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

Ao Qing's face was full of disbelief.

Just now Yi Feng's hammer went down, flashing a faint spark. The spark turned into dots and scattered in his eyes.

"Hoo!"

Where is this spark?

It's the profound meaning of martial arts!

Although he is a demon family and his cultivation method is different from that of human beings, this unconventional thing can also benefit him greatly.

In particular, the bits and pieces of fire splashed on him, which made him suffer the baptism of martial arts.

At this moment, his injury, which could not recover for half a year, was 20% better.

"Bang!"

Another hammer.

The fire came out again and fell on AO Qing sporadically, which made him feel comfortable all over.

The injury is almost half recovered.

He looked at Yi Feng next to him. He obviously looked ordinary, but somehow, the figure magnified infinitely on AO Qing. It seemed that he was blooming with golden light, just like a dazzling little sun.

"I know, I know..."

Ao Qing said to himself excitedly. Looking at Yi Feng's eyes, he not only lost his original resentment, but shed moving tears.

"This human elder, the purpose of catching me was to cultivate me, and the reason why he humiliated me before must be to temper my state of mind."

"After all, my father said more than once that I was arrogant, a flower in the greenhouse and had never been tempered, which is why he despised me."

"Yes, it must be!"

"Otherwise, how can you explain that the elder humiliated me and restored my injury at the same time?"

Thinking of this, Ao Qing's heart was full of regret and shame.

After the elder saved him, he not only worked hard to temper his state of mind, but also recovered his injury. But what about him?

But full of resentment against the elder.

It's mean and ungrateful.

The remorse in his heart made him want to slap himself heavily.

"I can't let my predecessors down."

"The remorse in your heart is useless. Working hard is the greatest comfort to your predecessors!"

Ao Qing's eyes were full of firmness, and his limbs accelerated more and more. For a time, he even brought a gust of wind.

"Good dog, good."

Looking at the vigorous flame in the stove, Yi Feng praised.

Sure enough!

Living up to your predecessors is the best reward for your predecessors.

Ao Qing is extremely excited when he hears Yi Feng's praise. When he thinks that his predecessors worked hard for him, he doesn't feel ashamed to help Yi Feng do anything anymore.

It's his honor to be cultivated by his predecessors.

Soon, Yi Feng's new kitchen knife had taken shape.

Ao Qing was also panting with sweat on his face, but he didn't care about fatigue, but his eyes fell on the kitchen knife that was still burning.

"This knife..."

As soon as Ao Qing's voice fell, Yi Feng looked at it with satisfaction, and then passed through the water. When he brought it up again, Ao Qing took a breath of cool air.

"Is this Dao the emperor's... Product? No, no... "

In the end, Ao Qing found that he could not distinguish the grade of the kitchen knife at all, because the kitchen knife had gone beyond the scope of his cognition.

All he knew was that this was the highest rank of magic soldier he had ever seen!

Hoo!

It's really blessed. I actually witnessed the birth of such a magic weapon, and I contributed to the birth of this magic weapon.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Father, sooner or later, you will find that my son is no worse than your other sons!"

"If you know that I cooperated with this elder to build such a magic weapon, I'm afraid you will never look down on me again!"

As soon as he thought of this, Ao Qing looked at Yi Feng with gratitude.

Noble man!

Feng Shui takes turns and finally turns to Ao Qing. If I stay here longer, then... Tut tut!

Looking at the dog's crazy appearance, Yi Fengbai glanced at it.

Although I don't know the variety, it's really like husky.

It must be the husky of the world!

"Master, there are guests." Outside the hall, Zhong Qing came over and said respectfully.

"Oh, come!"

Yi Feng nodded faintly, watching the kitchen knife just made, and walked out of the hall.

At the door stood a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

The girl is slim and graceful, with exquisite facial features. Although she wears ordinary clothes, she is definitely a top beauty.