Wang San remembers it clearly!
Qin Feng is from Fengcheng.
Does this kid know some inside information?
"Qin Feng, what happened in your Fengcheng?" Wang San asked hurriedly.
to be honest!
The sect accepts quite a few people every year.
However, there are not many geniuses.
It's about the level of an inner sect core disciple.
Direct disciple level!
It takes almost ten years to come across one.
Maple City!
Very remote!
Yudu Town is remote.
But Fengcheng is still ten thousand miles away.
It's a remote and poor place!
It is considered good if a genius emerges every century.
And now, there are so many geniuses.
Something is wrong! Absolutely wrong!
Suddenly, he thought of Qin Feng.
A genius who has mastered the sword.
Black Wind Gorge...
Is it possible that everyone in Fengcheng is like this?
Wang San was excited. If their Yun Sect could acquire so many talented people, their rise to prominence would be just around the corner.
Qin Feng said slowly: "It was about two months ago, more than 20 people from the sect came.
They chose some holy sons and holy daughters!
He also has many direct disciples."
"Ah???" Wei Qingshu screamed.
His handsome face was filled with fear.
He held his head and looked at Qin Feng as if he had seen a ghost.
"Holy Son? Holy Daughter? Do you know what you are talking about???" Wei Qingshu felt as if all the hairs on his body were standing on end.
Holy Son and Holy Daughter!
That is a future sect leader-level existence.
Their Yun Sect hasn't had a Holy Son or Holy Daughter for a hundred years.
"How many?" Wang San's lips trembled.
He looked at Qin Feng with some disbelief.
Could it be that this kid is taking out what he learned on the flying chariot now?
Even if you want to brag, you can't do that.
“There should be fifteen or sixteen holy sons and holy daughters in total.
I know three of them!
There should be five or six hundred direct disciples!
The rest are mostly core disciples, probably more than 2,000 in number," Qin Feng said.
Seeing Wang San's horrified expression, Qin Feng's heart was also filled with ripples.
He had seen how powerful Wang San was.
He can remain calm when seeing a powerful Jindan master.
And now, so horrified.
It turns out that Liu Manman, Long Xinrui and others are so talented!
No wonder Liu Zhengxian wanted to cancel his engagement with Liu Manman so much.
Fang Wuqi, who took Liu Manman away, and Zhao Jianwen's sect are definitely not weaker than Yunzong.
well!
Qin Feng sighed in his heart.
Many years later!
When I see Liu Manman and the others again, will they have grown into the people I look up to?
"Fifteen or sixteen Holy Sons and Holy Daughters? Five or six hundred direct disciples? More than two thousand core disciples???
Boy, you didn't lie to me!" Wei Qingshu was furious.
Unable to bear the news brought by Qin Feng.
"Uncle Master, I want to go to Fengcheng! I want to go to Fengcheng! Boy, take me there!" Wei Qingshu grabbed Qin Feng's shoulders and shook him hard.
"Everyone has been taken away." Qin Feng said.
Hearing the sound, Wei Qingshu almost cried.
"Why? Why?"
"Okay, stop going crazy!" Wang San raised his leg and kicked Wei Qingshu out.
"Qin Feng, what happened in your Fengcheng? How come so many geniuses suddenly appeared?" Wang San wondered.
Fifteen or sixteen holy sons and daughters!
Hundreds of direct disciples!
It's so scary.
A burst of genius!
Something big must have happened.
"During the ancestral worship ceremony, our ancestors all returned and left behind many traditions!
Almost everyone has a share!" Qin Feng said.
"Ah?" Wang San was shocked.
Wei Qingshu was shocked.
"Wei Qingshu, take Qin Feng to the newcomers, and I'll go find your master and the others." Wang San turned around.
"Uncle Wang, you'd better not go to Fengcheng." Qin Feng reminded.
Over in Fengcheng, the evil spirit ran out.
Wang San has gone and he probably won’t be able to come back.
Wang San stopped and turned around!
He looked at Qin Feng with a puzzled look.
"Why?"
"There's a big terror over there! It's similar to the Black Wind Gorge!" Qin Feng said.
Wang San felt his scalp tingling as he thought about the horror of Black Wind Gorge.
"Okay, okay, I got it." Wang San ran away holding Lin Nan.
No matter what, since their Yun Sect has received the news, they must go and take a look.
It only takes a few months to go back and forth.
He understood what the ancestral worship ceremony was.
The arrival of the ancestors is almost becoming a legend.
Now, everyone from Fengcheng has returned. Something big must have happened.
"Qin Feng, right? Then why weren't you selected? Which sects are they from? Can you tell me about them?" Wei Qingshu asked.
Qin Feng smiled bitterly: "It's because of poor talent!"
Wei Qingshu was stunned.
Then he smiled bitterly again.
Yes, if Qin Feng had good talent, why would he come to their Yun Sect?
He must have been chosen long ago.
"Oh, luck, it's all luck!" Wei Qingshu sighed, leading Qin Feng along the sea of flowers, and walking into the distance.
A gentle breeze blows by.
Colorful petals dance lightly in the wind.
Hit in the face!
Hit the tip of the nose!
Refreshing!
Cranes in the sky swooped down.
Holding flower petals in the mouth, wandering in the sea of flowers.
Soon, Qin Feng was led to a valley.
There were more than two hundred people in the valley.
Different ages!
From eight or nine years old to twenty years old, there are all kinds.
The lineup is weird!
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