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  Yi Feng broke through to the Master level, which seemed like a moment of fragrance, but actually took an entire day. In other words, today was the day of the Sacred Land's descent ceremony. It was also the day of Yi Feng and Liu Feng's final showdown.

  Yi Feng came out of the Blue Spirit Forest and saw the high-hanging sun. He understood that he might be late. However, he didn't care at all. What's being late? Let them wait. Isn't it always like this in TV dramas, where the main character appears at the last minute every time?

  Although Yu Feng was muttering to himself in his heart, the movements of his feet did not slow down at all. Apart from the duel with Liu Feng, there was another extremely important matter in the ceremony of descending the mountain.

  That is the Young Master of the Sacred Sect. Although it's said that the Sacred Sect has collapsed and become a mere empty shell, being broken up into scattered individual sects. However, in name, all the dispersed sects still belong to the Sacred Sect.

  The young master of the Sacred Land, nominally the next head of the Sacred Land. However, this is just a title, and each sect wouldn't let a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet take charge. The Sacred Land will always be a place where the strong are revered.

  Even if the junior sect's successor gets the title of Young Master, it won't make a difference without actual power. No one will take you seriously as the nominal Young Master. Maybe someone who doesn't like you will just kill you directly. And no one would say anything about it.

  However, if your sect is a major sect, the treatment will be different. With the name of the Holy Sect's Young Master, it's much more convenient to do things. At least, when you intervene in other sects' affairs, you'll have a reason.

  The future master of Sheng Zong can manage his own sect, what's wrong with that?! If you're not convinced, then try to withstand my martial power before speaking.

  So this little sect's false reputation, those big sects are extremely enthusiastic about it.

  The title of the Young Master is decided by the strengths and weaknesses of each of the Holy Sect's disciples. The Down-the-Mountain Ceremony, in a sense, can also be said to be a martial arts tournament, where the winner will be awarded the title of Young Master by the Holy Land.

  With the sacred place in the sacred sect's transcendent position, all sects will default to this title.

  Yi Feng naturally looked down on this empty name, and so far he still didn't know what status he belonged to in the Holy Land. With his own strength that was only at the Master level, in the extremely deep Holy Sect, it was basically no different from seeking death.

  ……

  When Yifeng appeared at the venue of the downhill ceremony, a sentence of scolding jumped out from someone's mouth.

  "Hou Yi is really a big shot, damn it, so many people are waiting for him alone..."

  "Damn it! This kid just loves to show off! Son of a...!"

  "The sun is already so high up. This bastard won't still be in bed with his right hand having a super friendship, will he..."

  Yi Feng heard this sentence and couldn't help but tremble twice: I'm f**ked... Has Ben Shao ever been so shameless? Damn it, when did Ben Shao have a super friendly relationship with his own fifth aunt?!

  Yi Feng glared fiercely at the person who spoke, and was taken aback when he saw who it was. This person was none other than someone with whom Yi Feng had a relatively good relationship, having discussed countless plans for adventure and "purity" together. At one point, Yi Feng had even considered this person to be a kindred spirit. Moreover, among all the disciples, this person was also considered to be one of the most outstanding.

  Yi Feng saw that Erl Drum was still carelessly tarnishing his pure reputation, and he gritted his teeth, cursing in his heart: "You're just waiting for me to let you bask in the sun a bit longer, and then you dare to insult my innocence. Fine, I'll make your beautiful name spread throughout the world."

  Erl Drum, who was still scolding loudly, suddenly felt a chill behind him and turned around to see Yi Feng's eyes blazing with flames. He was taken aback for a moment before his face changed color and he smiled, walking up to Yi Feng and putting an arm around his shoulder. "Ah, isn't this Brother Yi Feng?! You've finally arrived! I just said you must be diligently cultivating, haha, your diligence is our model!"

  Yi's eyes slanted as he looked at E'er Drum, saying disdainfully: "Continue fabricating."

  Erl Drum was completely unaware that he had been seen through, and he said in surprise: "Feng Shao, what are you talking about? Didn't you arrive late because of your cultivation? That's impossible."

  Yi Feng saw that the Great Elder's gaze had already shifted over here, and he didn't have the mood to chat idly with Er either. He grunted a sentence: "Damn it, what you just did to ruin my reputation, we'll settle this slowly later, I've got you marked."

  Erl's smile was completely unrepentant: Yi Feng had scolded him countless times before, and he had also scolded Yi Feng countless times. What did it matter if it happened a few more times? Besides, since he was going to leave the mountain soon, Yi Feng would have even fewer opportunities to get revenge on him.

  Yi Feng floated onto the makeshift arena that had been erected at midnight, gazing up at the five elderly masters seated on the platform. The five elderly masters were all dressed in green robes, with youthful faces and white hair, exuding an otherworldly aura.

  Yi Feng bowed to the five elders and said: "Elders are well."

  "Haha…… Kid, you've got guts, making so many people wait for you. I was almost asleep from waiting. Did you go cause trouble for some good family's women yesterday? You couldn't get out of bed today." The Fifth Elder's sly laughter echoed in Yi Feng's ears. Only he would say something like that.

  Yi Feng gave a sly and mysterious smile to the five elders, especially to the fifth elder who was a poison master. Not only was he despicable and unscrupulous, but he also had many common languages with Yi Feng.

  The second elder glared at the fifth elder and shouted: "Fifth brother, there are still many people watching below. Yī Fēng, you sit down next to Fifth Brother. Today's tardiness will be remembered."

  Although the two elders spoke in a severe tone, Yi Feng could sense the affection behind it. Yi Feng chuckled and walked over to the Fifth Elder, and they began whispering to each other, discussing things like the Six-Nine Style and the Seven-Seven Style with great relish.

  The low-ranking disciples saw this scene, and one by one, they couldn't help but feel jealous. They stood at the bottom, yet only Yi Feng could sit high above them. It was just like their entrance ceremony when they first entered the sacred land.

  Thinking of this, the eyes staring at Yifeng became even more fervent, as if they couldn't wait to overthrow Yifeng and take his place. One by one, their gazes shifted to Liufeng standing beside him.

  Today, they are one of the protagonists, and also hope that Liuxue will severely beat this arrogant guy.

  As expected, the gaze directed at Liu Feng made him unable to hold back any longer. He also floated up onto the stage, bowed to the elder and said: "Elder, I challenge Yi Feng."

  When he heard this sentence in the midst of his heated conversation with the five elders, he couldn't help but curse loudly in his heart: I'm going to... How dare you come up and challenge me before my butt has even warmed up the seat, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon that can be bullied?

  Liu Feng's eyes were cold as he stared at Yi Feng, waiting for his response. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Yi Feng, who had arrived late yet still managed to take the stage. That position should have belonged to him, it was only normal.