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

why?

Why did the four martial arts masters call this young man so respectfully as Mr.

Could it be that?

This martial arts hall is not owned by Wu Yonghong and the four. Is the young man in front of him the real behind the scenes?

Can't help but.

He remembered what Yaolinger said, it was this young man who ordered the people to use the swift cloak as a rag, and it was this young man who used Jingwufeng's bones as a dog's ration.

Thinking of this, Ning Xuanwu felt extremely unbelievable.

But no matter how incredible he was, he felt that the answer was inseparable.

Not to mention the respect of the four Wu Yonghong to Yi Feng. As a martial king, he found that he could not see through the strength of the young master in front of him.

like a mortal.

It may seem unremarkable, but it is actually unfathomable!

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath.

"Sir, he's here..." After greeting Yi Feng, Wu Yonghong said respectfully, apparently wanting to report Ning Xuanwu's matter.

"Needless to say, I know."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Sir is amazing, but we talk too much." The four Wu Yonghong looked at each other and bowed their heads respectfully. It seems that Mr. is Mr., and even if he is no longer here, he already knows what's going on here.

"Nothing to talk about."

Yi Feng smiled.

When he just walked out the door, he just heard Chu Kuangshi teaching the uncle who was kneeling on the ground, listening to the seniors and juniors, it is estimated that they are teaching the juniors!

Old man.

It is understandable to see the younger generation grab a lesson, but I just don't know what wrong this uncle made.

And Ning Xuanwu, who was kneeling beside him, also opened his mouth wide, and at the same time his bowels were blue with regret.

There was deep fear in his eyes.

He has now determined that the mysterious young man in front of him is an old monster older than Wu Yonghong and others.

When he thought of offending such a person, he felt a chill down his spine and his face was as pale as a piece of paper.

Today, he is afraid to explain it here.

"It's fine, just deal with it." Yi Feng said indifferently, even if it was at the entrance of his martial arts hall, it would have no effect on him.

"We deal with it?"

The four Wu Yonghong were slightly surprised and looked at each other. They didn't expect that Yi Feng would directly hand over Ning Xuanwu to them.

However, it is also true that a small Martial King might not be enough to let Mr.

But, how should we deal with it?

The four of you look at me, I look at you, no one can pay attention, they can only look at Yi Feng.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yi Feng asked silently.

"Cough, sir, we just want to ask, based on what you see, how should we deal with it?" Wu Yonghong asked nervously.

On the side, Ning Xuanwu, whose face was pale, also looked over.

He, who was usually majestic in the Xuanwu Sect, has actually become pitiful. He understands that his life can be completely controlled by Yi Feng.

"ask me?"

Yi Feng rubbed his nose.

Quite speechless, your own juniors want to teach a lesson, ask me what this irrelevant person is doing?

Seeing how the four old men kept asking, Yi Feng had no choice but to say: "I have nothing to say, but what I mean is that since I make a mistake, I will definitely bear the corresponding consequences. Of course, I have to give him a chance when dealing with juniors. Whether he can become an adult after the lesson depends on his own creation."

After speaking, Yi Feng looked at the sky and thought that it was almost time to cook.

After all, Zhong Qing has been busy all day alone, and it is reasonable for him as a master to help him occasionally share the burden.

Besides, they are teaching the younger generation, and it is not good for him to be around.

After Yi Feng left, the four Wu Yonghong pondered Yi Feng's words, then looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

Obviously.

The meaning of Mr. is already obvious.

Then, four pairs of gloomy eyes fell on Ning Xuanwu.

Ning Xuanwu shivered suddenly, sweating profusely.

"Storage bag, take it out first!"

Wu Yonghong stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.

"Predecessor, senior, is this unnecessary?" Ning Xuanwu said with an ugly face.

"Ok?"

Wu Yonghong's voice sank, squinted and said, "Didn't you hear what Mr. said just now?"

"Okay, okay!"

Ning Xuanwu gritted his teeth and took out the storage bag with a face full of reluctance. Inside, except for the last treasure on his body, it is the resource of the entire Xuanwu Sect.

When the bag was snatched by Wu Yonghong, Ning Xuanwu's heart was bleeding.

"Ok."

Wu Yonghong opened the storage bag and looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and handed it to Chu Kuangshi, then instructed: "You take it first, and give it to Mr.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Xuanwu again and said in a deep voice, "Get up first!"

Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu just got up. Looking at the faces of the four, he asked nervously, "The four seniors, I, can I go now?"

After speaking, he raised his legs and couldn't wait to leave this place.

However, just as he raised his footsteps, a coercion attacked him again.

"go?"

"Didn't you hear what Mr. just said?"

Wu Yonghong asked angrily, and while speaking, he glanced at Sun Zhuge, a thin old man.

Seeing this, Sun Zhuge smiled coldly, waved his palm, and a black mist filled Ning Xuanwu's direction, immediately covering his entire palm.

"This is my celestial poison, and it will permeate my entire body from my arms in less than three days."

"what?"

"Heavenly evil poison?"

When Ning Xuanwu heard the words, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked at the black mist that filled his arms, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"You heard it yourself. This is what Mr. said. It didn't take your life directly. Of course, whether you can still stand as a person can only depend on your good fortune."

"get out!"

With a wave of his arm, Ning Xuanwu flew upside down.