Chapter 226 Accepting the Son of Fortune as a Disciple

In the depths of the Hanhai Desert, amidst the yellow sand, a caravan was advancing slowly in the yellow sand.

More than a thousand meters behind the caravan, a young man in cloth clothes holding a fine steel sword was hanging far behind the caravan, heading towards the Baoquan Oasis hundreds of miles away.

The young man's name was Zhang Yan, an ordinary adventurer in the Baoquan Oasis.

The reason why he was hanging far behind the caravan was that he wanted to travel with the caravan and use the caravan's power to avoid the attacks of sand bandits and desert beasts.

"I have earned ten immortal stones. As long as I return to the Baoquan Oasis, I can buy healing pills to cure my sister's illness!"

Zhang Yan glanced at the ten immortal stones on his body, and whispered to himself with excitement and expectation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this moment, a series of crisp air-breaking sounds rang out from the yellow sand on both sides of the caravan.

One by one, the sand bandits jumped out from the yellow sand, drew their bows like full moons, and poured sharp arrows at the caravan, easily shooting the caravan guards and servants on the spot.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

As angry voices rang out, the caravan guards and servants reacted quickly, relying on the caravan's carriages to form a circular defense circle, trying to resist the attack of the sand bandits.

"Kill them all!"

At this time, the leader of the sand bandits waved his saber, pointed at the caravan in a circle, and shouted with fierce light in his eyes.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

As the leader of the sand bandits gave an order, one by one, the sand bandits rode on their horses, waved their scimitars, and rushed straight to the defense circle formed by the caravan.

Facing the fierce attack of the sand bandits, the guards in the caravan immediately raised their weapons and tried their best to resist the attack of the sand bandits, so that they could not break through the circular defense circle.

"Although there are many immortals in the fairyland, most of them are ordinary cultivators below the True Immortal Realm.

These ordinary cultivators below the True Immortal Realm, like the mortals on the Tianwu Continent, can only live at the bottom of society and lead an ordinary life!

At the same time, these ordinary cultivators below the True Immortal Realm will fight fiercely and brutally for wealth, territory and other cultivation resources, which is not much different from mortals at all!"

Looking at the actions of the sand bandits attacking the caravan below, Yang Feng, who was suspended in the sky, couldn't help but sighed softly.

After sighing, Yang Feng waved his hand, and sharp sword lights condensed on his side, with a sharp edge, slashing towards the sand bandits.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the crisp sounds, more than a thousand sand bandits were killed by the sharp sword lights, turning into countless flesh and blood fragments, scattered on the yellow sand.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life!"

Seeing this, the guards and servants in the caravan were overjoyed and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yang Feng to express their gratitude.

"I wish I could become a Master!"

"If I could become a Master, I wouldn't be bullied, I could take good care of my sister, and let her live a life of luxury!"

Looking at Yang Feng in the sky, Zhang Yan, who was more than a thousand meters away from the caravan, had a flash of envy in his eyes, and couldn't help but whisper.

At this time, Yang Feng, who was about to leave, suddenly had an idea and couldn't help but look at Zhang Yan.

I saw a series of brilliant golden lights appearing above Zhang Yan's head.

A powerful dragon of luck hovered above Zhang Yan's head.

"What a powerful power of luck! This is a sign of a son of luck!"

Seeing the dragon of luck above Zhang Yan's head, Yang Feng couldn't help but sigh softly.

Amidst the sighs, Yang Feng flashed and disappeared from the spot, and appeared in front of Zhang Yan and said: "Young man, what's your name?"

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zhang Yan quickly responded: "Master, my name is Zhang Yan!"

"Zhang Yan, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

As soon as Zhang Yan's voice fell, Yang Feng said with a smile on his face.

By accepting the son of luck as a disciple, you can share the power of luck of the son of luck.

Under the effect of the ten thousand times return system, the power of luck obtained by Yang Feng can directly exceed that of the son of luck.

And this is why Yang Feng took the initiative to accept Zhang Yan as a disciple.

Of course, Zhang Yan's character is also very good.

Otherwise, Yang Feng would rather kill him and plunder his luck than accept him as a disciple.

"Master, if I worship you as my master, must I follow you?"

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zhang Yan was happy at first, and then asked Yang Feng with a serious face.

"You don't have to follow me!"

"After all, cultivation is a personal matter, and others can't help too much!"

"After I accept you as my disciple, I will teach you some skills and magical powers, give you some treasures, accompany and teach you for a period of time, and then it will all depend on you to cultivate!"

Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Master, please accept your disciple's worship!"

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Yan knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Feng three times.

"Get up! My name is Yang Feng, and I am a disciple of Wuji Sect, one of the four holy places of the human race!"

"From today on, you are a disciple of our Wuji Sect!"

"This is your identity token. After you cultivate to the true fairyland, you can take this identity token and officially worship Wuji Sect!"

Looking at Zhang Yan who kowtowed to him, Yang Feng said with a smile.

While speaking, Yang Feng had a thought in his mind, and took out some materials from the space ring, refined it into a token, and handed it to Zhang Yan.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Yan took the identity token and responded respectfully before standing up and waiting for Yang Feng's instructions.

"Zhang Yan was actually accepted as a disciple by Master Immortal. It's so enviable!"

"Zhang Yan's talent is not very strong. How could he be chosen by Master Immortal?"

"Zhang Yan is just so lucky that he was chosen by Master Immortal!"

"With Master Immortal as his backer, Zhang Yan can walk sideways in our Baoquan Oasis from now on!"

",,,,,"

The caravan guards and servants not far away heard the conversation between Yang Feng and Zhang Yan and exclaimed involuntarily, their eyes full of envy and jealousy.

"Disciple, I will take you home first and teach you some skills and magical powers!"

Hearing the exclamations of the caravan guards and servants not far away, Yang Feng smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously. After saying something to Zhang Yan, he waved his hand, rolled up Zhang Yan, and turned into a stream of light, heading hundreds of miles away. The Baoquan Oasis outside flew away.