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

However, although I have doubts in my heart, I dare not talk much.

"Master Yi, this is mine..." the ancestor of Qingshan leaned slightly to introduce Zhu Yun to Yi Feng.

Yi Feng waved and interrupted, "I see, uncle and nephew?"

"Worthy of being an elder."

The ancestor of Castle Peak was full of admiration.

However, I think it's superfluous for him. I'm afraid he can see Zhu Yun's identity at a glance with the elder's omniscient means.

Yi Feng smiled.

It's nothing at all.

Qingshan is an old man and Zhu Yun is a middle-aged man. They have a close relationship. Zhu Yun is so respectful to Qingshan. I think it should be just like uncle and nephew.

"But you came just in time. I have no wine here. Do you have any wine?" Yi Feng was also impolite and asked for wine directly. It was impossible for Peng Ying's woman not to be sad for Yi Feng. The only stock left in the family had been drunk up.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The ancestor of green mountain said quickly, but he thought he was in a hurry after he promised. He simply forgot to bring wine. Fortunately, Zhu Yun was aside, and he looked at Zhu Yun.

"Uncle, you..."

Zhu Yun had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Your victory fruit Dan, take it out!" Qingshan said with his hands open.

"Ah?"

Zhu Yun's face was dark and unwilling. He could only brew three bottles a year. For him, it was priceless. Usually no one would give up to drink, but now he wants him to give it to a mortal?

"Hurry up."

Seeing that Zhu Yun was so ignorant of good and evil, the ancestor of Castle Peak was anxious. He stretched out a violent chestnut and knocked on Zhu Yun's forehead.

"Martial uncle, please give me some face." Zhu Yun held his head and muttered wrongfully, "I'm also the master of the Green Mountain Gate. If I'm seen, where's my dignity!"

"What happened to a little sect leader? You gasped?" "I warn you, even if you're a dragon here, you'll give it to me."

Then another violent chestnut knocked at Zhu Yun.

Zhu Yun quickly stepped back and looked wrongfully at the ancestor of Qingshan.

"Don't you take out the wine?" Cried the ancestor of Qingshan.

Under the persecution of Qingshan's ancestors, Zhu Yuncai reluctantly took out shengguodan.

"Look at your stingy way, bitch. It's your honor to let you take out this wine today." The ancestor of Castle Peak scolded and won the victory. Then he changed his face and said with a smile: "Master Yi, the wine is general. I don't know if it suits your taste. Please make do with it."

Yi Feng smiled. He was never polite. He took a sip and said, "wine is good, but it almost tastes good."

The ancestor of Qingshan has been pecking rice with chickens.

But Zhu Yun almost ran away.

This mortal's tone is too big, isn't it?

You know, his shengguodan is a valuable thing without a market. As the leader of the green mountain sect, he only has three bottles a year, but this damn mortal actually says that his shengguodan is a little bad?

He really couldn't figure out why the ancestor of green mountain was so polite to this mortal.

If the ancestor of green mountain hadn't been here, he wouldn't dare to act rashly. With his status, he would have made this mortal into meat pie.

But when the ancestor of Castle Peak was there, he could only keep his anger in his heart.

"Disciple, bring two more stools." Yi Feng shouted.

Zhong Qing soon moved out two stools.

"Hehe, it's a kind of life to watch the sunset and the beautiful scenery at dusk and have a drink!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"Yes!"

The ancestor of Castle Peak sat down on the small stool next to Yi Feng and sighed that the dusk seemed beautiful to him, but he was ashamed that he could not understand the artistic conception of his predecessors!

"Hum!"

Zhu Yun snorted in his heart.

This mortal would have died ten thousand times if it weren't for the sake of the ancestor of green mountain. The grand ancestor of green mountain and his master of green mountain sect came. It's okay if the mortal didn't invite them into the house for entertainment. He even got two broken stools to sit at the door?

Who do you look down on!

However, due to the bad attack of the old ancestor of Qingshan, he just stood there and didn't say a word.

A glance.

Seeing the martial arts book set by Yi Feng's stall, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and turned it over.