Chapter 492 The mysterious counterfeiter, the cultivator of the Soul Eater
"I would like to report to the City Lord, Master Ye, that the first group of destined people have arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, fifty of them in total, and are waiting outside the door."
The speaker was a young man.
He has a black beard on his chin, bright eyes, wears armor, and has the first level of Juyuan Realm cultivation.
The lord of Zhongyuan City looked at Ye Feng: "Master Ye, how should we handle this?"
"Let them come in!" Ye Feng nodded.
He took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a roster, and the leader's seal, and prepared to register.
"Did you hear what Master Ye said? Let them come in." The Lord of Zhongyuan City waved his arm.
"yes."
The black-bearded young man nodded, walked outside the hall, and called for everyone to line up to enter.
Soon, a fairly good-looking young man appeared in front of him, about eighteen years old.
The Piaomiao Sect accepts disciples regardless of their cultivation level.
Anyone can enter as long as they meet the conditions.
For Ye Feng, it is of course the best to recruit new people with good cultivation. After all, such practitioners can directly bring him a good increase in cultivation.
"Hello, Master Ye, my...my name is Shen Yu. I am eighteen years old. I have just broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm. I have a middle-grade root bone. I like to study formations."
As soon as this young man showed up, he immediately introduced himself.
"Oh, you know formations?" Ye Feng suddenly became interested, "What level have you studied?"
Shen Yu quickly raised his hand and said, "I can independently arrange a miniature formation."
"That's not bad." Ye Feng was very satisfied.
The micro formation corresponds to the Qi Refining Realm.
It can lay out a complete miniature killing array, enough to pose a life threat to the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm.
People like Shen Yu are considered geniuses.
"Okay, you have joined the sect."
Ye Feng quickly completed the registration.
"Thank you, Master!" Shen Yu was very excited and bowed three times in a row before standing aside.
"Next!"
Ye Feng continued to shake people.
Although the test of Fate Purple Gold Ling shows that these people meet the conditions for joining the sect, not everyone can become a disciple.
Because some people are older and have higher cultivation levels and can become outer sect deacons.
For example, this person in front of me.
"Master Ye, my name is Xu Dashan. I am thirty-eight years old this year. I am neither old nor young. One person is full and the whole family is not hungry. I am at the third level of Juyuan Realm and have middle-grade bones."
A middle-aged man with a big beard patted his chest and introduced himself.
"How did you pass the Fate Purple Golden Bell test at such an old age?"
"Isn't it an imposter?"
People around were whispering.
Ye Feng glanced at Xu Dashan and said: "Passing the test of the Purple Golden Bell of Fate means that you are destined to our Piaomiao Sect, but it did not say that you must become a disciple, and you may also become a deacon or an elder."
"Can this still happen?"
"I will immediately ask my grandfather to stroke the Purple Golden Bell of Fate."
"Caress? Damn, can you change the word?"
Many people are discussing it again.
The lord of Zhongyuan City was a little moved.
If he hadn't been reluctant to part with Zhongyuan City, where his family had a great business, and the cultivation resources of Nanming Kingdom, he would have really wanted to touch the purple golden bell of fate to see if he met the conditions for joining the sect.
It would not be bad if you could join the Piaomiao Sect and become an elder.
However, when he thought that he had lived in Nanming Kingdom for so many years, the lord of Zhongyuan City suppressed this idea.
"Xu Dashan, you are very good. You can become the outer deacon of our Piaomiao Sect. After arriving at the sect, remember to find Chu Yun'er, the chief deacon of the outer sect, and ask her to make arrangements for you."
Ye Feng registered and reminded.
"Thank you, Master!" Xu Dashan was very happy.
Although the Piaomiao Sect is only a one-star sect, Ye Feng, a great master of the Divine Yuan Realm, is in charge, which is stronger than the average three-star force. Being able to join it will definitely make the ancestral graves emit green smoke.
Half a day later.
Ye Feng accepted more than 300 new disciples and was in a very good mood.
"Sure enough, if the city lord of Zhongyuan City mobilizes the whole city to carry out publicity, the effect of recruiting disciples will be good."
Ye Feng secretly thought, raising the corner of his mouth slightly.
…
In Zhongyuan City.
Many people went to the ten places where the fate purple bells were placed and lined up to touch them.
Jingle Bell!
As a young man reached out and stroked the Purple Gold Bell of Fate, a pleasant sound immediately sounded.
"I succeeded!"
The young man was excited and jumped towards his home, ready to announce the good news to his family.
"I'm envious!"
Many melon-eaters looked envious.
However, when the young man who passed the test passed through a small alley, he found a strange figure covered in black robes appearing in front of him.
Wisps of black aura emanated from this person.
It's cold, chilly and frightening.
"who are you?"
The young man stopped and stared.
"Kill your people!"
The mysterious man in black robe suddenly burst out with a powerful aura, instantly suppressing the young man.
Then, the man in black robe turned into countless black energy, which penetrated into the young man's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.
"ah!"
The young man screamed.
However, the surroundings were shrouded in black fog, and the young man's voice could not be heard. No one knew what happened here.
After a while.
The young man climbed up from the ground.
He twisted his neck, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he changed direction and walked into a dilapidated temple.
"Did you succeed in seizing the body?"
Inside the temple, I remembered a cold female voice.
"Successful." The young man nodded.
The voice was a bit sharp, like a woman's voice, but soon, its voice changed and became the voice of the young man before.
"do it according to plan."
"yes."
The young man left the temple.
He came to the square, stretched out his hand, and touched the purple golden bell of fate again. He was relieved when he found that he could still make the purple golden bell make a "ding, ding, bell," sound.
The young man blended into the team and headed towards the city lord's mansion.
Afternoon.
Ye Feng took a short rest and returned to the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion. He was in a very good mood as he looked at the hundreds of people lining up behind him.
This time, hundreds of people were admitted in Zhongyuan City alone, and the speed was very fast.
The collection continues.
"Soul Eaters!"
At this moment, Ye Feng looked at the young man standing in front of him, and this information came to his mind.
He always keeps his eyes open.
Therefore, this undercover agent has no way to hide.
"May I have your name?"
Ye Feng did not expose him on the spot, but prepared to let the other party join the sect, just so he could follow the clues and figure out the other party's purpose.
"My name is Wang Xuanping, I have a middle-grade root bone, seventh level of Qi refining, and come from an ordinary family."
Wang Xuanping bowed and said.
The moment he lowered his head, contempt flashed in his eyes.
Ye Feng, the great master of Shenyuan realm?
Ha! So what? You still failed to see through my undercover plan. When I enter the Piaomiao Sect, I will definitely stir up trouble!
Raising his head, Wang Xuanping's eyes became respectful.
On the surface, no one could tell there was anything wrong with him.
"Well, that's right. Congratulations on joining our Piaomiao Sect." Ye Feng pretended not to know anything and wrote down Wang Xuanping's information.
There was no system notification sound in my mind.
If the disciple is being accepted normally, the system will report the information of the new disciple after stamping the leader's seal.
But this time, there was no prompt.
This shows that "Wang Xuanping" does have a problem.
Soon, Wang Xuanping, Shen Yu, Xu Dashan and other practitioners stood outside the hall, waiting patiently.
On the surface, Wang Xuanping was no different from a normal person, but when others were not paying attention, he immediately took out a message crane and threw it out.