Early in the morning, Ye Feng dressed up, wrapped in a few circles of thick cloth, and changed from a slender figure to a burly man.
After smearing a layer of self-refining potion on his body, he transformed into a black-faced man, and wanted to transform into a black whirlwind Li Kui, but his face was too handsome to be ugly, so he had to put a handful of hair cut into whiskers on his face and mouth.
It didn't take long for the image of a standard chivalrous man who broke into the rivers and lakes to appear in the magic mirror with distinguishable hair, and Ye Feng was so satisfied that he didn't even know himself.
After Ye Feng activated the automatic protection formation of the Wuyuan Courtyard, he closed the courtyard door and rushed to Lantian Valley, ten miles away.
On the Lantian Avenue that is deserted on weekdays, today it is crowded, like a carp crossing the river.
Ye Feng looked at it, was dumbfounded for a moment, and then thought about it, he completely concealed his aura and demoted his status level from a monk to an ordinary man.
Who knew that as soon as Ye Feng stepped on Lantian Avenue, all the noble monks actually made way for this ordinary hero, this is for Mao It's very simple, if you can't sense any breath from the other party, there are only two situations, or you are a mortal who is really powerless.
But how could there be ordinary people in the Tianyan Sect Then there is only one other situation, this seemingly rough and ordinary martial artist is actually a master who has cultivated far beyond himself.
Ye Feng walked along a wide road that flashed out of the crowd, and walked very comfortably.
"This elder, the disciple has given you a salute."
A young man with red lips and white teeth, who looked like a pan'an, was arched in the center by a group of handsome men and beautiful women like stars and moons, this man was very surprised when he saw Ye Feng, who everyone had avoided, so he deliberately sensed Ye Feng's breath.
After the man was shocked by Ye Feng's quiet breath, he was very smart, so he guessed a possibility, so he walked out of his follower group and saluted Ye Feng respectfully.
"Yes, yes, you're good."
Ye Feng stroked the thick beard under his chin, and said with a kind face, "You can cultivate to the triple peak at a young age, and you cultivated to the triple peak a year ago, you are really teachable."
"Not only can he see through my cultivation at a glance, but he can also see how long I have stayed at the Triple Peak, and he is really an unfathomable sect master who has cultivated to the highest level."
The look on this man's face towards Ye Feng was even more respectful.
Of course Ye Feng really had the ability to see through this man's cultivation, he just saw that this person was the current number one genius in the Miscellaneous Academy: Luo Hong, the leader of the Beauty God Troupe.
So how did he see it Very simply, Ye Feng sensed the aura of several once familiar people in Luohong's follower group, and he could casually say Luohong's true cultivation, and even the time he stayed at the peak of cultivation, was due to them.
These attendants looked at the young man's eager gaze, and they admired him more than they saw his own ancestors, who else could this man be if he was not red.
"The elder secretly visited the miscellaneous office, and I don't know what happened" Luohong was very curious.
After Ye Feng's mind turned, he said with emotion, "Alas, now that my Tianyan Sect is withering, there is a generation that is not as good as the generation, I am worried, so I will go to the miscellaneous courtyard casually to see if I can find a few good seedlings and cultivate them." ” As soon as Ye Feng's words came out, there were eager eyes all around, and the members of the Yimei Divine Regiment took the lead in standing up and said: "The disciple's heavenly seed is only the size of an egg, and I don't know if it can be made."
When Ye Feng heard this, he was shocked, this guy was only a scum in the early stage, and his foundation was several times more than that of this mad demon "You have stasis in your body and a leaky tail vertebrae, not only is your Dan too diligent and a small bad foundation, but even the most basic Tianyan Jue has realized that there are thirteen in the big place and thirty in the small place."
Ye Feng scolded unceremoniously in his humble resentment: "You scum is like crying ghosts and gods everywhere, it's really unbearable."
Ye Feng's remarks, all the disciples were in awe, and the egg genius who was reprimanded by him hid his face and cried wildly, suddenly feeling that he had nothing to love.
It's no wonder that the disciples are ignorant, it is really the strength of the joint criticism of the Great Dao of the Heavens, and it is so deafening that even the gods and demons will be dizzy, how can the shallow knowledge of those teachers of the Tianyan Sect Miscellaneous Service Academy be able to understand one or two, and the usual confusion in the minds of the disciples suddenly brightened, and they immediately respected the elders in front of them as heavenly beings.
"The disciple's heavenly seed is only the size of a fist, and he doesn't dare to take the liberty of asking the elders to cultivate it."
A disciple stood up and said, "It's just that when the disciple practiced Mangquan, there was something he didn't understand, so I beg the elder for guidance." ” The disciple was afraid that Ye Feng would also denounce him as scum and hit his confidence in cultivation, so he only begged him to give him guidance on his boxing skills.
"Let's call Elder Ben first."
As soon as he heard that this scumbag who was only in the middle stage of cultivation, his foundation was the size of a fist, and Ye Feng's dyed face was even darker: Damn, I dare to love Lao Tzu is not even a talent, just a mediocre talent.
This is the world where there is nothing to do, mediocre people disturb themselves, bragging is not illegal, and whoever believes is stupid.
The members of the Zhongmei Divine Troupe immediately circled a temporary martial arts arena on Lantian Avenue, and the disciple immediately performed Mangquan in the open air.
After a deafening criticism, the disciple broke out in a cold sweat, and all the disciples were convinced, and Luo Hong, who had seen a lot, was even more convinced that he was a master of the world: I am afraid that even the elders of the outer gate do not have such far-sighted insight, this person must be a giant of the sect from the inner gate and high morality.
After seeing that their group members tasted the sweetness, all the members of the Meishen Troupe boldly stepped forward and asked Ye Feng for advice.
"Elder, my heavenly seed is only the size of a melon" "Elder, my heavenly seed is only the size of a vegetable melon" As all the disciples reported their talents, Ye Feng quickly downgraded his talent from mediocre to stupid, stupid to waste, waste to scum, and finally when there was no way to fall, Ye Feng looked confused and puzzled.
"I've only been in for thirty-seven days the size of a bird's egg, not only have these scum cultivated for an extraordinarily long time, but most of them are not as good as me, a rookie who has only been cultivating for less than a month, will these guys be scolding me?"
Thinking of this, it was difficult for Ye Feng to convince himself: In front of a highly respected division commander like me, how could they dare to brag like this and not make drafts, maybe it was because they couldn't cultivate How did Ye Feng know that the monk's qualifications could not be tested at all, and everyone was accustomed to the exaggeration, even if you put your own foundation in front of the teacher and boasted that it was as big as a day, even if the teacher didn't believe it, he would only laugh, because everyone was blown all the way over.
In the cultivation world, low-key is not the king, and exaggeration is expected to gain the favor of masters, and deceive more cultivation resources.
"This guy knows at a glance that he is a representative of arrogance, a symbol of wind and bones, and his words should be credible" Ye Feng looked at Luo Hong, who stood out from the crowd, with a kind face.
"Elder, the disciple's qualifications are dull, and it took three days in a row to create a watermelon-sized foundation, which is far worse than the real genius Xiuxiu Senior Sister."
Luo Hong's face was natural.
Damn, Song Chuxiu, the natural seed of this girl, isn't there a character like them who is as big as a basket, I believe there is no need to brag to ruin their character, it turns out that Lao Tzu is really a waste talent who can't be scum.
Ye Feng's heart sank, and he finally confirmed that he was taking the route of waste talent
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