Chapter 465 Talent Requirements

"Master, many people have gathered in the square, all of them are here to become disciples." Zhong Qing

walked in and said softly.

"Oh?"

Yi Feng jumped up instantly, his face full of surprise. When he was about to go outside, he found Zhong Qing who was hesitant to speak.

"Disciple, do you have anything to say?" Yi Feng asked softly.

"Master, what I want to ask is whether you are a cultivator!" Zhong Qing said expectantly.

"The secret cannot be revealed, you will know when the time comes."

Yi Feng touched Zhong Qing's little head lovingly.

Yi Feng really couldn't bear to lie to this hardworking disciple, but he also didn't want to let him down.

So it's better to avoid this question for the time being.

When I have one hundred disciples and can practice cultivation myself, then that will be the best answer.

Looking at Zhong Qing who was touching his head with a silly look on his face, Yi Feng smiled, ignored him, and hurried to the square.

You won't know until you go there, and you'll be shocked when you see it.

Under the leadership of these old men and women, the square was full of people.

If there were other people here, I'm afraid their eyes would fall out.

Because at this moment in the square, except for those old men and women with obscure auras, the young people are all proud sons of heaven without exception, and the lowest strength is already the human immortal cultivation.

Of course.

They can reach the level of human immortals, not because they are so evil.

It's because the irrigation of immortals in Xianjiang Continent some time ago has made the cultivation of the cultivators in the entire continent rise.

In addition, most of them have enjoyed the benefits of their ancestors living in Pingjiang City.

It is even more exaggerated to say that this group of proud young men were completely raised by the garbage dump in front of the martial arts hall.

After all, for these younger generations, a piece of broken paper in the garbage dump may allow them to understand their entire lives.

And it is this group of proud young men and women whose cultivation is hard to see through, all standing respectfully in the square, with awe on their faces.

Yi Feng roughly counted and found that there were about dozens of young people who came to become his disciples.

Yi Feng was overjoyed.

This group of old men and women simply completed more than half of his task of recruiting disciples in an instant!

At this moment, a cursing voice came from afar.

"Old Ancestor, although you managed to make me a human immortal, I am so fat that even an eight-life martial emperor would be embarrassing. I should not go and embarrass myself, right?" A fat man who looked like a small mountain reluctantly moved his feet, flashing a pair of small eyes and said bitterly.

"Chi Yitong, you hurry up and get out of here, you hear me, don't you know how many people want to have this opportunity but don't have it, you have this opportunity but you don't know how to cherish it!" The old man was so angry that he kicked the fat man's butt with his legs.

These kicks were not painful or itchy at all for the fat man's fat, but due to the old man's authority, he had to hold his head and move forward.

"Hey, sorry, sir, I'm late."

The old man said apologetically, and then he pulled the fat man into the crowd.

But he didn't expect that the rebellious son took out the pig's trotter again, lowered his head and secretly gnawed it.

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat, and you have lost face for my Chi family."

"Old ancestor, but I'm really hungry!"

"How dare you talk back."

The old man knocked on Chi Yitong several times, and the sound of regret came out.

The other young talents in the field looked at the fat man, and showed some disdain. How could such a person have the qualifications to come to such a place.

"Hey, excuse me, excuse me."

The old man smiled apologetically, and kicked Chi Yitong several times in secret.

"No problem."

Yi Feng smiled.

As long as he could find an apprentice, it didn't matter if he was a little late. After all, one more person meant more progress.

After waiting for a while, seeing that almost everyone was there, Yi Feng began to recruit apprentices.

He looked around and directly picked Chi Yitong. Who said that this fat guy was so outstanding in terms of figure and other aspects.

"Come here."

Yi Feng said softly.

The fat man who was gnawing on pig's trotters raised his head.

Others also looked at Chi Yitong with disbelief.

"What are you still doing? The master is calling you." The old man kicked Chi Yitong on the butt again and shouted hurriedly.

Hearing this, Chi Yitong finally came to his senses, wiped the oil off his mouth, and ran to Yi Feng respectfully.

"Ahem, let me check your talent!"

Yi Feng touched the fat man's shoulder in a pretentious manner, looked at his palm, and nodded his head lightly.

In fact,

he didn't care about talent.

But after all, in front of so many people, he, the leader of a sect, had to pretend to be good.

Of course,

he used the system to test him.

It was a super rubbish talent.

But whether the talent was rubbish or not, Yi Feng didn't care, the key was to be able to accept disciples.

"Well, the talent is average, but with a little training, he can be a promising talent." Yi Feng lied seriously.

Hearing this.

There was a burst of exclamations in the field.

Countless people looked at Chi Yitong with envy.

Chi Yitong himself was also stunned.

Of course, the most excited person was the old man from the Chi family.

Originally, he himself relied on luck to get to Pingjiang City, and his descendants really didn't have anything to show off, so he brought Chi Yitong.

He brought Chi Yitong just to try his luck and never had any hope.

But he didn't expect that Yi Feng would be the first one to be chosen.

"Hahaha, my Chi family is going to rise!"

The old man of the Chi family laughed on the spot, and bowed to Yi Feng vigorously.

Yi Feng touched his forehead awkwardly.

His face was full of black lines.

Isn't this too excited?

If this old man knew that he was just an empty shell, who knows what expression he would have.

But never mind.

As long as he accepts 100 disciples, his identity as a cultivator will be worthy of the name.

He smiled calmly.

He continued to show the aura of a sect leader, and looked around at everyone in a pretentious manner.

Under Yi Feng's gaze, young talents and proud sons of heaven became excited, and looked at Yi Feng with hope.

However.

Just when Yi Feng was about to pick someone at random to be his disciple, the voice of the system suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Ding."

"It is detected that the host's new disciple is not qualified enough, and the task progress is still 3/100."

"What the hell?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yi Feng was stunned.

"Why, do you still need qualifications to accept disciples?" Yi Feng couldn't help asking the system.

"Ding."

"The minimum talent requirement for accepting disciples: ordinary qualifications."

"Ordinary qualifications?"

Yi Feng blinked his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

It's just ordinary qualifications.

This is not a big deal. x33xs.

After all, his little useless apprentice Zhong Qing also has an ordinary qualification, so among the dozens of people in front of him, there must be a large part of ordinary qualifications, right?

"Start talent detection."

"Detect everyone present."

Yi Feng sent a voice to the system, and then raised the corners of his mouth and waited for the result.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.