(2nd Update)

One after another, eyes fell on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his breath to calm his mind.

Ye Yunqi, as one of the true disciples, was scrambled by the twelve upper peaks, and he was also a true disciple, so it shouldn't be bad.

"True Disciple Chen Feng, can you have a supernatural body?" Tianlan Feng's figure opened his mouth to inquire.

"Nope." Chen Feng replied truthfully.

As for the Creation Divine Urn, that's top secret.

"In that case, I'll give up Tianlan Peak." Tianlan Peak's figure said without hesitation.

Each peak selects disciples, and it will be from high to low.

There are two true disciples present, so naturally they start with the true disciples first, and then select the core disciples.

"I, Hanhaifeng, give up." Han Haifeng's figure also spoke.

The representatives of the peaks gave up one after another, and Chen Feng's body shook as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face turned pale.

Ye Yunqi showed a gloating smile.

"Now you understand, what can an ordinary person without supernatural do, even if he is lucky enough to beat the drum and become a true disciple?"

Ye Yunqi's voice came into Chen Feng's ears, like a sharp knife stabbing fiercely.

"There is no miracle, which means that the potential is limited, even if you cultivate it wholeheartedly, it will be difficult to compete with a dry Tianjiao in the future, and I Xuanyuan Peak will give up." One of the figures who didn't open his mouth sighed slightly.

The representatives of one mountain peak after another gave up, and Chen Feng's face became more and more pale.

"It's a pity, if you can choose one more person, my Aoba Peak may not be able to give you a place."

"True Disciple Chen Feng, if I fail to choose a disciple from Deadwood Peak in the end, I can give you a chance to enter the peak." The representative of Deadwood Peak said immediately, his tone was careless, and it seemed to have a bit of a taste of charity.

Chen Feng's heart was suffocated, and indescribable anger grew from the depths of his heart.

Alms?

I don't need to!

In the end, no one in Seventy-One Peak chose Chen Feng.

"True disciple Chen Feng, it seems that you can only stay in the disciple hall with the old man." The burly old man shook his head slightly, and said to Chen Feng with regret, and immediately encouraged: "However, as long as you have the ability, you may not be able to become a strong person in the future." ”

Having said that, the burly old man is actually not optimistic about Chen Feng either.

There is no supernatural phenomenon, which means that nine times out of ten it will be obscure.

"Thank you, Lord of the Temple." Chen Feng's face was resolute and he saluted the burly old man slightly.

Next, there is the selection of sixty-eight core disciples, Tiancang Peak has already selected Ye Yunqi and will withdraw from the competition.

After a period of time, the sixty-eight core disciples also had their own belongings, and only Chen Feng remained.

"What about the four drums?"

"What about true disciples?"

The eyes of the core disciples were full of pity and disdain when they looked at Chen Feng.

The burly old man of the disciple hall couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Creation makes people.

At the same time, a brilliant silver-white sword light seemed to fly from the sky, as fast as lightning aurora, and it came in an instant.

"Chen Feng, my name is Wang Yuandao, if you are willing to worship me as a teacher, step on this sword."

A voice that seemed to have the charm of arrogance sounded from the sword light, and the brilliant silver-white sword light suddenly stopped at Chen Feng's feet.

Chen Feng keenly noticed that the divine light on the figure of the seventy-first peak fluctuated, and the face of the burly old man of the disciple hall hall also showed surprise and surprise.

In just a short breath, Chen Feng made a decision.

One step out, standing on the brilliant silver-white sword light, the sword light immediately rose into the sky.

Chen Feng's scalp was numb, and he almost screamed, but fortunately, the sword light seemed to have a suction force, firmly fixing his body, otherwise he would definitely fall in the air.

"I didn't expect it to be him......" The burly old man looked at Chen Feng's figure left by the imperial sword, and muttered to himself: "But it's better than staying in my disciple hall to mess around." ”

"Uncle Great, that's ......" Ye Yunqi's face changed.

was originally gloating, and his heart was full of joy, but he didn't expect that someone was willing to accept Chen Feng.

"Wang Yuandao is the peak master of the Absolute Sword Peak." The people of Tiancang Peak suddenly whispered.

"Peak Master!" Ye Yunqi's face changed drastically.

The Lord of a Peak, what it means, as long as you are not a fool, can understand.

Being accepted as a disciple by the Lord of the First Peak, isn't that stronger than being accepted as a disciple by the Elder of the First Peak?

Thinking of this, Ye Yunqi's face turned pale.

He couldn't help but care about Chen Feng anymore.

"Although the Absolute Sword Peak is ranked among the seventy-two peaks, it belongs to the bottom of the thirty-six lower peaks."

"That's right, the Absolute Sword Peak has declined, and now there are no disciples at all, only a peak master and his old servant left, and even the peak master has no longevity."

"Worshipping the Absolute Sword Peak is no different from cutting off the path ahead."

As soon as you said a word, it was immediately clear, and Ye Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief.

The core disciples were also relieved.

"It's a pity......" Jin Hongdang couldn't help but secretly regret that he had been in contact with the Sky Survey Giant Ship many times, and he had already regarded Chen Feng as a friend.

……

The brilliant silver-white sword light controlled the long sky, speeding by, and its speed was like lightning.

Chen Feng really experienced what it means to be galloping, and compared with the speed of his full burst, he was ashamed to death.

The surrounding scenery is faint and blurry.

When Chen Feng felt that he was about to faint, the sword light suddenly pierced through a cloud as thick as substance, and drove towards a mountain peak.

The sword light landed and paused, and Chen Feng felt that his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

"The old servant Yang Tao has seen the young master." An old but neutral voice came into his ears, Chen Feng quickly sobered up and took a closer look, only to see a few meters away, a kind-looking gray-clothed old man was looking at him with a smile.

For a while, Chen Feng felt that his brain seemed to be dull, and he didn't know how to respond.

"The young master comes with me." The old man said with a smile, turned around and walked away, Chen Feng followed in a dazzled step, his eyes swept over, and he looked around slightly.

I saw bamboo buildings standing in the distance, but they all seemed to be empty, and they were particularly deserted.

"Those who were once the followers of the master and the abode of the elders and disciples of this peak." As if sensing Chen Feng's gaze, the old man casually explained: "But now, the building is empty. ”

"Why are you leaving?" Chen Feng subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"You'll find out later." The old man replied with a smile.

Not long after, under the leadership of the old man, Chen Feng arrived at a cliff, the cliff was like a leaf hanging out of the air, as if it was about to fly, and there was an endless sea of clouds outside.

"Master, Chen Feng is here." The old man bowed.

Chen Feng found that there was a figure standing on the cliff, facing the sea of clouds with his back to the bamboo building, wearing a white shirt.

Fang Cai didn't feel it at all, it didn't seem to exist, but when he came back to his senses and noticed the back, Chen Feng's face couldn't help but change greatly, his pupils contracted, and a shock that was uncontrollable surged in his heart.

It seems that the figure of the white shirt is infinitely tall, like a giant sword pointing to the sky and breaking through the clouds, majestic and boundless, and an indescribable sharp will tears the sky and the earth, as if it can split the mountains and seas.

In the next breath, the white-shirted figure turned around, and Chen Feng only saw a pair of blazing and boundless eyes, shining brightly, piercing everything.

I couldn't help but tense up, as if I could see everything.

"My name is Wang Yuandao, the peak master of the Absolute Sword Peak, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" If the voice of the white-shirted man came from the nine heavens, it would be mighty and sharp.

"Disciple Chen Feng pays a visit to the master."

Chen Feng quickly came back to his senses and immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Get up." Wang Yuandao's voice came, and Chen Feng got up before he could see the appearance of the white-shirted man clearly.

With long hair and gray sideburns, he looks about forty years old, but his face is extremely handsome and graceful, but, for some reason, Chen Feng feels that the other party seems to be a little old and twilight.

"You have apprenticed, and you are the closed disciple of my Wang Yuandao." The corners of Wang Yuandao's mouth pursed into an indifferent smile: "Since then, I have stayed in the Absolute Sword Peak to cultivate." ”

"Yes, Master." Chen Feng responded immediately.

"You have a lot of questions in your heart, you can say it now, and I will solve your doubts." Wang Yuandao said with a smile: "Then, you have to start cultivating." ”