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

After half a month passed, Yi Feng still hadn't encountered a common qualification.

This made Yi Feng have to complain, he really overestimated this different world, but he didn't think that most people were trash.

"Ugh!"

"Continue to be a salted fish!"

Seeing that the task of the system would not be completed for a while, Yi Feng had no choice but to return to the state of salted fish. He had nothing to do with carving, and danced square dancing to exercise.

"Ding!"

Just then, a familiar voice came out of his mind.

"It has been detected that the host has founded the sect for half a month, and still has not received any qualified disciples. We have prepared ten leaflets for the host."

"Does the host accept it?"

"Flyer?"

Yi Feng, who had recovered from the state of salted fish, sat up from the chair and shouted quickly, "Receive."

The next moment Yi Feng's voice came out, ten golden leaflets fell into Yi Feng's hands.

"Are you still worried about not being able to find a double repair?"

"Is it because there are too few handsome guys and girls who like you?"

"Recruiting, recruiting, Tiandimen recruiting!"

"If you want to ask which **** of Xiuxian, Nansha Pingjiang Tiandimen."

"Here can restore the majesty of men and the femininity of women. It is not a dream to reach the pinnacle of life, it is not a dream..."

Looking at the advertising words on it, Yi Feng frowned, this typesetting, this style of painting, and a proper alley.

Can this **** recruit someone?

However, Yi Feng, who has no way out now, has no choice but to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"So, how should this flyer be used?"

Yi Feng couldn't help but ask.

"As long as the host holds the flyer and his mind moves, the flyer can be randomly sent out and placed in the hands of those who meet the host's conditions." A voice came from the system.

"Oh?"

"It's pretty amazing..."

Yi Feng's eyes flickered, and he quickly asked: "The person who received the flyer will definitely come to me to apprentice?"

"Random."

The system once again heard the voice of hatred.

Yi Feng was speechless.

But now there is no other way, pick up a flyer and be moved.

really.

The flyers in his hand turned into stars and scattered in the air, and then disappeared. After a while, all ten flyers were sent out by Yi Feng.

And when Yi Feng was about to lie down, there was a sudden heavy footstep on the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chi Yitan carrying a large bowl, moving the elephant legs with his hips, and running towards Yi Feng quickly.

"Master, Master, I realized it."

As he ran, he drank excitedly with a bucket of late.

"What did you realize?"

Yi Feng looked at him with a bewildered face and asked in confusion.

"Master, I successfully learned the method of fried rice through the "Recipe Complete" given by you, and I made it."

Chi Yitub wiped the sweat from his forehead, shouted excitedly, and brought a bowl of golden fried rice in front of Yi Feng.

It just so happened that Wu Changan, who was playing with the talisman paper all day, walked by and was startled when he saw the pot of fried rice.

"Good guy, this fat guy is okay, even Yangzhou fried rice has been made, and it still contains the power of the Dao, ah!"

But Yi Feng's mouth could not help but twitch.

This guy, why don't you just cook up a meal, why is he so excited?

As expected of a foodie!

But looking at the excited appearance of this fat man, Yi Feng couldn't bear the blow, and after complimenting him, he continued: "There are many things in "The Complete Cookbook" that you can understand, fried rice is just an introduction, continue to understand! "

"Yes, Master."

Chi Yiba thanked him excitedly, put the bowl of ridicule aside, and left respectfully.

"It seems quite fragrant?"

Yi Feng moved his nose, sat up and patted his belly, then picked up the fried rice and tasted it.

"This fat man, the fried rice tastes pretty good. I won't worry about no one doing it for supper in the future."

"This apprentice, it's not for nothing..."

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I've been a little bit Calvin in the past two days, sorry guys, of course it's easy for me to write old routines. After all, I'm an old author, but I just don't want to write like that. In addition, these two days are just a turning point. It's especially important. There are updates.