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

Yi Feng returned to his martial arts gym in a blink of an eye, carrying Gu Benwei.

As soon as he got home, he threw Kuo Benwei into the small dark room and closed the door tightly.

"Just leave me in there, dishonest thing!" he scolded.

Yi Feng looked at a few shivering things next to him, a shivering dog lying on the ground, a centipede shivering on the dog's back, and a shivering bear huddled behind the dog.

——And a ghost who did not know when to mix with the skeleton, did not dare to enter the martial arts hall, and shivered at the entrance of the martial arts hall...

He rolled his eyes at a few things, "You guys should also be honest with me, or I'll be beaten one by one."

Saying that, Yi Feng waved his fist the size of a sandbag, his little thumb up, "I can kill you all with one finger now."

The four things hurriedly backed away with frightened eyes.

Yi Feng stepped out of the martial arts hall with satisfaction.

The sunshine outside was just right, and Yi Feng narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

The weather is really good, it is a good day to practice hands.

Since he obtained full-level cultivation, his hands have been itching.

Just the impromptu hundreds of punches are not enjoyable at all.

Now, he is going to find someone to practice.

But the cultivator... Yi Feng's face was embarrassed.

Since he came to this world, because of the reason he couldn't cultivate, he never really had much contact with cultivators.

For so many years, he did not know a single cultivator. Where can I find a cultivator to practice hands?

Across the road, Pork Rong, who was chopping pork, walked out of the martial arts gym from Yi Feng, and his attention was on him. At this moment, I couldn't help but ask loudly: "Mr. Yi, what's wrong? It doesn't look very happy to drive."

Yi Feng looked at Pork Rong, and a thought appeared in his mind.

He walked over quickly, "Pork Rong, I was just about to ask you something."

He doesn't know cultivators, and there is always the possibility that people he knows know cultivators.

"Sir, you said." When Pork Rong heard this, he quickly put down his work and asked seriously.

"Are there any cultivators in your family or people you know?" Yi Feng asked.

Pork Rong was puzzled, "What do you want to do with the cultivator, sir?"

"Practice hands." Yi Feng rubbed his palms.

Pork Rong's heart jumped, and the knife in his hand was frightened.

"This this this..."

"Don't panic." Yi Feng said confidently when he saw Pork Rong's appearance, "Don't worry about me, nothing will happen."

Yi Feng understood that to them, he was just a mortal like them.

To find a cultivator to practice hands is to seek death.

Pork Rong looked at Yi Feng in confusion... Would he be worried about him? ? ?

Pork Rong quickly picked up the knife in his hand and hurriedly continued to chop the meat, "No no no no."

"Sir knows, I'm just a scumbag. How do I know the cultivator that Mr. is looking for?"

"Hey, I knew it." Yi Feng sighed, and out of the corner of his eye saw the second shop assistant who was busy with the end face, and walked over.

"Little Er, do you know any cultivator?" Yi Feng walked over and asked.

"Ah? A cultivator? What does Mr. want to do with a cultivator?" The second shopkeeper stopped and asked.

"Practice."

The shop assistant was so frightened that he almost threw his hands on his face.

I can't help but slander, do you still need to practice? It's dead in minutes...

But he didn't dare to brush Yi Feng's face, he still kept his voice steady and swallowed.

"What kind of cultivator do you want, sir?"

Yi Feng glanced at the young man in the shop who looked thin and unsteady, "Anyway, you definitely can't be a mortal like you. You need to be awesome."

Saying that, Yi Feng raised his fist and blew, "You can't stand my fist like this."

"Mr. wise." The second shop assistant bowed, "I don't know any of the practitioners that Mr.

Yi Feng is about to leave.

Suddenly, I saw Pharaoh's head sitting under a tree in the yard next to him, watching him enjoying the shade.

"Old king..." He walked over.

"No need to ask, sir, I don't know any of the practitioners you mentioned." He quickly stood up and added, "I've never seen one in my life."

Yi Feng looked at Lao Wang's unsteady appearance.

Yi Feng sighed, shook his head helplessly, "Hey, you guys are too weak."

Saying that, he left with his hands behind his back, "It's so cold at the heights..."

After Yi Feng left, a group of people gathered together, "Sir, what's the matter, suddenly I need someone to practice."

"Dugu seeks defeat?"

"Maybe it's just like what Mr. said, it's too cold to be at a high place, it's too lonely."

"But now it seems that Mr. is no longer a mortal, so should we still pretend to be a mortal?" Pork Rong said hesitantly, holding a kitchen knife.

"You're so tired, you still use your pretense? Didn't you listen to what Mr. said just now?" The shop assistant next to Old Wangtou said, "Mortals and mortals, we are all mortals!"

"Yeah, in Mr.'s eyes, we are mortals, and we have nothing to pretend." The second shopkeeper nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, you are right." Pork Rong nodded his head.

Yi Feng turned around Pingjiang City, but couldn't find a single practitioner. None of them even knew any cultivators.

It's rubbish...

Just when Yi Feng was distressed, he suddenly thought of something.

stood still.

By the way, when the system rewarded him Kuo Benwei, didn't he say Kuo Benwei was the number one expert?

Although I don't know what range of masters he is, he has the title of masters, so he should have something, right? !

Although I've never seen him use it.

to try? !

After thinking about it, Yi Feng turned around and went back to the martial arts hall.

...

...

martial arts.

As soon as Yi Feng left his forefoot, a white bone protruded from the edge of the locked small wooden door.

A finger digs into the lock, fiddling.

The door lock snapped open.

The next moment, a skull protruded from the dark hole, and he turned his head to look left and right.

"Is the master gone?"

"Let's go!" Gouzi hurriedly opened the door for Kuo Benwei, "Congratulations, Brother Hexi! You have regained your freedom!"

"Don't look at who I am." Kubo Benwei said with satisfaction.

The dismantled limbs snapped together in an instant, "Go, hurry up! Before the master comes back!"