Metropolitan Super Deity

Ling Fei stepped on Nangongyang's face and stepped into the Valley of Autumn Wind. Since then, he has gone all the way, like an immortal returning home, quickly disappearing from everyone's eyes.

There was silence behind, and almost everyone was staring at the Nangongyang lying on the ground.

Regardless of his identity, let's just talk about his cultivation base!

That was the person who was personally initiated by the great elder and taught the exercises, and now he has the strength in the later stage of foundation building!

With his strength, in any case, he shouldn't be stomped on the face by a disciple who has just started!

That can only explain one thing, Ling Fei, not only is talented, but also strong!

For a while, Ling Fei was admired by many new disciples.

However, only the few elders, in amazement, couldn't help shaking their heads.

What if you are talented and powerful? What if you are strong? No matter how strong you are, are you stronger than the elder?

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. If you don't understand the truth of the tree's inviting wind, it is still difficult to move.

Ling Fei did not rely on the guidance of his disciples, and went directly to the Lice Hall inside the sect.

This is where you can register your discipleship and choose to teach you a teacher.

Generally speaking, it is not the elders in the sect who choose you, but you declare on your own, as if you are applying for a college entrance examination. Your detailed information will be delivered to the elder you want to report to. If he agrees, then you will be lucky. But if he disagrees, your identity will be embarrassing.

Because you have already chosen this elder, and other elders will definitely never choose you again. You can only practice alone unless you are too talented and valued by other elders.

There were several disciples who were in charge of the policy. Ling Fei lined up into a team that had just finished. The next moment, it was his turn.

"Name."

"Ling Fei."

The next is a non-trivial question, and the most important thing is the test results of those elders. This one was sent directly by the disciple, and it is impossible for you to take it over yourself. Otherwise, if you change it privately, it would be too treacherous.

From the stack of test results, Ling Fei's results were found, and the disciple who was in charge of the policy was taken aback.

"Are you already a foundation builder?"

"how?"

"It's nothing."

That disciple was full of envy.

For a young disciple like Ling Fei, who hasn't even gotten started is to build a foundation, and his future is just around the corner!

"I don't know which elder brother wants to go to practice Dao Fa?"

"I want to go to the seat of the elders of Shenyuan. She was kind to me when I was young."

"what?"

The disciple exclaimed, causing Ling Fei to frown slightly.

"What? Is there anything wrong?"

"No, no, I just think that some of your talents are so good that you should go to the seat of a better elder."

Ling Fei vaguely noticed something bad from the other party's hesitation.

"What happened to Elder Shenyuan?"

The disciple took a careful look at the others before whispering to Ling Fei:

"Elder Shenyuan, as early as half a year ago, he had passed away because of a delusion!"

"what did you say?"

Ling Fei's pupils shrank, and he reached out and grabbed the opponent's collar.

"You're talking nonsense, believe it or not I'm crushing your neck now?"

"Hey, brother, if you have something to say, and if you have something to say, I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can go to the cemetery in Houshan."

"Humph!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Fei threw him on the chair, his body flashed a few times, and left Lice Hall.

Without needing anyone to give directions, Ling Fei went directly to the Cemetery at Houshan in Autumn Wind Valley. There were tens of thousands of stone tablets here, large and small, and Ling Fei's spiritual knowledge spread out, but in an instant he found the inscription inscribed with the handwriting of Shenyuan.

"Master."

Ling Fei stretched out his hand to touch the stone stele, his eyes were a little sore, and his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

In his entire life, there is only one master, one who treats him like a son.

In his previous life, when he first came to the realm of cultivation, he had no knowledge of the realm of cultivation, and he didn't even know the words of the realm of cultivation. It was the weak woman who rescued him from the mouth of the beast, and taught him how to survive in the realm of cultivation and how to cultivate.

She was also the one who blocked the enemy for herself when the Autumn Wind Valley fell, and used her own life in exchange for her own escape.

Because of this, Ling Fei finally became the **** of transformation, and only then could he obtain the energy of the Supreme Great Emperor, and be able to rebirth and return to the earth again as a strong man.

It can be said that most of Ling Fei's destiny is closely related to Shenyuan, which is why Ling Fei named his daughter Shenyuan for the purpose of commemorating Shenyuan.

In this life, Ling Fei returned to the world of cultivating immortals. He wanted to make up for Shenyuan and change her destiny so that she would never die again.

But I didn't expect that, in the end, I still couldn't catch up.

"You are the one, you want to worship Shenyuan as the disciple of the master?"

A familiar voice rang from behind, Ling Fei turned his head and said softly:

"The disciple has seen a real head teacher."

It was an elegant middle-aged man in a robes of heaven and earth. When Ling Fei shouted that he was teaching a real person, he couldn't help but smiled and said:

"It seems like I have never seen you before? How do you know that I am the teacher of Autumn Wind Valley?"

Ling Fei's heart suddenly burst, and he realized that when he was sad, he had forgotten his life and had just come to the world of cultivating immortals.

But he was indifferent, and he didn't get too flustered. He just said indifferently:

"Master Shenyuan once made portraits of real masters for his disciples."

The real palm teacher looked at Ling Fei with a smile.

"This is really strange. Little Junior Sister never said that she admired me."

But looking at his appearance, it seems that he doesn't want to go into it.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about it, the younger sister is gone, you don’t have the fate to become masters and apprentices~www.readwn.com~ However, if you insist on doing this, I don’t have to say much. From now on, you will remember your childhood. Under the name of Junior Sister, then, let me coach."

Ling Fei nodded.

"Thank you, uncle teacher."

"Okay, leave the former residence of the little junior sister to you, and look for me in the main hall tomorrow morning."

Ling Fei nodded, taught the real person, turned around to leave, Ling Fei immediately called him.

"Uncle, my master, how did you die?"

The real headmaster had a meal, but he didn't turn around and come back.

"Siren is dead, let her rest in peace."

Ling Fei narrowed his eyes, and the surrounding air immediately dropped several degrees.

"If my master did accidentally get into the evil for my own reasons, I wouldn't say anything. But if my master was for other reasons, then I would definitely not let her die in vain!"