Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Autumn comes, leaves fall.

Guarding this small martial arts hall, I don't know how many springs and autumns have come and gone.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and Yi Feng was already familiar with the customs of this other world.

"Oh, it's time to eat, order a takeaway!"

Yi Feng got up and beckoned to the beef noodle stall across the street. The servant on the opposite side snapped his fingers and shouted, "Master Yi is waiting, he will be here soon."

Yi Feng nodded with a smile, and lay down on the reclining chair again.

"Oh, take out every day, I lack a wife!"

The sun was dazzling, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes, looked at the little girls in the rouge shop on the street, and couldn't help but sighed, "Ying'er doesn't come to see me recently, she thinks about entering the sect to cultivate, but she doesn't have that talent. , it would be great to follow me as a boss lady, one day I am lucky to accept two disciples, and people can still be called a teacher."

Not long after, the boy opposite came over with beef noodles.

Servings are adequate as always.

"Come on, I'll give you the money."

Yi Feng threw the money away.

"Master Yi, what's the money for a bowl of beef noodles." The servant returned the money and said with a smile, "Last time the old ladies in my family fell and got hurt, and I had to rely on you to do it."

"Okay, then I'll eat this side for nothing."

Yi Feng is also not polite. The commoners on the streets are very familiar with him. He has been a man of two generations, and he knows the truth of being a human being. No matter what family is injured, he will often help the beggars who are often wandering nearby. relief.

So in this piece, it can be considered a bit of prestige.

Although I haven't really taught my apprentices, I can be a master Yi.

"Little beast, get out of here for me."

At this moment, what happened not far away caught the attention of the two of them. A little boy dressed in tatters was thrown out from the entrance of the Qingshan Gate.

"No, I want to cultivate, please, let me join the Green Mountain Gate." Although the little boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he was extremely determined. shouted.

"I don't even care about your qualifications, and I want to join my Qingshanmen. Get out." Elder Tangkou kicked the boy's chest and shouted: "Stinky boy, I will warn you one last time, if you dare to come again, I will give you You throw it away and feed the dog."

"This is?"

Yi Feng frowned.

"Oh, this child is also pitiful." The little servant sighed: "I don't know where it came from. In the past few days, the hall entrance of Qingshanmen has been broken through. I guess it is really unqualified!"

Yi Feng was inexplicably sad.

Cultivation is so cruel, without talent it is nothing.

It's better to be yourself, to be a grandmaster of a generation, although not too ambitious, is quite a good way of life.

The boy's mouth was overflowing with blood, and he was coughing violently while holding his chest. He looked at the closed door with resolute eyes, full of unwillingness.

After a long time, he took up heavy steps and left.

Seemingly seeing the attention of Yi Feng and the servant, he also looked up when he passed by the door, glanced at the beef noodle in Yi Feng's hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then averted his eyes and continued to leave.

But just after taking two steps, he stopped and bent down to pick up something from the ground.

Looking around, he stayed at the beef stall opposite for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally turned his eyes back to Yi Feng.

"Shopkeeper, I picked up a gold coin at your door. Is it yours?" The boy came over, and he really held a gold coin in his turbid little hand.

Yi Feng and the servant looked at each other.

They all saw incredible things in the eyes of the other party.

This made Yi Feng feel ashamed for a while. This is the way the world is. Although he felt sympathy for the little boy, he couldn't help it, but the quality of the little boy made him feel ashamed.

It can be seen that he is already hungry and hungry, but he still maintains this spirit.

"Yes, this gold coin is mine." Yi Feng nodded. If he guessed correctly, it was the one given by the paralyzed woman.

The boy handed his little hand forward.

But Yi Feng didn't answer, but smiled lightly at him: "It's yours now."

The boy was surprised, bowed gratefully to Yi Feng, and hurried over to the beef stall opposite.

"We have a guest." Yi Feng smiled at the servant next to him.

"Master Yi's merits are boundless."

The little servant gave Yi Feng a thumbs up and ran towards the opposite side.

"Remember, take more portion, the money is not enough for my account..."

The little boy devoured and ate a bowl, only to find that he was still in the mood. He licked his tongue and wanted to continue, but seeing only one gold coin, he had to endure it.

The prices here are not low, and a gold coin is only enough for a bowl of beef noodles.

Just when he was about to get up, the servant brought him another bowl full.

"Shopkeeper, who are you?" the boy asked in surprise.

The little servant smiled and glanced in Yi Feng's direction. The little boy followed him, his eyes shone with light.

After silence, continue to devour.

Seeing this scene, Yi Feng smiled, covered his face with the fan to block the dazzling sunlight, and leaned down toward the reclining chair.

"The benefactor is above, and I will be worshipped by Zhong Qing. Please accept me as a disciple."

Suddenly, a little boy's voice came from beside him, Yi Feng turned his head to look, the boy kneeled on the ground gratefully, and looked at himself firmly.

"You want me to accept you as a disciple?" Yi Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, I figured it out. I don't have the qualifications, and I can't enter the Qingshan Gate. The benefactor is not only kind to me, but also opens a martial arts hall, and also asks the benefactor to fulfill it."

With that said, Zhong Qing's head slammed on the ground again, "As long as Master is complete, Zhong Qing is willing to do his best for Master."

Yi Feng clicked his tongue slightly.

I didn't expect that the first person who apprenticed to him would be in such a situation.

Either way!

Not to mention the quality of this child, just the energy makes it difficult for him to refuse.

"Okay, I promise you." Yi Feng nodded.

"Thank you, Master, for making it happen." Zhong Qing quickly knelt down and thanked him. Without a word, he took Yi Feng's bowl of noodles and sent it back to the opposite stall.

"This kid is really sensible."

An aunt-like smile appeared on Yi Feng's face. Since he was his first apprentice, he couldn't neglect him. After Zhong Qing returned, Yi Feng took him into the inner room.

"Did you use a knife?" Yi Feng looked at him and asked.

"Yes!"

Zhong Qing lowered his head, the rusty sword around his waist had already betrayed him.

"Master has nothing to give you, I will give you this knife!" Yi Feng took out a long knife and stretched it towards Zhong Qing.

As soon as the big knife came out, the rays of light flowed, with a wisp of threatening aura.

This knife is the most satisfying weapon among the weapons that Yi Feng has produced. Anyway, I don't need it myself, so it is natural to give it to my apprentice.

"Thank you Master for the gift."

Zhong Qing couldn't put it down and quickly thanked him.

…

According to legend, thousands of years ago, there was a green hill behind Pingjiang City.

The green hills towered into the clouds, like the sky.

Later, a peerless master passed by with a sword, flattened the green mountain, and created a sect here.

Gu is the gate of Qingshan.

It has been passed down from generation to generation. Although one generation is not as good as the next, Qingshanmen is still a holy place for many people to practice for many years.

A grand hall.

Luo Lanxue rushed over anxiously.

"Disciple, please see Master." Luo Lanxue knelt at the door and shouted respectfully.

"Xue'er, why are you so abrupt, disturbing the teacher to retreat?" Finally, a majestic voice came from the hall, with sullen anger and a trace of exhaustion in the voice.

Hearing this, Luo Lanxue was not feeling well.

Soon after, the master will compete with the ancestor of the Xuanwu sect, and his strength is inferior to him, not to mention the wickedness of the ancestor of the Xuanwu sect. It is no wonder that the master is still in retreat at this time.

But thinking of this, Luo Lanxue couldn't wait even more, "Master, this disciple has something to ask for. This matter may be an opportunity for you to defeat the Xuanwu ancestor."

"The opportunity to defeat the Xuanwu ancestor?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan was slightly startled, and then his voice became sullen.

"How do I usually teach you, how can you become a big talker, how can the battle between me and Xuanwu be controlled by your juniors?"

"Go back!"

"Don't disturb me again."

"Master, this disciple doesn't dare to talk big." Luo Lanxue lowered her head quickly and said anxiously, "Master, please be sure to meet me."

There was a brief silence in the hall before a majestic voice came out.

"You disturbed me so much during my retreat. If things are not what you said, don't blame me for not showing you mercy!"

The voice fell, and the door of the palace slammed open.

Luo Lanxue breathed a sigh of relief, holding the martial arts book in both hands respectfully and walked towards the hall.

She got her wish to see the ancestor of Qingshan.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat cross-legged on the futon, the anger on his face subsided slightly, listening to Luo Lanxue's speech, with a suspicious look on his face.

"You mean, a mortal?" Old Ancestor Qingshan asked.

"Yes, the master, to be precise, is a peerless master who plays the world, disguised as a mortal." Luo Lanxue added.

"Hmph, nonsense."

The ancestor of Qingshan said angrily: "If there is such a master in Pingjiang City, how can I know that the ancestor of Qingshan doesn't know? It's ridiculous to show martial intent."

"Master, please believe me, this book is from the senior's hand, Master will know it at a glance." Luo Lanxue said quickly.

"Humph!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted softly, waved his palm, and the martial arts book appeared in his hand.

A look of disdain appeared on his face.

The whole book is unremarkable, unremarkable, and contains no energy at all.

If it wasn't for Luo Lanxue being one of his most valued disciples, he would have slammed it out with a single slap in his anger at this moment, and he would not have wasted time on a broken book.

"I also ask Master to open it and take a look." Luo Lanxue hurriedly said, as if remembering something, and did not forget to remind, "I also ask Master to adjust his mood and be careful to suffer backlash."

Hearing this, the ancestor of Qingshan showed an impatient look, and then casually opened the martial arts book.

In an instant, he, who was originally impatient and casual, suddenly changed dramatically.