Chapter 15 Recruiting Named Disciples

"Is my son beaten by Ye Feng with his bare hands?" Long Zhenchuan looked at the two guards and asked.

"Yes."

The two guards dared not hide it.

"Tell me about the specific process."

"Sect Master Ye Feng didn't have any aura fluctuations, and he didn't use insidious means. He just used a strange set of boxing techniques to beat the young master to the point of powerlessness."

"What kind of boxing?"

Long Zhenchuan asked curiously.

The two guards gave a similar look and said strangely: "We only heard the head of Ye shouting out strange names such as 'White Crane's Bright Wings, Fake Steps and Bright Palms, Lunge Kicks, and Looking Back'."

Long Zhenchuan: "Virtual steps and bright palms?"

He frowned and waved at the two guards: "Okay, let's go!"

"Yes."

When the two guards left, Long Zhenchuan narrowed his eyes.

"My son, who is at the fifth level of qi refining, has been beaten like this by his physical strength. Ye Feng's physique is very strong, at least as good as mine, which shows that this person's cultivation is not simple."

"Several disciples of the Misty Sect have all practiced their spells to the point of success and perfection, and there must be experts who will guide them."

"And this master must be Ye Feng."

"The Misty School... It's hidden deep enough!"

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

As for the purpose of this, he could not guess.

But Long Zhenchuan knew one thing.

People like Ye Feng are very dangerous!

Moreover, it will be the season when monsters are rampant in the near future, and it is not appropriate for the Long family to feud with the mysterious sect of unknown strength at this time, so as not to increase the loss.

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

"Instructed to go on, see the people of the Misty Sect, try to detour as much as possible, not to conflict, and not to be enemies with them."

The order quickly spread in the Long family.

In a courtyard of the Long family.

When a boy with silver hair and blue eyes heard the news, he ran to 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 Misty Sect is very powerful, and even the Long family is afraid, so I want to worship that sect."

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

She smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it bad to stay at Long's house?"

The silver-haired boy clenched his fists: "But, uncle doesn't let me practice, so how do I know my background?"

"Your uncle doesn't let you practice because he protects you, and it's better not to know your background."

The woman lowered her head and continued to cut paper.

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

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

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

Long Tianxing really wanted to cultivate, then left White Floating City, went outside to see the prosperous world, and by the way figured out his own life experience.

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

Although it is not dangerous to stay in the Long family, Long Tianxing does not want to live a boring life without freedom like a "canary".

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

Long Tianxing put on a cloak, and with the wall-climbing skills he cultivated since childhood, he easily climbed over the wall and left the not strictly guarded Long family.

...

Baizong Square.

Ye Feng sat under the sun.

An hour passed, but no one joined the Misty Sect, which made him look sad.

It's already the fourth day.

In three more days, the assessment period will end.

He must recruit six more named disciples within the time limit, otherwise he will not be able to pass the assessment period task.

"I want to join the Misty Sect."

At this moment, 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 him.

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

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

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

Thinking of this, Ye Feng opened his spiritual eyes, looked up and down the man in the cloak, and found that the other party's heart had a wave of spiritual energy, his physique was very good, and his root bones should not be bad.

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

"Name, birthday, root bone, cultivation base, origin, all report."

Ye Feng took out the roster, looked at the man in the cloak seriously, and found that this guy deliberately lowered his head and did not dare to show his face.

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

"Well, you look rather shy..."

Ye Feng thought so in his heart.

"My name is Long Tianxing, I'm thirteen years old, and I have a root bone? I don't know how much. I haven't cultivated yet, and I come from the Long family."

The disguised Long Tianxing said weakly.

"It turned out to be a member of the Long family!"

The eyes of the people around him widened.

Just as Long Qitian was beaten by Ye Feng, did the Long family send an undercover agent?

However, this undercover technique is too poor!

How can one come and report to the house?

"You are from the Long family? What is the relationship between Long Qitian and you?" Ye Feng was also surprised, and several disciples also looked at Long Tianxing with strange expressions.

"Longqitian is my cousin."

Long Tianxing was afraid that Ye Feng would not accept him, so he was very worried, and made a weak mosquito sound, which even he could barely hear.

But not long after, only hearing a "bang", Ye Feng had already stamped his mark on the roster.

"I'm the head Ye Feng. From today, you are the sixth disciple of our Misty Sect. Those are your senior brothers and sisters, Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, Li Jiaojiao, and Mo Ying."

Ye Feng stood up, pointed to Shi Lei and his party beside him, and gave a brief introduction.

The fifth disciple, Shu Hongyu, was practicing outside. Although Ye Feng did not know what was going on, Ye Feng thought about it and decided to leave a place for her.

"The head is really willing to accept me?"

Long Tianxing raised his head excitedly.

But because he looked up too fast and the wind was strong in the square, he lifted the hood on his head, revealing the appearance of silver hair and blue pupils.

"Huh!"

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

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

"It is said that Long Zhenchuan, the head of the dragon family, did not let Long Tianxing practice because he was worried that he would go out and cause trouble."

"I didn't expect him to join the Misty Sect. Aren't you afraid of being spanked by your uncle?"

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

"..."

There were exclamations from the surrounding crowd.

The discussions were endless.

"Alien!"

Mo Ying looked at Long Tianxing and frowned slightly.

On her way to White Floating City, she met a woman of an alien race and fought against each other, and there was no winner or loser.

Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, and Li Jiaojiao also widened their eyes, but there was no disgust or disgust in their eyes, just pure curiosity.

Long Tianxing looks really cute.

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

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

"do not look!"

He quickly put on his hat, covered his eyes with his hands, and peeked at other people's expressions through his fingers in a panic.