The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

　　 "Is my son beaten like this by Ye Feng with bare hands?" Long Zhenchuan asked while looking at the two guards.

"Yes."

　　 The two guards dared not hide.

　　 "Talk about the specific process."

　　 "Ye Feng's head didn't fluctuate in spirit, nor did he use any insidious means. He just used a set of strange boxing techniques to beat the little boy out of nowhere."

　　 "What boxing technique?"

　　 Long Zhenchuan asked curiously.

　　 The two guards gave a similar look, and said with a weird expression: "We only heard Ye Zhangmen shouting out strange names such as'white cranes brighten their wings, imaginary steps brighten their palms, lunges and kicks, and look back.'"

　　Long Zhenchuan: "Empty step, bright palm?"

　　 He frowned and waved to the two guards: "Okay, go down!"

"Yes."

　　 Waiting for the two guards to leave, Long Zhenchuan narrowed his eyes.

　　 "Just relying on the strength of the physical body to beat the five-fold Qi-refining Wuer like this, Ye Feng's physique is very strong, at least comparable to mine, indicating that this person's cultivation is not simple."

　　 "Several disciples of that ethereal sect have all mastered the spells to great accomplishment and consummation, and there must be expert advice."

　　 "And this expert must be Ye Feng."

　　 "Vanity school... hidden deep enough!"

　　 From Long Zhenchuan's point of view, Ye Feng must have taken certain pill to perfectly hide the aura fluctuations in his body.

　　 As for the purpose of doing this, he couldn't guess.

　　 But Long Zhenchuan knows one thing.

　　 Ye Feng is very dangerous!

　　 Moreover, the time when the monsters will be rampant in the near future, the Long Family should not be enmity with the mysterious faction of unknown strength at this time, so as not to increase the loss.

　　 So, Long Zhenchuan sent an order from Long’s house:

　　 "Order to go down, and see the ethereal people, make detours as much as possible, no conflicts, let alone enemies."

　　 The order spread quickly in Long's family.

　　 In a side courtyard of the Long’s house.

　　 Hearing the news, a boy with silver hair and blue eyes ran into a bedroom with a very delicate layout and said to a woman in her thirties who was cutting paper:

　　 "Mother, I heard that a sect called the Misty School is very powerful, and even the Long Family is very jealous, so I want to worship that sect."

　　 The woman raised her head, revealing a slightly pale but unusually beautiful face.

　　 She smiled bitterly: "Stay well at Long's house, isn't that good?"

　　 The silver-haired boy clenched his fists: "But, Uncle, he wouldn't let me practice, so how would I know my life experience?"

　　 "Your uncle will not let you practice because it protects you, and it's better not to know your life experience."

　　 The woman lowered her head and continued to cut the paper.

　　 The silver-haired boy bit his lip and quietly exited the bedroom.

　　His name is Long Tianxing, with his mother's surname.

　　 As for who his father is, no one knows the whole Long family except his mother.

　　Long Tianxing wanted to cultivate, and then left Baifu City, went outside to look at the prosperous world, and by the way, figure out his own life experience.

　　 However, his uncle Long Zhenchuan would not let him practice.

　　 Although there is no danger in staying at Long's house, Long Tianxing does not want to lead a boring life without freedom like a "canary".

　　 "The world is so big, I want to see it!"

　　Long Tianxing put on a cloak, using the wall-climbing skills he cultivated since childhood, he easily surpassed the wall and left the Long's house, which was not heavily guarded.

　　...

　　 Baizong Plaza.

　　 Ye Feng sat in the sun.

　　 An hour has passed, but no one has joined the Misty faction, making him sad.

　　 is already the fourth day.

　　 In three days, the assessment period will end.

　　 He must recruit six more registered disciples within the time limit, otherwise he will not pass the task during the assessment period.

　　 "I want to join the Misty faction."

　　 At this time, a slightly immature voice sounded.

　　 Ye Feng raised his head in surprise, and looked at the short figure in the cloak with the people around.

　　 "This kid seems to be less than one meter and five meters, right?"

　　 Ye Feng was sitting on a chair, and the person speaking had to raise his head to look at him, showing that he was very short.

　　 However, joining the martial art does not depend on the height.

　　 Thinking of this, Ye Feng opened his spiritual eyes and looked up and down the man in the cloak, and found that the other's heart had its own spiritual fluctuations, and his physique was very good, and his roots should not be bad.

　　 Moreover, the system did not send out a "non-conformity" prompt, indicating that this person, as he thought, can be accepted as a named disciple.

　　 "Name, birthday, roots, cultivation base, origin, all report."

　　 Ye Feng took out the roster, looked at the cloak man seriously, and found that this guy deliberately lowered his head, so he didn't dare to show his face.

　　 However, vaguely, I can still see that this is a beautiful boy paper with tender skin.

　　 "Well, he looks pretty shy..."

　　 Ye Feng thought in his heart.

　　 "My name is Long Tianxing, I am thirteen years old and I am rooted? I don't know how much it is. I haven't cultivated it yet. I come from the Long family."

　　Long Tianxing said weakly after disguising.

　　 "It turned out to be from the Long Family!"

　　 The eyes of the people around are widening.

　　 As soon as Long Qitian was beaten by Ye Feng, did the Long Family send him undercover?

　　 But, this undercover technique is too bad!

　　 How can you report your own home?

　　 "Are you from the Long Family? What is the relationship between Long Qitian and you?" Ye Feng was also surprised. Several disciples also looked at Long Tianxing with weird expressions.

　　 "Long Qitian is my cousin."

　　Long Tianxing was worried that Ye Feng would not accept him. He made a faint mosquito noise, and he almost couldn't hear him.

　　 But it didn't take long for Ye Feng to stamp the roster with only a "bang".

　　 "I am the head of Ye Feng. From today, you will be our six disciples of the ethereal school. Those are your senior brothers and sisters, Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, Li Jiaojiao, Mo Ying."

　　 Ye Feng stood up and pointed to Shi Lei and his group beside him, UU reading www.uukānshu. com made a brief introduction.

　　 The fifth disciple Shu Hongyu was practicing outside. Although he didn't know what the situation was, Ye Feng thought for a while, still planning to reserve a place for her.

　　 "The head is really willing to accept me?"

　　 Long Tianxing raised his head excitedly.

　　 But because of the high speed of raising his head and the strong wind in the square, he lifted the hooded cap on his head, revealing the appearance of silver hair and blue pupils.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 "It turned out to be the nephew of Long's family!"

　　 "I heard that he was not a human, but was born of Long Zhenchuan's little sister and an alien man."

　　 "It is said that Long Zhenchuan, the lord of the Long Family, did not allow Long Tianxing to practice because he was worried that he would go out and cause trouble."

　　 "Unexpectedly, he would join the Fancy Faction. Aren't you afraid of being spanked by his uncle?"

　　 "What are you afraid of, if Long Zhenchuan dares to fight, I'm sure Long Tianxing will cut her hair in the first month."

　　"..."

　　 Exclaimed from the surrounding crowd.

　　 The discussion is endless.

　　 "Alien!"

　　 Mo Ying looked at Long Tianxing, frowning slightly.

　　 On the way to Baifu City, she met an alien woman and played against each other, regardless of the outcome.

　　 Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, and Li Jiaojiao also widened their eyes, but there was no disgust or disgust in their eyes, they were simply curious.

　　Long Tianxing looks really cute.

　　 has long silver hair, casually tied with a red string tied with a bow. A pair of blue eyes are very clear, like a vast blue lake.

　　 But at this moment, because of his appearance, Long Tianxing's beautiful eyes are full of panic.

"do not look!"

　　 He quickly put on his hat, covered his eyes with his hands, and hurriedly peeked at other people's expressions from his fingers.