Chapter 468 A Quota
A few days later.
Yi Feng was gloomy.
"The damn system has cheated me again!"
Yi Feng cursed, because the flyers had been sent out for several days, but still no one came to become his disciple.
Fortunately, the sects in Dongsheng are not like those in Beihai, and there are many more disciples who can practice than in Beihai.
Every few years, the sect alliance will organize a new ceremony.
To put it bluntly, the new ceremony is to recruit disciples.
It is held uniformly in a certain place by the sect alliance, and the disciples who meet the requirements of practice will become candidates for selection.
Then the major sects can select suitable disciples from the candidates to join their own sects.
And Yi Feng was notified that his Tiandi Sect also has a selection quota.
This can be considered a benefit given by the Sect Alliance. After all, his Tiandi Sect is a ninth-grade sect certified by the Sect Alliance.
Immediately,
Yi Feng set out with Qing Huanxiang.
After all,
it would be a waste to not have this disciple picked up for free.
And this new ceremony was held in Nansha. Yi Feng rode on a flying sword and carried Qing Huanxiang to Nansha, rubbing the ground.
A few days later, the two arrived in Nansha.
Of course,
in fact, Yi Feng's flying sword can be much faster, but when they just left Pingjiang, the two almost hit a tree, so Yi Feng slowed down.
But even so, the wind blew all the way, and it made him have a migraine.
By the time the two arrived at the ceremony, the entrance ceremony was almost over, and those high-level sects had already left with their talented disciples.
Only some sects of the eighth and ninth grades were left on the field.
And most of the disciples who were not selected were just some crooked ones.
Of course.
Even the masters of these eighth and ninth grades of sects looked powerful and imposing.
Yi Feng stood with the masters of these eighth and ninth grades of sects according to the quota.
With his back straight, he had the aura of a master of a sect.
However.
He was panicking.
It was really difficult for him, a useless mortal, to pretend to be a cultivator and go in and out of such occasions!
You know, the people here are not like him, who are empty shells, but are all authentic masters.
He even saw such a terrifying martial arts master among them!
"Old Qing, although I am very strong, you must keep a low profile and never cause trouble, do you hear me!"
Yi Feng whispered to Qing Huanxiang beside him.
"Yes, sir."
Qing Huanxiang nodded respectfully.
Hearing this, Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
As time passed, the disciples of the eighth-grade sects had been selected, and then, it was the ninth-grade sects that were left.
"That disciple, my Tianyue Sect wants him, you have no objection, right?"
A middle-aged man stepped out and looked at one of the disciples in gorgeous clothes.
"Humph, my Motian Sect also wants him."
Another old man came out and started to compete.
"Humph, are you sure you want to go against my Tianyue Sect?" The man said in a deep voice.
"Does my Motian Sect fear you?"
The old man confronted tit for tat.
"Then let's compete."
The middle-aged man slapped the old man with his palm, and the two immediately fought together.
Although the current disciples are all the leftovers from other sects, they are also good seedlings for these ninth-grade sects.
In this battle, Tianyue Sect won after all.
After these two sects, several other sects began to snatch disciples.
As for Yi Feng,
he stood there expressionlessly.
Go ahead and snatch, snatch as hard as you can.
Anyway, I won't interfere, just leave one for me.
After all, if that sect is provoked, his Tiandi Sect will not be able to withstand it.
But after two hours, all the disciples in the field had been picked, and not a single one was left.
Yi Feng's face was dark.
What a waste of time?
What should I do?
He could not help but look at an old man next to him.
The old man was the leader of the Jiutian Sect. Since it was founded a long time ago, there were many quotas, so he also selected several disciples.
"Hehe, brother, I am the leader of the Tiandi Sect. I ran thousands of miles here, but I didn't catch a single disciple. So can you discuss and let me have one?" Yi Feng said with a smile on his face.
"Brother, it's not easy for everyone. You are really pitiful. In this case, I will let you have one!"
The old man of the Jiutian Sect heard this and immediately agreed.
After all, for him, the few disciples he had collected were all crooked, so it was no big deal to let one go.
So.
He picked out the worst woman from this group of misfits and gave her to Yi Feng.
Yi Feng looked at this female disciple.
She had a cold and beautiful face and outstanding facial features.
Her figure was even better, tall and... upright, and she had a unique temperament.
Obviously.
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Yi Feng quickly used the system to test her.
Oh my.
His fucking qualifications are ordinary.
This made Yi Fengxi very happy.
As expected of the people selected by the sect alliance, even the worst ones are of average qualifications, and the system is too lazy to test those better disciples.
This is much better than the group of old men and women in Pingjiang City.
I have written two and a half pages from last night to now, and I deleted two and a half pages because I was not satisfied. Damn, it's really hard...
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