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

"Brother, you, alas..."

Fu Wu looked at Fu Yi's actions with complicated eyes and sighed helplessly.

But he still left.

It's not that he doesn't care about his brotherly feelings, it's just that he firmly believes in the feeling in the dark. After all, this feeling is not illusory to their cultivators.

Heaven and Earth Gate.

Yi Feng lay on the reclining chair, squinting leisurely.

He was not sleeping, but looked at these disciples intentionally or unintentionally.

Riding the bull, riding the bull, playing with the mud, playing with the mud...

For these strange flowers, the more Yi Feng thought about it, the more wrong it became.

It's so **** wrong.

It stands to reason that a normal young man joins the sect, doesn't he yearn for cultivation and the practice?

So at the beginning, Yi Feng still avoided these disciples.

After all, if these people asked him for a practice method, he really didn't know what to do, and at least he had to give up a little bit of lip service to fool around.

However, with the distribution of fifty leaflets some time ago, the number of disciples has grown to sixty or seventy, but no one has come to him for cultivation advice, and no one has shown the slightest improvement in cultivation.

It shouldn't be.

How can anyone who has entered the sect and is unwilling to cultivate, chasing novels and comics in the library every day?

"I see."

Suddenly, Yi Feng thought of something, and suddenly sat up with a slap on the thigh.

These disciples themselves have ordinary aptitudes, and they never thought that they could cultivate, and they all belonged to the kind of characters who would eat and die.

So he came here, all for the sake of eating?

Think so.

Yi Feng suddenly felt inseparable.

good guy.

What a good guy.

This group of little coin cubs are really cruel. It turns out that they didn't even think about cultivating when they started, and they all came to him to stroke the wool.

For a time, even Yi Feng, who was carrying a huge sum of money, suddenly felt offended.

"Come on."

Yi Feng suddenly shouted.

"What's the matter, sir?"

Qing Huan asked respectfully.

"Call all the disciples to me."

Yi Feng ordered with a sullen face.

"Yes."

Qing Huanlian hurriedly followed suit and began to gather all the disciples.

In the library.

Buried Five is immersed in it like a demon.

Since he joined Tiandimen as he wished, he has been soaking in this library all day.

Everything in the library made him feel astonished.

Although he has not yet found his own way, it has also made his cultivation and other aspects soar to the sky.

"Although I haven't found my way yet, this Nuoda library will definitely be able to find what I need."

There was a gleam in Wu Wu's eyes.

He was very fortunate that he had stood firm and joined the Heaven and Earth Gate with the flyer.

Otherwise, how could he have such a blessing today?

"Oh, it would be nice if the four older brothers could be here together."

"Compared to this Gate of Heaven and Earth, what is the Xianjiang Chaos Monument? Just the avenues contained in this language book in my hand may not be comparable to the Xianjiang Chaos Monument."

At this moment, the voice of Qing Huan Xiang Hong Zhong came from outside.

"The Sect Master has an order, all the disciples go to the Heaven and Earth Hall to see him."

"The Sect Master has an order, all the disciples go to the Heaven and Earth Hall to see him."

When the voice came, even the people who were addicted to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion got up one after another. The vegetable grower also put down his hoe, and the bull rider jumped off the green ox...

The fifth funeral also lit up.

He also met Master when he was apprenticed that day. That side shocked him to heaven and man. Today, he is finally fortunate to see him again.

Soon.

All the disciples gathered in the square in front of the Heaven and Earth Hall.

They were all respectful, waiting for Yi Feng's words.

"How's your practice going recently?"

Yi Feng got up, looked around at everyone, and asked in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Yi Feng frowned.

Although he didn't think that these people could practice anything, he didn't make a fool of himself when he entered the door, and laid a solid foundation.

Looking at this group of things, it seems that no one takes his words to heart.

"You, who is here?"

Yi Feng pointed at a disciple at random and shouted, "Use your strongest strength to slash and show me."

"It's Master."

The thirty-eighth disciple came out respectfully, raised the long knife in his hand, shouted loudly, and slashed in front of him.

"call!"

A slight wind sounded in the space.

Seeing this, many brothers and sisters nodded.

This knife.

Very good.

There was a gust of wind in the space on the island, and it seemed that this Thirty-Eight was indeed the king of knives.

But Yi Feng did not speak with a sullen face, but pointed to another person and shouted: "You, come out and hit this wooden pile."

"Yes, Master."

The twenty-ninth-ranked disciple stepped out again, showing a serious look, and hit the wooden figurine next to him.

The wooden puppet was slowly turning, but the disciple was already sweating profusely and seemed extremely exhausted.

see.

There was a fiery look in Wu Wu's eyes.

Secretly surprised that this twenty-nine senior brother is really powerful.

The wooden pile in front of him is at least at the top immortal level, and it contains the power of the Great Dao, which can better reflect the power of hitting.

Anyway, if you let him fight, it would be good to be able to turn it around.

"another."

Yi Feng remained expressionless and called for the next attempt.

However.

Next.

next.

Seven or eight were changed in a row, which was almost the same as the previous twenty-nine.

Yi Feng, who was about to get out of the water with a gloomy face, finally couldn't help it, and scolded fiercely: "Trash, a bunch of trash, complete trash."

When everyone heard the sound, they bowed their heads in shame, daring not to argue at all.

Uh?

Is this also trash?

The newly arrived Wu Wu was a little puzzled.

These brothers and sisters are obviously already strong and strong, why does the master still call them waste.

But the next moment.

He finally knew.

The furious Yi Feng kicked the wooden dummy, and the wooden dummy quickly spun, and then fell to the ground...

It fell apart.

Gah!

Buried Wu was shocked and felt like his scalp was about to explode.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw the prestige of the master, it was such a scene.

They can't beat the wooden figurines, at least the existence of top-level immortals, and they fall apart when they are underestimated by the master?

No wonder.

The brothers and sisters are so strong, but in the eyes of the master, they are still waste.

It seems.

I'm going to cheer.

Otherwise, the waste will not be worth it!

Looking at this group of disciples with their heads lowered, Yi Feng felt even more angry in his heart.

Not a single **** one.

If he is a bit bloody, he doesn't refute and refute when he is scolded as a waste?

But now he bowed his head and silently accepted.

What does this mean?

It means that this group of disciples have sat and waited to die to a certain level, and have lost any fighting spirit.

To put it bluntly today, he deliberately convened to test this group of people.

And the test confirmed his idea.

These guys are just here to eat, and they don't even have a disciple with a strong heart.

In Yi Feng's eyes, these disciples were not pleasing to the eye.

Originally, I thought that when I could cultivate, I would teach them one trick and a half, and it would not be a waste of their expectations.

Now it seems, teach a chicken feather.

As soon as a hundred people arrive, they are bound to disperse this group of waste.

Not a single one left!