Chapter 688: Accepting Disciples, Ba Jian Xiu Wu Lang, the Era of Chiyue

In just a few days, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the White Floating City!

Most of them are cultivators who come here because of their fame and try to join the Misty Sect.

"It's all here, let's recruit people now."

Ye Feng touched his chin and gave Gong Qingqiu an order to recruit three generations of disciples or sect deacons and elders.

After receiving the order, Gong Qingqiu went to White Floating City.

On the newly built White Floating City Square.

Gong Qingqiu hovered in the air, looking at the more than 100,000 people surrounded by below, silently speechless.

"Once upon a time, it was very difficult for our Misty Sect to recruit people. As the head of the sect stunned the world, the entire Shenzhou continent was shaken, and more and more people came here. It is really incomparable."

Gong Qingqiu sighed with emotion.

Li Zilong, who was on the side, carried the Crazy Dragon Bone Spear and said with a smile, "It's mainly because the sect has become stronger!"

"Yes!" Gong Qingqiu nodded.

Only when the sect becomes stronger will more people join, and as more and more people join, the sect will become stronger and stronger.

This is a positive feedback!

Because of this, once a sect has improved, as long as it can endure it, it will generally become stronger and stronger.

Of course, each sect has its own potential end.

Some sects are located in remote areas, and it may be the end if they can reach two or three stars.

But like the Misty Sect, Ye Feng, the famous headmaster of the mainland of China, as well as the teleportation arrays leading to various places, as well as the super-large spiritual veins and the ancestral tree of concentration, etc., have unlimited potential.

Thinking of this, Gong Qingqiu said loudly:

"My fellow Daoists, I am Gong Qingqiu, the elder of the Misty Sect, and the master of the White Floating City."

"This thing in my hand is called the 'Purple Gold Bell of Fate'. If you touch this bell and can make it vibrate and make a sound, it means that you have a fate with our sect and can join the sect."

"Next, please line up in an orderly manner!"

As soon as the voice came out,

Everyone was surprised.

Fate purple bell?

They have never heard of this stuff.

The crowd soon sparked heated discussions.

The foreign practitioners discussed with the local practitioners in White Floating City for a while, and only then did they know that the Misty Sect recruits disciples not by qualifications, but only by fate.

As long as there is fate, you can enter the sect.

"Great!"

"Originally, I thought that the requirements for recruiting disciples of the Misty Sect must be extremely high, but now I see that I also have a chance."

"If that's the case, what about my best root bone? I thought that with the best root bone, I could join the Misty Sect!"

The appearance of the purple golden bell of fate caused a sensation.

Cultivators from all over the mainland of China lined up one after another to touch the purple golden bell of fate.

Jingle Bell!

Soon, a bell rang.

"Haha, that's great!" A 2-meter tall, burly young man with a heavy sword on his back was overjoyed.

He rang the purple golden bell of fate, indicating that he could enter the sect.

"Those who have obtained the qualifications to join the sect gather here."

Gong Qingqiu waved his arms and motioned everyone to wait behind her. The young man with the heavy sword hurried over.

In addition to him, many people at the scene passed the test.

"What's your name?"

Gong Qingqiu looked at the young man with the heavy sword on his back, and saw that he was full of beards. He was probably in his thirties. "There are rules in the sect. You can only become a disciple if you are under twenty."

"Ah?" The bearded epee young man was startled, "Elder, I'm just a little anxious, but I'm actually only eighteen years old!"

"You're only eighteen?" Gong Qingqiu widened his almond eyes.

She stretched out her hand and let out a ray of vitality, submerging into the bearded epee youth, detecting his bone age, and her face gradually became surprised.

"Sure enough, you are around eighteen years old. However, although you have spiritual energy in your body, you are not a normal Qi cultivator. It seems to be a special kind of physical training, strange!"

Gong Qingqiu was even more surprised.

"Elder, my name is Wu Lang, I'm Ba Jianxiu!" The bearded epee young man quickly introduced himself.

"Ba Jianxiu... what is this?"

Gong Qingqiu was stunned.

She knew about Jianxiu, but it was the first time she heard about "Ba Jianxiu", and she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Ba Jianxiu is a branch of Jianxiu." At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice came slowly.

The crowd looked at the sound.

I saw a tall purple-haired woman with an ancient book in her hand stepping out of the air, her body was covered with a faint purple mist, and she couldn't see her true face.

"I've seen Senior Sister Ziling!"

Some third- and second-generation disciples who were responsible for assisting in accepting apprentices saw Ji Ziling and bowed their hands one after another.

"It's Fairy Ziling!"

"It is said that she is a first-generation disciple of the Misty Sect, and is also the acting pavilion owner of the Misty Sect Collection Pavilion. After entering the sect, we can ask Senior Sister Ziling to ask for the exercises we practice."

"I also heard that Senior Sister Ziling has a high cultivation base and has already entered the middle-level Linghai realm. She is the top talent among the younger generation."

The arrival of Ji Ziling immediately aroused heated discussions.

"Zi Ling, do you know Ba Jianxiu?" Gong Qingqiu asked curiously.

Ji Ziling nodded his chin and said:

"Of course I know that there are many types of sword cultivators, such as spirit sword cultivators, tyrannical sword cultivators, and heavenly sword cultivators."

"Among them, Ba Jianxiu can absorb spiritual energy, but he uses spiritual energy for physical training, similar to physical cultivation."

"The swords they hold are also heavy, but also more domineering."

"Usually, Ba Jianxiu seldom uses spells that release vitality, and instead uses his heavy sword to melee."

"Because the fighting style is too domineering, it was named 'Overlord Sword Cultivation', which can be regarded as a physical exercise with swords."

Hearing this, the audience was surprised.

"As expected of Senior Sister Ziling, the acting pavilion owner of the Book Collection Pavilion, the encyclopedia of the Misty Sect, I know a lot."

The second and third generations of disciples praised it one after another.

"Yes, I am Ba Jianxiu! But because I have embarked on the road of Ba Jianxiu, I am too anxious to grow up. I am only eighteen years old, but I am always mistaken for thirty years old."

Hearing that Zi Ling could tell the ins and outs of Ba Jianxiu, he knew better than he knew. Wu Lang was startled and nodded again and again.

"That's it, I've gained more knowledge." Gong Qingqiu also nodded and learned a new term.

"Elder, I still have a mission, so I'll leave first."

Ji Ziling nodded to Gong Qingqiu, then flew to the City Lord's Mansion with the six tall and beautiful female disciples behind her, and went to other areas through the teleportation array.

"Although I don't know what she looks like, this Ziling Fairy must be like a fairy, and I really want to see her beauty!"

"You're afraid you're dreaming."

After Zi Ling left, everyone continued to discuss.

Not long after, Gong Qingqiu continued to examine the practitioners present, and strived to recruit 10,000 disciples of the third generation as soon as possible.

The top of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng was cross-legged on the golden futon, looking at the huge red moon hanging high in the air, and fell into contemplation.

"The Celestial Clan lives in Hanging Mountain, which is very dangerous and cannot go there for a short time."

"However, when I am strong enough, I will be able to use the fragments of the stele to go to Hanging Mountain and kill the Celestial Clan by surprise!"

"It can be said that the Tianbei is a killer!"

"This thing, I must take good care of it."

Ye Feng looked at the three stele fragments lying in front of him, thinking about many plans for the future.

After a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Hundred Times Chiyue again.

"Now, the sun is swallowed up, the red moon is hanging a hundred times in the sky, and it will never fall. The world's plant-type monsters are raging, and the people are struggling."

"This should be considered a dark age."

Ye Feng whispered.

"This is indeed a brand new dark age. If possible, I would like to call it the 'Scarlet Moon Age'."

A cold voice sounded from not far away.

Ye Feng lowered his head and looked over.

A figure with a light gauze on its face was standing in the air, with wisps of fragrance floating in the air.