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

in the martial arts hall.

Yi Feng sat down on the small bench, bowing his head and making a bow and arrow.

"Ok!"

"Perfect."

After the production was completed, Yi Feng was very satisfied.

Then he came up with some herbs and fiddled with it, and configured it into an anesthetic.

This is what he made with great care.

Then he went out with anesthesia and bows and arrows.

To create a mountain gate, there are many things that need to be prepared. For example, Xiaohoushan, the monsters can't get it, so you have to get some beasts to lock in as a cover.

And Yi Feng went out this time because he wanted to catch some beasts and come back.

Of course, Yi Feng also knew that these beasts couldn't scare true cultivators.

Fortunately.

After Yi Feng opened the mountain, he did not intend to accept disciples who were talented and could cultivate. At best, fool the kind of people with ordinary talent, or those who can't cultivate, but still want to be a cultivator.

Flick a hundred, and then finish the task.

Recently, it seems that the broken system saw Yi Feng's efforts, so he opened a new function for him.

That is to detect the talent of others.

So Yi Feng tried Zhong Qing first.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Zhong Qing."

"Talent: Ordinary."

After testing Zhong Qing, Yi Feng, who had just walked out the door, saw a few old men selling tofu.

So Yi Feng couldn't help but check again.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Zhou Wu."

"Talent: Garbage."

The system responded to Yi Feng's voice.

"Check Lao Li."

Yi Feng transfers the object.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Li Tian."

"Talent: Garbage."

After testing these two people, Yi Feng couldn't help but test all the other old men again, and they were all garbage without exception.

While walking on the street, perhaps out of curiosity about the new function, Yi Feng checked all the way.

Garbage is garbage, not to mention excellent, there is not even one that can rival Zhong Qing's ordinary talent.

"I originally thought that my apprentice was trash enough, but I didn't expect that most people were more trash than him."

"It seems that people who can cultivate are really one in a thousand. Most of them are **** with no talent for cultivation!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh, and he probably had a clue about these talents in his heart.

Ordinary talents, such as that of his apprentice Zhong Qing, are not even accessible to the Green Mountain Gate.

And the excellent grades above the ordinary are probably the cultivators.

Then, carrying a bow and arrow, he walked towards the Shogun Mountains.

At this time, an old man came out of the shadows and stared at Yi Feng's back.

"Little beast."

"Mortal, you **** is actually a mortal."

"It's really hateful. I think that my dignified Liuming Wudi's cultivation base was actually killed by a mortal like you."

"But it's fortunate that the old man has practiced the clone, otherwise you will really let you, a mortal, go unpunished."

he said through gritted teeth.

A look of hatred and embarrassment flashed on his face.

He was the Old Demon Yan who was stabbed to death by Yi Feng's sword in the immortal ruins.

After the clone died in the immortal ruins, his real body rushed over from Zhongzhou non-stop, trying to make Yi Feng a human stick.

"Little bastard, stop for me."

He went straight out and shouted coldly towards Yi Feng.

Yi Feng paused and looked back at this person.

"Tsk tsk, little bastard, you can't even think about it, I'm still alive, I was careless and died at your hands that day!" Yan Laomo said in a cold voice: "But today is not the same day. , so today is your day of death."

What he didn't expect was that Yi Feng was indifferent in the face of his threat.

This made Old Demon Yan's expression even colder.

This little bastard, did not expect the seriousness of the matter, did he not know that he was facing the revenge of a cultivator?

"Little bastard, I'm curious, you're not afraid of me?" Old Demon Yan said in a deep voice.

"Do I know you?"

Yi Feng scratched his head and couldn't help asking.

heard.

Old Demon Yan couldn't help choking.

Feeling this little **** can't remember who he is, no wonder he is not afraid when he sees it.

"Okay, since you have forgotten who I am, then I will help you remember your memories." Old Demon Yan said coldly.

But only half said.

It was interrupted by Yi Feng directly.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in who you are, I have to continue on my way."

Yi Feng said with an expressionless face, and continued on his way with a bow and arrow.

"you……"

"You, you little bastard."

The old man's body was trembling with anger, and he shouted through gritted teeth: "Little bastard, I will help you remember your memories. This old man is called Yan Laomo!"

"Old Demon Flame?"

Yi Feng looked back at him solemnly.

Meditate hard.

After a long time, his eyes finally lit up and he shouted, "I remembered, you are that, that..."

Seeing this, Old Demon Yan smiled coldly.

Has this little **** finally remembered who he is? Facing his return from revenge, this little **** should be afraid.

But Yi Feng's next words almost didn't make him angry.

"Are you the one, the mountain bandit who robbed the road halfway when I went to Nansha last time?"

The Old Demon Yan trembled.

He originally wanted to torture and torture Yi Feng, so that Yi Feng could feel the fear before his death, but this little beast abruptly didn't remember who he was, and he didn't feel afraid at all.

That's it.

Not important anymore.

Directly suppress it with strength.

In the face of absolute strength, it will also make this little **** feel enough fear.

"Today, you will die."

With a cold drink, he raised his hand to attack Yi Feng.

This posture made Yi Feng panic a little too.

So he hurriedly activated the system to detect Old Demon Flame's talent.

"Ding!"

"Test object: Yan Lao Mo."

"Talent: super trash."

Hearing the system's voice, Yi Feng couldn't help being surprised.

"Oh shit."

"There is actually a super trash talent."

"Mom sucks, the talent is so rubbish, the old men around me can't compare, and they still want to stop me, I'm tired of living!"

Yi Feng didn't panic at all.

He picked up the bow and arrow in his hand calmly, pulled the bow and shot an arrow.

"boom!"

Yan Lao Mo fell to the ground in response, twitching all over his body, and while foaming from his mouth, his eyes flickered with disbelief.

how come?

how is this possible?

How could he be knocked to the ground by a mortal's arrow, and he didn't even have the ability to parry?

What exactly is going on!

He roared in his heart, stared at his eyes that were about to burst, and stared at Yi Feng, who was looking down at him from a high place.

Yi Feng touched his chin with his palm and looked down at Old Demon Yan.

"I remember wrong, you shouldn't be that mountain bandit, that mountain bandit is a one-eyed dragon."

"However, you do look a little familiar, but I really can't remember who you are."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Let's just pretend you're a bandit!"

While murmuring and thinking, Yi Feng shot another arrow at Old Demon Yan.

Yan Lao Mo directly lost his vitality.

I didn't understand until I died, why I was planted in the hands of this mortal again.

After killing Old Demon Yan, Yi Feng continued on his way, feeling a little happy.

"This system seems to have become a lot more reliable."

"At least the function of detecting the cultivation base does not seem to be deceptive."

No, just now the system detected that the talent was super rubbish, but as expected, it was poor and poor, and he was killed with one arrow.

"It will be much more convenient in the future!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh.

For so many years, he has been honest and honest, in fact, he is afraid that he will kill himself when he encounters that kind of hidden awesome character.

With this detection function, whenever there is a contradiction, you can first detect the talent of the other party.

As long as the talent is not excellent, just do it directly, and there is no need to be cowardly.

After all, what is there to be afraid of, the ordinary below the excellent, that is, his apprentice?

Anyway, it's just garbage that can't be cultivated!