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In the eyes of the two, this is an extremely unrealistic dream, and it is difficult to touch it even if they want to.

Ye Feng also knew that the two of them would find it difficult to accept it for a while, so he simply diverted from the topic.

"Zhang Jie, can Ding Lan'er give you the record of the sect roster?"

"Oh yes!" Zhang Jie hurriedly took out a stack of paper from his arms, presented it with both hands, and said, "Ding Lan'er said that he only remembered the names of three hundred and seven sects, and the remaining twenty-three sects had no impression. ”

Ye Feng nodded, flipped through the thick pile of paper, and his gaze quickly swept over each sect name.

"One more thing, the subordinates cleaned up the battlefield and confiscated a total of 327 martial arts secret books, of which only 36 were Huang-rank middle-grade martial arts. There are 1,316 weapons, and unfortunately all of them are mortal. And the silver taels were not very much, only fifty-three thousand two hundred and seventy-eight taels. ”

Taking advantage of Ye Feng flipping through the list of sects, Zhang Jie reported the number of seized items.

The amount of loot captured by Ye Feng in this battle was more than all the assets of the ten small sects. But looking at Ye Feng's expression, he didn't have the slightest excitement, as if he hadn't heard Zhang Jie's report, and his eyes were always looking at the list of sects.

After Zhang Jie finished speaking, he took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Ye Fengdao: "Sect Master, the number of harvested things is recorded on it, please take a look." ”

"No need." Ye Feng sorted out the paper in his hand, glanced at the roster in Zhang Jie's hand, and said, "The captured martial arts cheats will be rewarded to the five hundred disciples who escorted the property back." In addition, I ordered that a thousand inner disciples gather in the square early tomorrow morning. ”

"Sect Master, you are going to ......." Zhang Jie's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"That's right! So you tell them that you don't have to practice tonight and have a good night's rest.

For the next few days, they didn't have time to sleep and rest. ”

Ye Feng said! Turning around, he glanced at the Hidden Gong Pavilion, and walked with the Snow Tiger with Fang Tian's halberd.

"Big brother! Sect Master, he won't be ...... Destroy those three hundred and seven sects, right? Li Tianya stabbed Zhang Jie, who was stunned, and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Jie, who came back to his senses, smiled bitterly: "What do you say? From tomorrow, Shimizu Country will be in chaos. No! From the time the sect master first set foot on the Hengyue Sect, the heavens of the Qingshui Kingdom had changed color. Look, in the next few days, the Hengyue faction and others are going crazy. ”

Zhang Jie said, turned around and walked to the martial arts hall, and hurried to inform the disciples who practiced and stood.

When he came to the front of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, the disciples guarding the attic door hurriedly bowed to Ye Feng.

"See the Sect Master!"

Ye Feng smiled faintly, nodded at the two, walked up the steps and pushed open the door of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, and walked in with the snow tiger.

The Pavilion is very large, with a total of four floors high. On the first floor, there are 300 two-meter-high bookshelves.

On the first ten rows of bookshelves, there are not martial arts cheats, but some booklets that analyze the strength of the sects, as well as maps of the locations of the sects and other miscellaneous books.

Ye Feng would come to the Hidden Gong Pavilion not to choose martial arts cheats, but for these miscellaneous books that no one usually wants to read.

In fact, don't look at the list of three hundred sects in Ye Feng's hand, but the location of each sect is unknown. He wanted to refer to the locations recorded in the book to find the three hundred sects and destroy them one by one.

Walking slowly in front of the bookshelves, when Ye Feng came to the third bookshelf, he raised his hand and picked up a book and looked at it for a while, shook his head in disappointment and put the book back in place.

Of the three hundred and seven denominations recorded on paper, only forty-seven are recorded in this book. The others are all five hundred small sects under the command of the Sword Sect, and it seems that this person who wrote the record may have some trouble with the Sword Sect.

For example, most people who have specific records against a particular sect have a grudge against that sect. There are very few people who really want to record the three thousand sects of the Qingshui Kingdom.

However, there is nothing strange about the world. Half an hour later, Ye Feng stopped in front of the ninth row of bookshelves, looking at a thick book in front of him, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light.

Raising his hand and picking up this thick book, he only roughly flipped through the seven or eight pages, and Ye Feng was stunned by what was written in the book.

"Blue Wolf Sect, thirty miles southwest of Shuanglong Town in Qingshui Country. Qianlangpai, twenty-three miles northwest of Meizhu Town. Feng Shui Pavilion, one hundred and eighty-four miles southeast of Tongtuo Town. Badaomen, two hundred and forty-seven miles northwest of Shuanglong Town. Songjin pie ...... Xuanyue Sect ...... Jinluogu ......, good, good, what I am looking for is this book. ”

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a fine light, and he couldn't put it down and hurriedly walked out of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion with this book.

He didn't go back to the back mountain, he walked directly to the Dianjiang platform close to the mountain, put Fang Tianji and the book on the platform, and Ye Feng sat cross-legged in the middle of the Dianjiang platform.

Scanning the thick books in front of him, Ye Feng took out the pile of paper that recorded the three hundred and seven sects from his arms, and then kept turning the pages, and at the same time separated the pile of paper into two parts.

Time flies, and the night flies. Before dawn, the audience was full of thousands of people.

Zhang Jie, dressed in black, stood in front of thousands of people, looked up at Ye Feng who was meditating with his eyes closed on the stage, and quietly waited for Ye Feng to recover from meditation.

The first rays of the morning sun on the horizon illuminated the peak of the Ancient Ye Sect, and the Ye Feng on the platform slowly opened his eyes.

This moment! If someone looks at Ye Feng's eyes, they will find that his eyes are extremely focused.

Next second! With two rays of light shooting out, those godly eyes instantly revealed extreme coldness.

I saw Ye Feng look at Zhang Jie below, and the right hand did not touch the book in front of him, but the book with seven papers flew towards Zhang Jie below.

Picking up Fang Tian's halberd, Ye Feng stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, looking at the thousands of disciples in the square.

"When the Ancient Ye Sect was first established, it was provoked by Sima Yanru on the day of the ceremony. As for the killing of Shilipo the night before, I don't need to say more to know the ins and outs. Although I killed fifteen hundred people, it was not enough to inflict heavy losses on the Hengyue Faction. Today, you and the other thousand people are divided into two paths. Ye Feng's words paused, and he shouted again: "The first fourteen rows of seven hundred disciples came out and followed Elder Zhang Jie to attack the seventy-eight sects in the southeast. Those who surrender to the Ancient Ye Sect stay, and those who resist are killed. ”

Ye Feng's words were like thunder, and I saw the first fourteen rows of disciples bowing to Ye Feng. And Zhang Jie also opened the thick book, looking at the seven pieces of paper selected by Ye Feng, Zhang Jie also bowed to Ye Feng.

"The subordinate takes the order."

Ye Feng nodded, and then looked at the last inner disciple.

"The remaining 300 disciples will follow me to the southwest and destroy the ...... One hundred and eighty-two cases. ”

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