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

But the woman in black was trembling all over.

her plan.

Has it failed before it even started?

However, what made her dark and bright was that after Yi Feng looked at her a few times, he suddenly changed his attention.

"Since the girl is tired and hungry, let's sit down." Yi Feng said.

Noticing that Yi Feng looked around at her and changed her attention, the woman in black couldn't help but sneer.

Ah.

man.

Sure enough, they are all animals that think with their lower bodies. No, after seeing her appearance, they directly changed their attention?

And Yi Feng sighed.

It's not easy to go out. Seeing how thin this woman is, I'm afraid she's really hungry.

That’s all, you can chat with your apprentice anytime, so let’s make it easier for you for now!

"Thank you."

The woman in black snorted softly, but did not show anything on her face.

After she sat down, she also ordered a few side dishes, slightly opened her red lips, and moved gently.

This scene.

In the eyes of many people, it is very beautiful.

While eating, her sharp eyes were also looking at Yi Feng.

In fact, she never understood why the big people in Nansha would lick the young man in front of her so much.

Even before, there was Emperor Wu of the Second Life following him.

But at such a close distance, she didn't notice any difference in this young man at all.

As for the cultivation base, that is even more funny.

Of course, it was not that she didn't think about whether Yi Feng's cultivation was so high that she couldn't catch the slightest bit.

But this is simply a fantasy.

Under the circumstance that the Immortal Road is cut off, the strongest person in the Xianjiang Continent is no more than the Ten-Life Martial Emperor.

And with her strength, even if Emperor Shiming deliberately hides her cultivation, it is impossible for her to not notice it at all.

This shows that Yi Feng in front of him is indeed a mortal.

But it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter to her what kind of cultivation this magic stick is, her goal is only Zhong Qing.

It's just that she, this beautiful beauty, was sitting at the same table with him, why didn't this magician say a word?

Not even a small talk?

Is this still a normal man?

Could it be that she was looking for a different way to pretend to be cold, in order to attract her attention?

Humph.

In fact, she has seen a lot of such people, and this kind of pediatric trick actually made her even more disgusted.

Then wait.

Let's see who can hold his breath better.

Thinking of this, she also kept her mouth shut, but ate slowly.

And Yi Feng and Zhong Qing were also eating.

Because in Yi Feng's view, it doesn't matter if acquaintances eat together, talk and laugh, and it doesn't matter even if they meet Huang Wujing, they just go to the rivers and lakes to ask for a drink.

But unfamiliar people, especially women, are extremely impolite to talk while eating.

This can be regarded as Yi Feng's respect for the opposite sex.

time.

It goes by slowly.

The master and the apprentice were about to finish their dishes, and the wine in the jug had almost bottomed out. Except for the necessary words, the big and the small did not say any unnecessary words at all.

The woman in black finally couldn't hold her breath anymore.

The indifference on his face has long since disappeared, replaced by gloomy.

Row.

You are great!

She held back the anger on her face, forced a smile, and finally took the initiative to speak to Yi Feng.

"I really want to thank the two young masters today. How dare you ask the sons your surname?" she said softly.

"You're welcome, girl, Yi Feng is here, this is my disciple Zhong Qing." Yi Feng smiled.

"Ok!"

The woman in black nodded and continued to wait for Yi Feng's next words.

After all, she was thinking, she has already started talking, you can't keep looking like this.

But.

She thought about it again.

Yi Feng, stopped talking, and continued to bury his head in eating vegetables.

Seeing Yi Feng's appearance, the black-clothed woman couldn't help but choked, her fists clenched tightly in the dark, turning blue.

good good.

I'd like to see how long you can put it on.

"Cough cough cough..."

Thinking of this, she coughed violently, holding her stomach and looking ugly.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly got up and asked, "What's wrong with you, girl?"

The black-clothed woman secretly raised her red lips at the corners of her mouth, thinking to herself, can't you sit still anymore?

So she continued to say with an ugly face: "For some reason, my stomach suddenly hurts."

"I see."

Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a small problem, so he reminded with a smile: "That girl, drink more hot water!"

After speaking, Yi Feng sat down again.

Although he also knows some medicine, he has no clothes or medicine on his body. Besides, strangers and men and women are often inconvenient, and stomach pain is not a serious illness, so he can't help it.

Soon, the two of Yi Feng finished eating, and then went downstairs and left.

Sitting there, the woman in black was trembling all over, and a deep anger surged on her blue face.

At this moment, she could not wait to shoot the two of them to death.

She can see that, if there is an apprentice, there must be a teacher!

It was the first time she had seen such a man who didn't understand his style...

After leaving the restaurant, Yi Feng and Zhong Qing rushed back to the chaotic place.

But when I walked to the front street, I found an old man with a mustache sitting under the wall next to him.

The old man sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, with a game of chess in front of him and a banner beside him.

On the screen is written: Whoever wins me will get my inheritance.

Seeing this, Yi Feng was immediately moved.

Omg.

This mustache old man looks like a master of cultivation. If he gets his inheritance, wouldn't he be able to cultivate?

Thinking of this, he walked over quickly, clasped his fists and said, "This master, how about I come to you for the next game?"

Hearing this, the goose-bearded old Daoist closed his eyes and finally opened his eyes.

After taking a look at Yi Feng, the old goatee put his palm on Yi Feng's pulse.

Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, Yi Feng still let him.

After a while, the old goatee waved his palm and said impatiently, "Those who have no spiritual roots, let's go."

Hearing this, Yi Feng pouted, his expression full of ugly.

Dog system!

Even if you don't teach me to cultivate, at least let me have some spiritual roots!

Worst traverser.

Gan!

"Amitabha, why don't you let the poor monk come to the next game with you!" At this moment, another voice came from the side.

Yi Feng looked around and found a monk with beautiful eyebrows walking over.

He was dressed in a splendid cassock, with a Confucian smile, extraordinary temperament, and his body was not soft, giving people a sense of righteousness and awe.

This monk made Yi Feng stunned for a while.

This looks like a monk.

Like a ray of righteous light, sprinkled on the ground.

Suddenly, a book fell from his robe.

Yi Feng quickly bent over to pick it up, and saw a scantily clad woman with a line of words printed on the book.

"This is, spring..."

Yi Feng looked at the book gang and muttered the title of the book.

But before I could finish it, the monk grabbed it back like lightning and hid it in his cassock.

"The donor got it wrong, this is the Diamond Sutra!"

The monk put his hands together, bowed slightly to Yi Feng, and explained with a smile full of affinity.