Chapter 124: The Reputation Value Exceeds 10,000, the Third Level of the Spirit Beast Pavilion

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No one expected that Ye Feng would defeat the Thousand-faced Demon Lord in such a way.

Before the war, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord was full of rhetoric and aura, and everyone believed that his strength was terrifying.

On the other hand, Ye Feng is too low-key and has a high probability of losing.

But who knows, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord said the most cowardly words, was beaten the hardest, and was finally beaten up by Ye Feng with a punch and fell to the ground.

"I seemed to be able to feel that Ye Sect's fist power had doubled just now. What's going on?" The deputy city lord frowned.

"Could it be because the head of Ye has received more blessings from the power of heroic spirits, so his strength has risen to the level of the second level of the Juyuan Realm?" Lu Shanyue tugged at his beard and speculated in this regard.

"The head is mighty!" The tense hearts of the disciples of the Misty Sect finally loosened, and Long Tianxing also jumped off Shi Lei and patted his chest.

Compared to the disciples of the Misty Sect, Wu De and Li Hanxiao, who were lying on the tree watching the battle, were dumbfounded.

"The Thousand-faced Demon Lord actually lost?"

"It's impossible!"

The two were always in disbelief.

That is the suzerain of Nanlu Demon Sect!

When the two were watching the battle, they witnessed the strange methods of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord with their own eyes. Their strength was indeed strong. Fighting alone, they could definitely crush the three chiefs of the Nishang Palace, the Tyrant Sword School, and the Feiyu Sect.

But in the end, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord lost!

on the ground.

The corners of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord's mouth kept twitching, and blood was overflowing. The whole person showed a "big" shape and fell into the soil. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"How could I lose?" Thousand-faced Demon Lord's mind was already filled with this thought.

Ye Feng fell to the ground: "The Thousand-faced Demon Lord, you are defeated!"

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Even if the Thousand-faced Demon Lord doesn't admit it, it's already clear who wins and who loses in this battle, and it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not.

"you are vicious!"

The Thousand-faced Demon Lord held back for a long time, but in the end he didn't shout "No, I didn't lose", but crawled out of the soil and pointed at Ye Feng and spit out these three words.

After that, the Thousand-faced Demon Lord ran away in despair.

Whoa!

The audience suddenly boiled.

Ye Feng wins!

Although I don't know why Ye Feng was able to get the position of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and started to fight back, many people who eat melons value the result more.

[Zongmen Prestige +457]

[Zongmen Prestige +632]

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In just a short time, the reputation of the Misty Sect has doubled from more than 3,000 to nearly 7,000, and it is still rising.

Ye Feng has never felt this kind of happiness.

There were more than 200,000 people watching the game tonight.

From Ye Feng's point of view, even if only one twentieth of the melon-eating people recognized the Misty Sect, the prestige of the sect could exceed 10,000.

"Wait until the Spirit Beast Pavilion is promoted to the third rank, and then go to suppress the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and see if it can be subdued into the ninth guardian spirit beast."

Looking at the direction in which the Thousand-faced Demon Lord left, Ye Feng secretly said.

If it is successful, the first two items of the second phase of the mission will be basically completed.

not far away.

Long Qitian knelt on the ground, his fingers like hooked claws, sinking into the mud, his eyes flickering constantly.

"Why is Ye Feng so strong!"

"Even the Demon Lord has been defeated, I'm not reconciled!"

"I want to build a star power, but why does it always backfire?"

Long Qitian hit the ground with his head and cried.

Long Zhenchuan stood behind him, patted Long Qitian's back with his hand, and said earnestly: "Son! Sometimes, if one road doesn't work, you choose another road. Tianxing is right, you should change your past mistakes. On the right track."

After all, Long Zhenchuan sighed.

Long Qitian raised his head and looked at his father's slightly gray temples.

Thinking of his father's kind face when he was young, the pair of eyes that had high hopes for him, and looking at the jerk he looks like now, Long Qitian's eyes became even redder, and he was crying.

"Dad, I was wrong!"

finally,

Longqitian threw himself in Long Zhenchuan's arms and cried.

"Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot. In the morning tomorrow, you will leave Baifu City and go to an old friend of your father's old friend to practice well." Long Zhenchuan patted Long Qitian on the shoulder and said.

dozens of meters away.

Ye Feng was being surrounded by disciples of the Misty Sect and many practitioners, and there were countless congratulations in his ears.

"Ding, the personal task of the named disciple Long Tianxing has been completed, and he can be promoted to the outer sect disciple."

The system's prompt sounded, attracting Ye Feng's attention. He looked into the distance in surprise, and found Long Qitian who was crying in Long Zhenchuan's arms. Only then did he realize that this kid had sincerely regretted it.

Although I don't know if it will be blackened again in the future, at least, Long Qitian has now repented.

"After all, it's just a sixteen-year-old boy!" Ye Feng sighed.

It didn't take long for Long Zhenchuan to leave with Long Qitian, and most of the people who ate melons also picked up small benches to rush home.

Tonight's battle was an eye-opener for them, and they could blow for many days.

In particular, the ever-changing means of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord are even more impressive.

However, most people still think that Ye Feng is stronger. After all, he can see through the hiding methods of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord and win the final victory.

"Master Ye, can my three sons join your faction?"

"I have a nephew who also wants to join the Misty Sect!"

"Although I'm fifty years old, I think I can do it!"

Many people are shouting, hoping that they or their relatives and friends can be appreciated by Ye Feng and join the Misty Sect.

"Under the Misty Peak, there is a stone tablet erected by the head of the sect. The conditions for accepting apprentices are written on it. If you are interested, you can take a look at it."

After speaking, Ye Feng bowed his hands to everyone, jumped on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, and led the disciples away.

"You must go to Misty Peak tomorrow!"

"Remember to call me!"

The crowd dispersed and went home to sleep.

During this period, the Prestige of the Misty Sect continued to skyrocket, breaking through nine thousand and moving towards ten thousand.

city ​​wall.

The deputy city lord and other five Juyuan Jing looked at Misty Peak.

Lu Shanyue said: "The strength of the head of Ye has improved very quickly. He really deserves to be the son of heaven. After this battle, he has won a lot of people's hearts, and the power of heroic spirits will increase."

The head of the Tyrant Sabre Sect said in a deep voice, "So, when we meet again next time, he should be the second strongest in White Floating City."

"Very likely." Lu Shanyue nodded.

"Is this the Son of Heaven's Chosen? I can't be envious!" Feiyu Sect shook his head helplessly. He worked hard for many years, but he couldn't keep up with a young man in his early twenties.

"It's just a pity that the Son of Heaven's Chosen has no cultivation level. Although he can avoid all diseases, if he can't embark on the path of cultivation, his life is destined to be small, rising quickly, and ending soon... Sigh!" Lu Shanyue sighed.

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The top of Misty Peak.

The disciples gathered around the table, eating the supper that Li Jiaojiao had just prepared, all with smiles on their faces.

Ye Feng looked at the happy appearance of the disciples, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising his mouth, he went out, looked at Brother Flathead who was still lying on the ground, and found that he had indeed broken through to the lower-level demon general, but he had not woken up yet.

After supper, all the disciples were busy.

Ye Feng sat on the roof alone, watching the bright moon in the sky, waiting quietly.

"Ding, congratulations on breaking the 10,000 prestige of the sect, and unlocking the third level of the Spirit Beast Pavilion. The first task of the second stage of the sect master's quest '10,000 admiration' has been completed, and a special small gift package × 1 has been obtained, which has been distributed to the sect storage space. ."

The system beep sounds.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and tried to control himself not to laugh, but in the end he couldn't hold back and laughed three times, which alarmed everyone in the Misty Sect.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Yan Ruyu raised her head and waved her small hand towards Ye Feng on the roof.

"Cough, I'm so happy today, don't worry about me and continue to sleep." Ye Feng waved his hand.

When the disciples all returned to their rooms, Ye Feng impatiently opened the special gift bag.

"Ding, get a middle-grade spiritual tool 'Small Banana Fan'."

A flash of light flashed, and in Ye Feng's palm lay a small fan with a simple shape, only three inches long.