Chapter 492 The Mysterious Counterfeiter, the Cultivator of the Soul Eater

Chapter 492 The mysterious counterfeiter, the cultivator of the Soul Eater

"Report to the city lord, Ye Sect Master, the first batch of destined people have come to the city lord's mansion, a total of fifty people, waiting outside the door."

The speaker was a young man.

He has a black beard on his lower jaw, bright eyes, and is wearing armor.

The city owner of Zhongyuan City looked at Ye Feng: "Master Ye, how to deal with it?"

"Let them in!" Ye Feng nodded.

He took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the roster, and the seal of the headmaster, ready to register.

"Have you heard what the head of Ye said? Let them in." The city lord of Zhongyuan City waved his arm.

"Yes."

The black-bearded youth nodded, walked outside the hall, and greeted everyone to line up to enter.

Soon, a young man with a good appearance appeared, about eighteen years old.

Misty Mizong accepts disciples, regardless of whether the other party has cultivation or not.

You can enter as long as you meet the conditions.

For Ye Feng, it is of course best for new recruits to have cultivation. After all, such practitioners can directly bring him a good increase in cultivation.

"Hello, Sect Master Ye, I... my name is Shen Yu, I'm eighteen years old this year, I just broke through the sixth level of Qi Refining, and I like to study formations."

As soon as the young man appeared, he immediately introduced himself.

"Oh, do you know how to form?" Ye Feng suddenly became interested, "What level have you studied?"

Shen Yu quickly cupped his hands and said, "I can independently arrange a miniature formation."

"That's not bad." Ye Feng was very satisfied.

The micro-array method corresponds to the Qi-refining realm.

A complete miniature killing formation can be arranged, which is enough to pose a life-threatening threat to the Qi Refining Realm Ninth Layer.

People like Shen Yu are considered geniuses.

"Okay, you're in the sect."

Ye Feng quickly completed the registration.

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Shen Yu was very excited, and after three consecutive prayers, he stood aside.

"Next!"

Ye Feng continued to shake people.

Although there is a test of fate Zijinling, it shows that these people meet the conditions for entering the sect, but not everyone can become a disciple.

because,

Some people are old and have high cultivation bases, and they can become deacons of the outer sect.

For example, this one in front of you.

"Sect Master Ye, my name is Xu Dashan, I am thirty-eight years old this year, there is no old or young, one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry.

A middle-aged man with a big beard patted his chest and introduced himself.

"So old, how did you pass the test of fate Zijinling?"

"It's not an impostor, is it?"

The people around were whispering.

Ye Feng glanced at Xu Dashan and said: "Through the test of fate Zijin Ling, it shows that he has a fate with our Misty Sect, but he did not say that he must become a disciple, and he may also become a deacon or an elder."

"Can it still be like this?"

"I'll ask my grandfather to caress the Fate Zijin Bell right away."

"Stroking? Damn, can you change the word?"

Many people are discussing again.

The city owner of Zhongyuan City was a little moved.

If it weren't for Zhongyuan City, which is a big family, and these cultivation resources in Nanming, he really wanted to caress the fate Zijinling to see if he met the conditions for joining the sect.

If you can join the Misty Sect and become an elder, it is not bad.

However, when he thought that he had lived in Nanming for so many years, the city owner of Zhongyuan City suppressed this idea.

"Xu Dashan, you are very good. You can become the outer sect deacon of our Misty Sect. When you arrive at the sect, remember to find Chu Yuner, the chief deacon of the outer sect, and let her arrange it for you."

Ye Feng registered and reminded.

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Xu Dashan was very happy.

Although the Misty Sect is only a one-star sect, it has Ye Feng, a great master of the Divine Origin Realm, who is stronger than the general three-star power. It is definitely a smoke from the ancestral grave to join it.

After half a day.

Ye Feng accepted more than 300 new disciples and was in a good mood.

"Sure enough, let the city owner of Zhongyuan City mobilize the whole city to carry out publicity, and the effect of recruiting apprentices is good."

Ye Feng secretly said, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

...

Zhongyuan City.

Many people went to the ten places where the Zijin Bells of Fate were placed one after another, and lined up to touch them.

Jingle Bell!

As a young man stretched out his hand and stroked the Zijin Bell of Fate, a pleasant voice sounded immediately.

"I succeeded!"

The young man was excited and rushed to his home, ready to announce the good news to his family.

"Envy wow!"

Many melon eaters looked envious.

However, when the young man who passed the test passed through a small alley, he found that a strange figure shrouded in black robes appeared in front of him.

A wisp of black aura emanated from this person.

Quiet, cold, terrifying.

"who are you?"

The young man stopped and his eyes narrowed.

"The one who killed you!"

The black-robed man with a strange whereabouts suddenly burst out with a powerful breath, instantly suppressing the youth.

Afterwards, the black-robed man turned into countless black qi, which penetrated into the young man's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

"what!"

The young man screamed.

However, the surroundings were shrouded in black mist, the voice of the young man could not get out, and no one knew what happened here.

After a while.

The young man got up from the ground.

He twisted his neck, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around and walked into a dilapidated temple.

"Have you succeeded in seizing the house?"

Inside the temple, I thought of a cold female voice.

"Success." The young man nodded.

The voice was a bit sharp, like the voice of a woman, but soon, its voice changed and became the voice of the youth.

"do it according to plan."

"Yes."

The youth left the temple.

He came to the square, stretched out his hand, and touched the Zijin Bell of Fate again, and he was relieved to find that he could still make the Zijin Bell make a "ding bell bell" sound.

The youth mixed into the team and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

afternoon.

Ye Feng took a short rest and returned to the hall of the City Lord's Mansion. Looking at the hundreds of people lining up behind him, he was in a good mood.

This time, hundreds of people were collected in Zhongyuan City alone, and the speed was very fast.

Earnings continue.

"Soul Eater!"

At this moment, Ye Feng looked at the young man standing in front of him, and this information appeared in his mind.

His eyes of insight are always open.

Therefore, this undercover agent has nowhere to hide.

"What's your name?"

Ye Feng did not break it down on the spot, but prepared to let the other party enter the sect, just to follow the clues and find out the other party's purpose.

"My name is Wang Xuanping, a middle-grade root bone, a Qi-refining seventh-level cultivation base, and I come from an ordinary family."

Wang Xuanping bowed.

The moment he lowered his head, contempt flashed in his eyes.

Divine Origin Realm Almighty Ye Feng?

Ah! so what? I still haven't been able to see through my undercover plan. When I enter the Misty Sect, I will definitely be able to stir up the storm!

Lifting his head, Wang Xuanping's eyes became respectful.

On the surface, no one could see that there was something wrong with him.

"Well, yes, congratulations on entering our Misty Sect." Ye Feng pretended to know nothing and wrote Wang Xuanping's information.

In my mind, there is no system prompt sound.

If the apprentices are accepted normally, the system will report the information of the newly accepted apprentices after the seal of the head is affixed.

But this time, there was no prompt.

This shows that there is indeed a problem with "Wang Xuanping".

Soon, Wang Xuanping, Shen Yu, Xu Dashan and other practitioners stood outside the hall, waiting patiently.

On the surface, Wang Xuanping was no different from a normal person, but when others were not paying attention, he immediately took out a communication paper crane and threw it out.

In that ruined temple.

The paper crane was pinched by a slender snow-white hand.

"Very good, the lurking plan succeeded!"

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