen leaf was touched.
"Ah...this!"
Huo Yunjie was stunned.
I wanted to split the dozens of leaves with one sword, but I didn't expect that I couldn't do it. In the end, I didn't hit even a single leaf.
"Junior sister Mo Ying said that I must meditate, and this may be the meaning of the first page of the sword manual."
Huo Yunjie began to sheath his sword, closed his eyes, and stood there waiting for the wind to come.
Wow!
A strong wind came, the leaves collided with each other, and a few dead leaves fell. Huo Yunjie held his breath, locked the few fallen leaves with his own breath, jumped up, and unsheathed his sword at the same time.
The cold light streaked across the sky, forming a strange arc and splitting the leaves into two halves.
"There is progress!" Huo Yunjie was overjoyed. He grabbed the current inspiration and continued practicing his sword.
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White Floating City.
Long Tianxing is back.
Wearing a black robe and covering his silver hair, he walked on the street and asked passers-by to find out that Long Qitian was causing mischief somewhere outside the city.
"Cousin, don't make a mistake!"
Long Tianxing murmured, using the "Light Body Technique" and rushed over.
More than ten miles south of Baifu City, there is an ancient town called "Dafeng".
Most caravans coming from the south will stay in Dafeng Ancient Town for a while before entering the city the next day. Therefore, many practitioners and passing merchants gather here.
At this time, in an inn.
Long Qitian was sitting on the seat, and beside him sat two ruffian young men. Like him, they were both at the fifth level of Qi refining.
If Ye Feng were here, he would recognize these two people.
One of them is Li Hanxiao!
Ever since he was knocked away by a vitality bullet from Jia Yulan last time, Li Hanxiao did not dare to continue to do evil in Baifu City. Instead, he moved to Dafeng Ancient Town, started a gang, and lived very comfortably.
The other person is the second disciple of the mid-level Xuanyun Sect, Wu De!
That day, when Ye Feng accepted disciples at Bai Zong Square, Wu De and Li Hanxiao were both present.
At this time, Long Qitian spoke: "Brother Li founded the Hanxiao Gang in Dafeng Ancient Town. He has several practitioners, dozens of ordinary warriors, and even captured a few wives, which is quite nourishing."
Wu De also said: "Yes, it's really enviable!"
"What's there to be envious of?" Li Hanxiao was very distressed and slapped the table, "Okay, let's not talk nonsense. What on earth are we, the 'Three Heroes of the White Flood', going to do when we gather together this time?"
Wu De also cheered up and looked at the organizer Long Qitian.
"I want to create an orthodox spiritual sect. After all, it's useless for us to fight in such a small way." Long Qitian raised his chin, his eyes full of ambition.
"Just the three of us?" Wu De was stunned.
"Why not?" Long Qitian slapped the table, "Even Ye Feng can build a low-level sect into a high-level sect. We're all talented people, so why can't we even create a low-level sect?"
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"We are at the fifth level of Qi refining, and Ye Feng is the chosen one, so there is no comparison!" Wu De waved his hands repeatedly.
As soon as Li Hanxiao heard Ye Feng's name, he thought of Jia Yulan. He clenched his fists as he recalled his suffocating experience of being beaten until his clothes were in tatters and he fell on the street in the shape of "Tai".
At this time, Long Qitian said: "We will use Dafeng Ancient Town as a base. We will first unify several small sects here and gradually develop our power. When we have silver, we will exchange it for spiritual stones, and then buy panacea to improve our cultivation.
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"Then what?" Wu De asked again.
"Then? When the three of us reach the seventh level of Qi Refining, we will choose a lower-level sect outside Baifu City to challenge. If we win, won't we get the sect's land deed?" Long Qitian laughed.
"Yes, you can do it!" Li Hanxiao finally spoke. Thinking of the past, he clenched his fists, "We Bai Fu Sanying are definitely people who can accomplish things. As long as we gather our strength, we can succeed!"
"Yes, we can do it!" Long Qitian stood up, "Then today, we will first unify several gangs in Dafeng Ancient Town."
Wu De was also touched by the two men and agreed to the operation.
After a while, the three of them exuded the aura of the fifth level of Qi Refining, followed by several casual cultivators of the first and second levels of Qi Refining, as well as dozens of warriors, and began to sweep through the gangs in the entire Dafeng Ancient Town.
There are almost no practitioners in these gangs. They are all small sects practicing martial arts. How can they resist against three people who are at the peak of the fifth level of Qi refining?
In less than half an hour, most of the forces were beaten into submission, causing huge turmoil in the ancient town of Dafeng and making people panic.
At this time, there was the last all-female force called the "White Clothes Sect". The leader of the sect was a fifth-level Qi Refining practitioner who came from a lower-class sect that had been disbanded.
boom!
The gate of Baiyimen was broken open, and Long Qitian, Li Hanxiao, and Wu De rushed in. The team behind them had grown to hundreds of people.
"What do you want to do?" The leader of the white-clothed sect is a middle-aged beautiful woman. She forms a shield in front of her with her hands, forming a shield to protect dozens of female disciples in white.
"Join my young master and you will be spared from death!" Long Qitian said loudly.
Li Hanxiao looked at so many women, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he showed a perverted smile: "What a white-clothed sect, why didn't I notice it before?"
"You bastards!" the leader of the white-clothed sect scolded.
"If you are bullshit, just hit him." Wu De raised his palm and smacked it, turning into a huge palm print in front of him, and smashed the shield set up by the master of the white-clothed sect with a "click".
puff!
The leader of the White Clothes Sect was injured and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Master!"
All the female disciples burst into tears, and then glared at Long Qitian and his group angrily.
Long Qitian waved his hand and ordered: "Tie them all up!"
"Cousin, I advise you not to make a mistake!"
At this moment, a childish but angry voice came, resounding throughout the entire Dafeng Ancient Town and attracting everyone's attention.