In just a few days, there were hundreds of thousands more people in Baifu City!
Most of them are practitioners who come here because of their reputation and try to join the Piaomiao Sect.
"You're already here, let's recruit people now."
Ye Feng touched his chin and gave Gong Qingqiu an order to recruit third-generation disciples or sect deacons and elders.
After receiving the order, Gong Qingqiu went to Baifu City.
In the newly built Baifu City Square.
Gong Qingqiu hovered in the air, looking at the more than 100,000 people gathered below, secretly speechless.
"Once upon a time, it was very difficult for our Piao Miao Sect to recruit people. After the leader's battle shocked the world, the entire continent of China was shaken, and more and more people came here. It is really different."
Gong Qingqiu sighed with emotion.
Li Zilong on the side was carrying the Crazy Dragon Bone Spear and said with a smile: "It's mainly because the sect has become stronger!"
"Yes!" Gong Qingqiu nodded.
Only when the sect becomes stronger will more people join, and as more and more people join, the sect will become stronger and stronger.
This is a positive feedback!
Because of this, once a sect improves, as long as it can endure it, it will generally become stronger and stronger.
Of course, each sect has its own potential end.
Some sects are located in remote areas and can reach two stars, but three stars may be the end.
But like the Piaomiao Sect, with the famous leader Ye Feng who moved the mainland of China, as well as teleportation arrays that lead to various places, as well as super-large spiritual veins and concentrating ancestral trees, the potential is unlimited.
Thinking of this, Gong Qingqiu said loudly:
"Dear fellow Taoists, I am Gong Qingqiu, the elder of the Piaomiao Sect, and the Lord of Baifu City."
"The thing on my hand is called the 'Fate Purple Gold Bell'. If you touch this bell and it vibrates and makes a sound, it means you are destined to our Miao Miao Sect and can join the sect."
"Now, please line up in an orderly manner!"
As soon as the voice came out, everyone was surprised.
Fate purple bell?
They've never heard of this thing.
A heated discussion quickly arose among the crowd.
The outside practitioners discussed with the local practitioners in Baifu City for a while, and then they realized that the Piaomiao Sect recruits disciples not based on qualifications, but only on whether they are destined.
Anyone can join the sect as long as they are destined.
"Very good!"
"Originally, I thought that Piao Miao Sect's recruitment requirements for disciples must be extremely high-level, but now that I see it, I also have a chance."
"If this is true, what should I do with my top-quality root bones? I thought that with my top-quality root bones, I could join the Piaomiao Sect!"
The appearance of Fate Purple Golden Bell caused a sensation.
Practitioners from all over the Chinese mainland lined up to touch the Purple Golden Bell of Fate.
Jingle Bell!
Soon, a bell rang.
"Haha, great!" A two-meter-tall, strong young man with a heavy sword on his back was overjoyed.
He rang the purple golden bell of fate, indicating that he could join the sect.
"Those who are qualified to join the sect must gather here."
Gong Qingqiu waved her arms, signaling everyone to wait behind her, and the young man carrying the heavy sword rushed over.
In addition to him, there were many people on site who passed the test.
"May I have your name?"
Gong Qingqiu looked at the young man carrying a heavy sword on his back and saw that he had a beard on his face. He was estimated to be in his thirties. "The sect has regulations, and you can become a disciple if you are under twenty years old."
"Ah?" The young man with a beard and heavy sword was startled, "Elder, I just look a little anxious, but I'm actually only eighteen years old!"
"Are you only eighteen?" Gong Qingqiu's eyes widened.
She stretched out her hand, shot out a ray of vitality, and penetrated into the young man with a beard and heavy sword, to detect his bone age, and her face gradually became surprised.
"As expected, you are around eighteen years old. However, although you have spiritual energy in your body, you are not a normal Qi practitioner. It seems to be a special kind of physical cultivation. It's strange!"
Gong Qingqiu became more and more surprised.
"Elder, my name is Wu Lang, and I am a swordsman cultivator!" The young man with a beard and heavy sword quickly introduced himself.
"Ba Jianxiu...what is this?"
Gong Qingqiu was stunned.
She knew about Sword Cultivator, but this was the first time she heard about "Sword Cultivator", and she couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
"Ba Jianxiu is a branch of swordsmanship." At this time, a clear and pleasant voice slowly came.
Everyone looked at the sound.
I saw a tall purple-haired woman with an ancient book in her hand coming out of the air. Her whole body was covered with a faint purple mist, making it difficult to see her true appearance.
"I've met Senior Sister Zi Ling!"
When some third-generation and second-generation disciples who were responsible for assisting in recruiting disciples saw Ji Ziling, they all raised their hands and saluted.
"It's the Purple Spirit Fairy!"
"It is said that she is a first-generation disciple of the Piao Miao Sect and the acting master of the Piao Miao Sect's library. After entering the sect, we can ask Senior Sister Zi Ling for all the techniques we practice."
"I also heard that Senior Sister Zi Ling has advanced cultivation and has already entered the middle-level spiritual sea realm. She is the top talent among the younger generation."
Ji Ziling's arrival immediately aroused heated discussion.
"Zi Ling, do you know Ba Sword Cultivator?" Gong Qingqiu asked curiously.
Ji Ziling nodded her chin and said:
"Of course I know that there are many types of sword cultivators, including spiritual sword cultivators, domineering sword cultivators, heavenly sword cultivators, etc."
"Among them, Ba Sword Cultivator can absorb spiritual energy, but uses the spiritual energy to temper the physical body, similar to physical cultivation."
"The swords they hold are also very heavy, but they are also more domineering."
"Normally, Ba Sword Cultivators rarely use spells that release vitality, but instead hold heavy swords in close combat."
"Because the fighting style is too domineering, it was named 'Sword Mastery'. It can be regarded as physical training with swords."
Hearing this, everyone in the audience was surprised.
"As expected of Senior Sister Zi Ling, the acting master of the Library Pavilion, and the encyclopedia of the Piao Miao Sect. She knows a lot."
Second and third generation disciples praised him one after another.
"Yes, I am Ba Sword Cultivator! But because I have embarked on the path of Ba Sword Cultivator, I have been too anxious to grow up. I am only eighteen years old, but I am always mistaken for being thirty years old."
When he heard that Zi Ling could tell the ins and outs of Ba Sword Cultivator better than he knew, Wu Lang was shocked and nodded repeatedly.
"I see, I have learned a lot." Gong Qingqiu also nodded and learned a new term.
"Elder, I still have a mission, so I'll leave first."
Ji Ziling nodded to Gong Qingqiu, then flew to the city lord's palace with the six tall and beautiful female disciples behind her, and went to other areas through the teleportation array.
"Although I don't know what she looks like, this Purple Spirit Fairy must look like a fairy. I really want to see her beauty!"
"I'm afraid you're dreaming."
After Zi Ling left, everyone continued to discuss.
Not long after, Gong Qingqiu continued to test the practitioners present, striving to recruit 10,000 third-generation disciples as soon as possible.
The top of Piaomiao Peak.
Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the golden futon, looking at the huge red moon hanging in the sky, and fell into deep thought.
"The Celestial Clan lives in Xuankong Mountain. It's very dangerous and we can't go there in a short time."
"However, when I am strong enough, I can use the fragments of the Sky Monument to go to Hanging Mountain and catch the Killing Clan by surprise!"
"It can be said that the Sky Monument is a trump card!"
"I must keep this thing safe."
Ye Feng looked at the three fragments of the heavenly monument lying in front of him, thinking about many plans for the future.
After a long time.
He raised his head and looked at the red moon a hundredfold again.
"Today, the sun is swallowed up, the red moon is hanging in the sky a hundred times, and will never fall. The plant-based monsters are raging in the world, and the people are in dire straits."
"This should be considered a dark age."
Ye Feng whispered.
"This is indeed a brand new dark age. If possible, I would call it the 'Red Moon Era'."
A cold voice sounded from not far away.
Ye Feng lowered his head and looked over.
A beautiful figure with a gauze on her face is standing in the air, with wisps of fragrance floating in the air.