Fantasy: It turns out I'm a supreme martial god

Picked up Yi Feng and picked the washed beans. The ancestor of Qingshan trembled and prepared to cut, but his hand with the knife trembled.

After all, he was the first time to touch something of this level. Nervous, he couldn't cut the beans well in half a column of incense.

"This kitchen knife is really not easy to use. It seems that it should be replaced." Seeing this, Yi Feng said apologetically. He really had an idea. The kitchen knife was made shortly after he struck the iron. Although the sharpness was ok, he didn't feel very comfortable.

Hearing the speech, the ancestor of Qingshan shivered.

I am worthy of being an elder.

Are the requirements for chopping knives so high?

You know, as far as he said, this kitchen knife is not very easy to use. It is also something that his green mountain ancestors dreamed of and couldn't get. In the eyes of predecessors, it's not even qualified to cut vegetables.

"Elder, you are so modest. How can such a knife be difficult to use." "If only I had such a knife," said Qingshan

Yi Feng couldn't help sighing when he heard the speech.

It seems that the old man's family is really poor. There is no decent kitchen knife in the poor family.

Not much Kung Fu, three dishes and one soup were brought to the table by Yi Feng.

When the first chopsticks were caught in the entrance, the eyes of Qingshan Laozu and luolanxue brightened.

They swore that they had never eaten such delicious food in their life!

Looking at their eyes, Yi Feng smiled and nodded. He was still a little confident about the food.

Although he is a lazy man, he is also forced to be helpless, because the food in this world doesn't taste very good. Occasionally, Yi Feng can only improve the food by himself.

Of course, even the beef noodles on the opposite side were taught by Yi Feng.

Yi Feng had enough to eat and drink.

The apse.

The wild dog who was kicked unconscious by Yi Feng gradually became conscious.

"Oh, it hurts."

"Damn mortal, watch me recover. I won't kill you."

The dog son roared in his heart. He was full of hatred for Yi Feng. He thought that he was not only the wolf family of TIANYAO, but also the son of TIANYAO emperor, but was planted in the hands of a mortal, which was a great shame to him.

Hateful, hateful!

"If Ao Qing hadn't run away from the tribe and been badly hurt by criminals, how could it be so?"

"Don't let me find you, I'll tear you apart!"

When he roared in his heart, Gouzi finally opened his eyelids.

Wow, wow!

At that moment, countless lights came at him, and he couldn't open his eyes. The lights seemed to put him in a rain of knives and lightsabers.

When he forcibly opened his eyes, he found countless weapons scattered around him.

"These weapons..."

Ao Qing was shocked and opened his protruding mouth. These weapons were all spiritual products.

God!

Dogs doubt life.

Even if he is the son of the demon emperor, he has never seen so many holy things above spiritual products!

I'm afraid I haven't seen so many, let alone him, even the Lao Tzu behind him.

What's more, these weapons are scattered like rags. Who's such a big hand!

"No."

Ao Qing seemed to notice something again. All the weapons scattered on the ground were defective.

"O'neima."

Ao Qing was even more shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.

The defective products have the level of spiritual products. If these weapons are finished products, what level should they be.

You know, a master who makes finished products into spiritual products is completely different from a master who makes defective products into spiritual products. God knows what kind of cow is a man who even defective products are spiritual products.

It's terrible!

"Who is it?"

"What the hell is this?"

Ao Qing recovered a little strength from his coma, propped up his body and walked outside, exploring carefully.

But accidentally stepped into the front hall.

The moment he walked into the front hall, he felt earth shaking and powerful pressure coming towards him. Then the portraits on both sides of the wall shone brightly, and the eighteen weapons in the painting came at him in a form of fighting and shooting.

"Ouch."

Ao Qing roared and felt his legs and claws straight and soft. He ran regardless of others.

What terrible things are hidden in that hall? He was scared to pee just now. What the hell is this place!

He hurried in another direction and stepped in carefully.

"Hoo!"

A sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no such terrible thing.

But someone!

And the mortal is there.

Ao Qing's eyes were immediately filled with the light of hatred. He arched up and was ready to rush to tear the hateful mortal.

incorrect.

At the critical moment, Ao Qing stopped his body and ate with the mortal