Great Sword Master

(Second update)

Eyes fell on Chen Feng.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his breath, and calmed his mind.

As one of the true disciples, Ye Yunqi was fought over by the Twelve Peaks. As a true disciple himself, he should be no less good.

"True disciple Chen Feng, do you have supernatural powers?" the figure from Tianlan Peak asked.

"No." Chen Feng answered truthfully.

As for the God of Creation, that is top secret.

"In this case, I, Tianlan Peak, give up." Tianlan Peak said without hesitation.

Each peak selects disciples from high to low.

Among the disciples present, there are two true disciples. Naturally, we should start with the true disciples first, and then select the core disciples.

"I, Hanhaifeng, give up." Hanhaifeng's figure also said.

Representatives on each peak expressed their resignation one after another. Chen Feng's body shook as if struck by lightning, and his face turned pale.

Ye Yunqi showed a gloating smile.

"Now you understand, if an ordinary person without any supernatural powers is lucky enough to become a disciple of the true disciple, what will happen?"

Ye Yunqi's voice reached Chen Feng's ears, like a sharp knife stabbing him hard.

"The absence of supernatural powers means that the potential is limited. Even if you train with all your heart, it will be difficult to compete with the geniuses in the future. I, Xuanyuanfeng, give up." One of the figures who had not spoken just now sighed slightly.

Representatives of one mountain after another expressed their giving up, and Chen Feng's face became increasingly pale.

"It's a pity that if you can choose one more person, I, Qingye Peak, may not be able to give you a spot."

"True disciple Chen Feng, if I, the Deadwood Peak, fail to choose a disciple in the end, I will give you a chance to join the peak." The representative of the Deadwood Peak said immediately, his tone was casual and seemed to have a hint of charity.

Chen Feng's heart felt suffocated, and unspeakable anger grew deep in his heart.

Alms?

I don't need it!

In the end, no one at Seventy-One Peak chose Chen Feng.

"True disciple Chen Feng, it seems that you can only stay in the disciple hall with me." The burly old man shook his head slightly, said to Chen Feng with regret, and then encouraged: "However, as long as you are capable, you may not be unable to become a strong man in the future. ”

Having said that, the burly old man actually didn't think highly of Chen Feng either.

The absence of magic means that there is a high probability that it will be lost to the public.

"Thank you, Palace Master." Chen Feng looked resolute and saluted slightly to the burly old man.

Next, is the selection of the sixty-eight core disciples. Tiancang Peak has selected Ye Yunqi and will withdraw from the competition.

After a period of time, the sixty-eight core disciples also had their own affiliations, and only Chen Feng remained.

“So what if four drums are played?”

"What about true disciples?"

The core disciples looked at Chen Feng with eyes filled with pity and disdain.

The burly old man, the master of the disciple hall, couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Fortune plays tricks on people.

At the same time, a bright silver-white sword light seemed to fly from the sky, as fast as lightning and an aurora, arriving in an instant.

"Chen Feng, my name is Wang Yuandao. If you wish to become my master, step on this sword."

A voice that seemed to have an arrogant charm sounded from the sword light, and the brilliant silver-white sword light suddenly stopped at Chen Feng's feet.

Chen Feng keenly noticed that the divine light on the figures on the Seventy-One Peak fluctuated one after another, and the face of the burly old man, the master of the disciple hall, also showed surprise and surprise.

In just a short breath, Chen Feng made a decision.

He took one step forward and stood on the shining silver-white sword light. The sword light immediately rose into the sky.

Chen Feng's scalp was numb and he almost screamed. Fortunately, the sword light seemed to have a suction force that firmly held his body in place, otherwise he would have fallen in the air.

"I didn't expect it to be him..." The burly old man watched Chen Feng being driven away by the sword, and murmured to himself: "But it's better than staying in my disciple hall and hanging around."

"Great uncle, that's..." Ye Yunqi's expression changed.

I was originally gloating over the misfortune and feeling extremely happy, but I didn't expect that someone would actually be willing to accept Chen Feng.

"Wang Yuandao is the master of Juejian Peak." The people from Tiancang Peak suddenly whispered.

"Peak Master!" Ye Yunqi's expression changed dramatically.

Anyone who is not a fool can understand what it means to be the Lord of a Peak.

Isn't it better to be accepted as a disciple by the Lord of Yifeng than to be accepted as a disciple by the elder of Yifeng?

Thinking of this, Ye Yunqi's face turned pale.

He could no longer ignore Chen Feng.

"Although Juejian Peak is ranked among the seventy-two peaks, it is at the bottom of the thirty-six lower peaks."

"Yes, Juejian Peak has declined. Now there are no disciples. There is only one peak master and his old servant. Even the peak master has not long left."

"Being a disciple of Juejian Peak is no different from cutting off your own path."

Ye Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief.

A group of core disciples were also relieved.

"What a pity..." Jin Hongdang couldn't help but secretly regret it. He had already regarded Chen Feng as a friend after many contacts on the sky survey ship.

…

The brilliant silver-white sword light drove across the sky, speeding past as fast as lightning.

Chen Feng truly experienced what it meant to be so fast. Compared with the speed at which he exploded with all his strength, he was ashamed to death.

The surrounding scenery flashed by and was extremely blurry.

Just when Chen Feng felt like he was about to get dizzy, the sword light suddenly penetrated a thick cloud and mist and reached a mountain peak.

The sword light landed and paused. Chen Feng felt that his head was dizzy and he could not distinguish between east, west, north and south.

"Old servant Yang Tao greets the young master." An old but vigorous voice came into his ears. Chen Feng quickly woke up and looked carefully. He saw a kind-looking old man in gray clothes looking at him with a smile a few meters away.

For a moment, Chen Feng felt that his brain seemed to be slow and he didn't know how to respond.

"Young master, follow me." The old man said with a smile, turned around and walked away. Chen Feng followed him dizzily, and his eyes swept over and looked around.

In the distance, there were bamboo buildings standing, but they seemed to be empty, which seemed particularly deserted.

"Those were the residences of the followers of the master and the elders and disciples of this peak." As if he noticed Chen Feng's gaze, the old man explained casually: "But now, the buildings are empty."

"Why did they leave?" Chen Feng asked subconsciously.

"You will know later." The old man responded with a smile.

Soon, under the guidance of the old man, Chen Feng arrived at a cliff. The cliff was like a leaf hanging out in the air, as if it was about to fly up, and outside was an endless sea of ​​clouds.

"Master, Chen Feng is here." The old man bowed.

Chen Feng discovered that there was a figure standing on the cliff, facing the sea of ​​clouds and back to the bamboo building, wearing a white shirt.

He had no feeling at all just now, as if it did not exist, but when he came to his senses and noticed the back, Chen Feng's face changed drastically, his pupils shrank, and a shock that he could not help but surge in his heart.

It seemed that the figure in white was infinitely tall, like a giant sword standing on the ground pointing to the sky and breaking through the clouds, majestic and boundless, with an indescribable sharpness that tore the sky and split the earth, as if it could split the mountains and the sea.

The next breath, the figure in white turned around, and Chen Feng only saw a pair of blazing and boundless eyes, with a brilliant divine light that penetrated everything.

He couldn't help but tense up all over, as if he could see through everything.

"My name is Wang Yuandao, the master of Juejian Peak. Are you willing to become my disciple?" The voice of the man in white seemed to come from the sky, mighty and sharp.

"Disciple Chen Feng pays homage to Master."

Chen Feng quickly came to his senses and immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Get up." Wang Yuandao's voice came, Chen Feng stood up, and only then did he see the appearance of the man in white clearly.

His long hair was down, his temples were gray, and he looked about forty years old, but his face was extremely handsome and graceful, but for some reason, Chen Feng felt that the other party seemed a little old and decadent.

"You have become my disciple, and you are my closed disciple." Wang Yuandao had a faint smile on his lips: "From now on, you will stay in Juejian Peak to practice."

"Yes, Master." Chen Feng responded immediately.

"You have many questions in your heart, you can say them now, and I will answer them for you." Wang Yuandao smiled and said: "Then, you will start practicing."