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

With an order, all the experts of Xuanwuzong went down the mountain.

"Master, I don't think it's good for us to rush down the mountain like this." After arriving at Pingjiang City, Yao Linger said with a worried expression.

"What's wrong, don't you want to avenge such a big revenge?" Ning Xuanwu said with a grim expression: "What's more, my two great treasures are still in that person's hands, so don't you just leave it alone?"

"No master, you misunderstood." Yao Ling'er quickly explained: "Vengeance is going to be avenged, and the two great treasures must also be retrieved, but we just came to the door aggressively, what if the other party is prepared?"

"Senior Brother Wuchen and Wufeng are the lessons from the past!"

"I think it's better for us to think long-term."

Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu's brows furrowed. He had been dazzled by hatred before, but after Yaoling'er reminded him, it was really true!

"By the way, haven't you been in contact with him?" Ning Xuanwu asked in a deep voice, "Then what kind of strength is he?"

Hearing this, Yao Ling'er frowned.

Her eyes flashed even more solemnly. She looked at Ning Xuanwu solemnly, and then said, "Master, this is why I remind you to think long-term."

"His strength..."

Having said this, Yao Ling'er took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I can't see through."

"Can't see through?"

Ning Xuanwu's brows could not help but lock.

"Yes, and it's not just the kind that can't see through, but the kind that can't capture his breath at all." Yao Ling'er recalled back then, frowning and said: "If I hadn't seen him holding the The swift cloak is used as a rag, knowing that the two brothers died in his hands, I am afraid I will think he is a mortal."

Yao Linger's words made Ning Xuanwu frown even tighter.

Looking back now, he realizes that he overlooked a big problem.

Since Wufeng Wuchen can be easily wiped out by him, it means that Yu Wujie did not lie that day, nor was it a smoke bomb released by Qingshanmen.

This means that the terrifying knife in Lu Qingshan's hand may have been created by this person.

If this is the case, will his Xuanwuzong call at the door have any effect?

Will he Ning Xuanwu be this person's opponent?

The answer is obvious, all the knives he made can make Lu Qingshan chase him for 3,000 miles, and the real strength is probably against the sky!

a time.

Ning Xuanwu murmured in his heart, and could not help but retreat.

However, when he remembered that one of his two disciples had no bones left, and the other had been used to feed the dog, he couldn't take his breath.

"Then listen to my instructions, first send a dead soldier to inquire."

Obviously, Ning Xuanwu is not a brainless person.

After much deliberation, this decision was made.

…

"Well, the weather is nice today!"

In the yard, Yi Feng was lying on the reclining chair, basking and raising his eyes lazily, how pleasant!

"Master, the sanitation in the hall has been cleaned, what else do you want to tell me?" This was the first time that the martial arts hall had been cleaned. Zhong Qing worked tirelessly for two days to get the sanitation done.

Yi Feng glanced at Zhong Qing with relief.

This kid is really obedient.

"The rag fabric seems to be pretty good, don't waste it, you can hang it outside the door to dry it, and you can continue to use it later." Yi Feng commanded softly.

"Yes, Master."

"Oh, by the way, the weather was quite humid a few days ago, so let's take down the eighteen paintings in the front hall and dry them, but if you want to paint them, you should dry them in the yard. It's not good if they are blown away by the wind. "Yi Feng ordered again, although these paintings seem useless, and they are not worth a lot of money, but it is still good to use them as decorations in the hanging hall to decorate the decoration of his martial arts hall.

Zhong Qing obediently obeyed the orders.

First, the 18 pictures were taken off and dried in the courtyard, and after wiping the wall on which the paintings were hung with a rag, the rag was dried at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

"call!"

"call!"

At this time, the figure flashed and fell into the darkness.

It was the people of Ning Xuanwu and Xuanwu Sect, and there was a pale-faced young man beside him.

Obviously, the young man was the dead man they chose to go to the martial arts hall to inquire about the news.

"You can rest assured, if you can't come back, I will give the best treatment to your family and friends, and if you can come back, I will directly promote you to become a direct disciple, and you can choose one of all the elders to apprentice." Ning Xuanwu shot He patted the young man on the shoulder and instructed him.

"Master, look at you."

However, just after he finished his instructions, Yao Ling'er's hurried voice came from beside him.

Following Yao Ling'er's instructions, Ning Xuanwu immediately turned his gaze to the door of the martial arts hall, and his expression suddenly changed.

There.

A rag is hanging.

Dirty and twisted.

"hiss!"

"Cloak of Swiftness."

As soon as he saw this scene, Ning Xuanwu suddenly exploded. Although he had said it from Yaolinger, but he saw with his own eyes that his beloved treasure was hanged there as a rag, and he was burning with anger.

provocative.

Red Guoguo's provocation.

It's just too inconsiderate.

"You son of a bitch, I swear I won't be a human if I don't kill you."

In an instant, Ning Xuanwu burst into a monstrous situation, and as soon as the soles of his feet chopped off the ground, he was about to kill him at the martial arts hall.