Chapter 668: Sect meeting, development in the third year, annual meeting
"Terrible!"
A certain genius in the restricted area was shocked.
His strength is extremely tyrannical, he is a true top-level emperor, and his fighting power is as fierce as Xiao Cangtian.
Originally, this person was planning to find a time to make an appointment with Ye Feng.
But today, before he had time to issue a declaration of war, he witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying scene of Ye Feng tearing apart the top emperor.
"Damn it, how can he be so strong!"
The genius in the restricted area quickly tore up the letter of challenge in his hand, trembling with fear, and quickly fled back to the restricted area, not daring to show up for the time being.
Others watching the battle were also stunned.
Among them, there were many quasi-sages like the Lord of the Holy Sun City. After witnessing Ye Feng crushing the Taijin Prophet, they all realized one thing.
Ye Feng is so scary!
This guy, the last time he fought against Xiao Cangtian, he was only able to crush the top Heavenly Emperor and could not be wiped out.
But some time ago, Ye Feng was able to kill the top Heavenly Emperor, Grand Elder Jinlong, shocking everyone.
Today, Ye Feng's performance was even more fierce.
He actually exploded with quasi-sage cultivation!
Moreover, the aura is several times that of an ordinary one-turn quasi-sage.
This is terrible!
"What a Ye Feng, he actually stood on top of me without making a sound. This... this is simply unreasonable!"
In the holy land of the Holy City under the blazing sun, the city lord slapped the handrail angrily.
In the entire Sun City, he was the only one-turn quasi-sage, and the remaining strong men were basically at the level of the Emperor of Heaven.
"Oh, Ye Feng is in trouble."
"How long has passed now, and he has actually reached this level. If he continues like this, won't he have to use the old guys in the Holy Land to check and balance him in the future?"
The Lord of the Holy Sun City muttered.
As the city lord, his mission is to protect the Holy City of the Sun, manage the four-star sect certifications of all parties, and pay attention to various geniuses.
Some talented people, after being recruited by the Holy Land, usually enter the small world of the Holy Land to practice.
For example, the Master.
Once she becomes the Emperor of Heaven, she will basically stay in the Sun Realm and will not stay in the Holy City of the Sun.
In the Jiaoyang Realm, in addition to the Jiaoyang Ancient Sage, the true Holy Realm power, there are also many quasi-sages.
They are very talented and practice hard every day.
They don't show off to others on weekdays, but once the need arises, they will leave the Sun Realm.
As for the Lord of the Holy City of the Sun, his qualifications are not very high, and being able to become a quasi-sage is the limit.
Therefore, he became the Lord of the Holy City.
It looks very beautiful on the surface, but only he can understand the sadness secretly.
"Alas, I have to enter the Scorching Sun interface again. Ye Feng's strength has improved too fast. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
The Lord of the Holy City of the Sun ended his sad memories and entered the Realm of the Sun.
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Piaomiao Sect.
Ye Feng put his hands behind his back and sat on the leader's throne.
Qingshan Jianzu and other eighteen supreme elders sat in their seats, and Gong Qingqiu and others also took their seats in an orderly manner.
"Today we encountered an attack by the Prophet clan. This leader was unexpected, but it was a near miss. Next, we will hold a sect meeting to discuss the follow-up development."
Ye Feng looked at everyone and said.
The reason why the sect meeting was held is because it is now the end of the year and the development of the Piaomiao Sect is about to enter its third year.
Ye Feng asked the system.
The sixth phase of the leader's mission will not start until after New Year's Eve.
And now, New Year's Eve is only a few days away.
However, due to the geographical location of the Miraculous Kingdom, even in winter, the climate is still pleasant and there is no snow.
"Master, the total number of disciples in the sect is now close to five thousand. Since the four major mountain peaks have expanded, the disciples' accommodation is still sufficient and there is no need to expand it for the time being."
Gong Qingqiu took the lead in reporting.
"Master, the development of the Spiritual Medicine Garden is going very smoothly without any obstacles, please rest assured." Chief Deacon Chu Yun'er reported the situation.
"There is nothing else going on within the Eighteen Ancient Clan for the time being... Master, after the sect enters its third year, do you need to recruit new disciples from the Cave Heaven World?"
Qingshan Sword Ancestor spoke as a representative of the Eighteen Ancient Clan.
Ye Feng nodded and said: "We will recruit the disciples from the eighteen cave worlds into the sect after the New Year. There is no rush now."
The sixth phase of the leader's mission will be announced soon.
Ye Feng felt that it would not be too late to recruit disciples until after the annual meeting. Perhaps it would be of great use then.
"Next, let's talk about the annual meeting."
Ye Feng looked around and said.
At last year's annual meeting, he and Concubine Fox went to the deserted desert, while Gong Qingqiu and his disciples accepted the invitation of Long Qitian and Xia Tian and spent the New Year's Eve at Biyue Villa.
This year, Ye Feng decided to hold a grand enough New Year's Eve party in the sect to enhance the relationship between the sect disciples.
"Annual meeting?"
"what is that?"
The elders blinked and looked at each other, feeling that this term was a bit unfamiliar.
"The annual meeting, to put it bluntly, is an annual event..." Ye Feng cleared his throat and began to explain.
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Tianji Pavilion.
Mr. Paper Fan knelt on the ground and sighed.
"Even the Taijin Prophet has fallen. It's over, it's over! Among our prophet clan, unless we dispatch those elders at the quasi-sage level, who can check and balance Ye Feng?"
Thinking of this, Mr. Paper Fan became even more sad.
…
Deep in the starry sky.
With the fall of Taijin Prophet, an ancient powerful man suddenly awakened, erupting with monstrous force and ear-piercing roar.
"Damn it!"
"Who actually killed the descendants of this saint!"
The owner of this voice was very angry.
He consumed a lot of evil energy and deduced countless times, but he was shocked when he found that his deduction seemed to be interfered with by heaven and he could never get the result.
"The person who killed Taijin's prophet must be the son of luck. Otherwise, this saint's deduction cannot be seriously interfered with... This matter must be consulted by the clan leader and he will make a decision."
This person immediately posted the news.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was a few days later.
On this day, Piaomiao Sect, Baifu City and other places decorated with lights and set off firecrackers to celebrate the arrival of the New Year.
Under night.
Piaomiao Zong is filled with all kinds of paper lanterns.
It was made by disciples using red paper, paper strips, paste, candles and other materials.
"Set up the Kongming Lanterns!"
Shi Lei shouted.
Hundreds of disciples quickly lit the candles in their hands and let the Kongming lanterns in their hands fly high into the sky, like stars dotting the sky, entrusting the disciples' New Year hopes.
"I make a wish that every living being in the sect will receive a New Year's blessing bag!"
Ye Feng looked at the sky and used today's little wish.
next moment.
All the guardian spirit beasts, elders, deacons, and disciples had a small red blessing bag in their hands.
"Wow, there are a few candies, so sweet!"
Li Jiaojiao opened the lucky bag and saw a few wedding candies. She quickly put them in her mouth and tasted the sweet taste.
"Okay, let's have New Year's Eve dinner!"
Ye Feng took the chopsticks and shouted to everyone.
At this time, everyone in the Piaomiao Sect gathered in the Zongmen Square. Hundreds of round tables were set up here. Everyone sat down in an orderly manner, eating the food cooked by Li Jiaojiao and other disciples, and chatting and laughing with others.
"I haven't been this peaceful for a long time."
Gong Qingqiu sat next to Ye Feng, looking at the smiles on the disciples' faces and feeling very happy.
In Piaomiao Sect, she once again experienced the taste of home.
Thinking back on his efforts over the past year, Gong Qingqiu had a clear conscience. Looking at Ye Feng's handsome side profile and the smile on his face, he felt very sweet in his heart.
"In the new year, I wish you and others a great improvement in your cultivation and all the best, and I also wish our Piaomiao Sect will prosper!"
Ye Feng raised his wine glass and said loudly.
"Dry!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.