Chapter 758: Yin Rurong's Secret Hand, a Challenge to the Misty Sect

In the sky.

The city lord of the Holy Sun City, holding the door plaque covered with red cloth, came proudly.

Behind him, there are two columns.

They are the smiling elders of appraisal, and countless young fairies holding flower baskets.

They kept throwing flowers, turning into light and rain, accompanied by colorful clouds in the sky, beautiful.

This is an infinite blessing to the Misty Sect!

"It's finally here." Ye Feng looked at the door plaque draped in red cloth, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"Congratulations to Sect Master Ye, congratulations to Misty Sect!"

The lord of the holy city of the hot sun held up the door plaque with aura and sent it to Ye Feng, and then uttered a loud blessing.

Ye Feng hung the door plaque on the door of the main hall.

Whoa!

He tore off the red cloth with all his might, revealing the words "Mischievous Sect" followed by four huge golden stars.

That's a four star symbol!

From today, Misty Sect was officially promoted to a four-star sect. In the past, sects were qualified to build large-scale teleportation arrays leading to all parts of the Shenzhou Continent.

"Congratulations to Misty Sect!"

Everyone congratulated and sent various gifts.

Ye Feng landed on the main seat of Zongmen Square, slowly stretched out his hands, and said, "Welcome all fellow Daoists to come and enjoy the light. Next, we won't go home if we don't get drunk!"

"drink!"

"I did it!"

People from all major forces toasted and drank together, and the table was staggered, and it was fun and happy. Together, they blessed the four-star Xianzong sect, and also blessed Ye Feng who became the master of the four-star power.

"Thank you fellow Daoists!"

Ye Feng raised his glass in return.

at the celebration.

The major forces all drank the medicinal wine from Long Tianxing's hometown.

I feel that this wine is very good, full of praise.

"Good wine!"

Someone else praised it.

The medicinal effect of the Dragon Race medicinal wine is not bad, but it is far from being able to benefit the people of all major forces.

This is because the medicinal wine of the dragon race can only have sufficient effects on low-level practitioners, and it has almost no effect on practitioners who surpass the realm of the gods.

However, it tastes so good!

Even the quasi-sage felt that the taste of the dragon-human medicinal wine was good, and after just one sip, he fell in love with it.

"Sect Master Ye, do you still have this wine?"

"Yeah, I want to buy some to go back."

"This jar of wine, I will give out 3,000 spirit stones!"

Many guests have asked.

Ye Feng looked at Long Tianxing, who was sitting on the seat of the true disciple, and looked at him. The latter understood and got up quickly.

"Hello, seniors!"

"I am Long Tianxing, a true disciple of the Misty Sect. This medicinal wine of the Dragon Race is brewed by my clansmen using special spiritual fruits. The current output is not very large."

"However, our sect has begun to plant this kind of strange spiritual fruit in large quantities, and there will be no shortage of medicinal wine."

Long Tianxing explained to everyone.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Ruyu beside him.

"Well, yes, the raw materials for this medicinal wine are still being ripened, and a large batch of medicinal wine will be produced in a while." Yan Ruyu stood up and said to the crowd.

Jia Yulan on the side nodded silently.

In the sect, Shi Lei is in charge of various buildings, Li Jiaojiao is in charge of the kitchen, Wang Ping'an specializes in alchemy, and Ji Ziling is the real administrator of the library.

As for Jia Yulan and Yan Ruyu, they are the real managers of the Spirit Medicine Garden.

They know how many elixir there are in the Misty Sect.

"I see!"

"Let's wait. Once we have this medicinal wine, we will ask the geniuses of the Misty Sect to leave us some."

When the people of the major forces heard that they were drinking, they all laughed.

Yan Ruyu and the other disciples breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the seats, looked at each other with joy on their faces.

It seems that the Misty Sect can develop a new industry again.

That's... selling wine!

At this time, the city lord of Tianmiao Holy City flickered slightly, stood up slowly, and said to Ye Feng: "Sect Master Ye, just drinking, it doesn't seem to be interesting, why don't you let the younger generation learn from each other?"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at him.

Some were surprised, some frowned, and some looked expectant.

Ye Feng glanced at the lord of Tianmiao Holy City, and found that this person's cultivation was not bad, and he had reached the third rank quasi-sage.

However, Ye Feng did not take him seriously.

If he really wants to fight, even if he just uses the power of the gods, he can easily crush the lord of Tianmiao Holy City to death.

"It's right for the younger generation to learn from each other, that's right!" Ye Feng agreed directly, without any hesitation.

next moment.

A young man in white soft armor stood up.

"Hello, seniors! I am the seventh generation of the Zhou family in the holy city of Wuyao. My name is Zhou Fengyuan. I often hear that the disciples of the Misty Sect are powerful. I wonder if we can learn from each other?"

Zhou Fengyuan deliberately released his breath.

The second peak of the Divine Origin Realm!

Very weak, Ye Feng can blow him to death in one breath.

However, among the younger generation, Zhou Fengyuan is not bad.

on the seat.

Leaf maple face does not change color.

When the lord of Tianmiao Holy City said that he suggested the younger generation to learn from each other, he expected such a scene.

as predicted.

The thorns of Wuyao Holy City quickly stood up.

"It seems that Yin Rurong arranged for the lord of Tianmiao Holy City to come to the celebration, and this person arranged for some forces in Wuyao Holy City next door to stand up to challenge."

"So, is this trying to demolish the platform?"

Ye Feng sneered secretly.

The Misty Sect disciples also felt that the situation was not right.

People from all major forces also began to discuss.

"It seems that Zhou Fengyuan was instructed by some people to specifically challenge the disciples of the Misty Sect, in order to embarrass the Misty Sect."

"indeed!"

"Everyone in the world thinks that Misty Sect can have its current status, and it all depends on Ye Zhangmen and Concubine Tiandi. As for the strength of the disciples, they are not favored by the major forces."

"Yeah! If it weren't for this, a mere seventh-generation disciple of the Zhou family in the holy city of Wu Yao would not dare to stand up and challenge."

On the seat, the Master, the Heavenly Emperor Baipao, and the Heavenly Emperor Huanglong had a voice-transmission conversation.

At this time.

Gong Qingqiu stood up and looked at the disciple seat.

"Since someone is challenging, then, as a disciple of the Misty Sect who understands etiquette, who is going to fight?"

She looked around for a week and asked.

"I'm coming!" Xu Dalei, a second-generation disciple from Beiliang City, stood up.

"Senior brother, what is the use of a bull's knife to kill a chicken? You are a second-generation disciple. To deal with this person, it is enough to use our third-generation disciple." Han Yonghui stood up with his arms crossed.

As soon as he stepped, he came into the air.

It is also the aura of the second-level peak of the Divine Origin Realm, slowly exuding, but it gives people a sense of fierceness.

"can you speak?"

Zhou Fengyuan was annoyed by Han Yonghui's words.

What is "killing a chicken with a bull's knife"? Could it be that my dignified disciple of the seven generations of the Zhou family in the holy city of Wu Yao is actually a chicken?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

boom!

Zhou Fengyuan soared into the sky, bursting out with a terrifying momentum, able to compete with Han Yonghui in the chamber.

"How to fight?" Han Yonghui folded his arms, the long sword behind him kept shaking, as if excited.

"Cough, two young heroes, how about letting the old man be the referee?" A figure in tattered clothes stood up.

This is a bad old man.

He has a big nose, long hair scattered like dry weeds, and an orange wine gourd slung around his waist.

While speaking, the bad old man burped.

"It's a loose cultivator and a drunkard!"

"It is said that the drunken senior is alone, has no family, and likes to drink. He traveled all over the mainland of China, but he did not expect to come to the Ascension Celebration of the Misty Sect."

"The alcoholic man is the emperor of heaven, and his strength is not bad. He is absolutely no problem as a referee."

People from all major forces recognized the old man.

"It turned out to be a drunkard. You will be the judge of this competition!" Ye Feng agreed.

He saw the drunkard with the eye of insight.

This person is not a god, but a quasi-sage!

"A quasi-sage of scattered cultivators who wandered around the world. He is powerful and interesting. It seems that there are still many strong people who I don't know about in the Shenzhou Continent."

Ye Feng secretly said.