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

"Sure enough, it's a beautiful work of art."

After taking a look, Yi Feng didn't find that this thing had much substantive effect.

"But..."

Yi Feng looked down at the fallen leaves on the ground. It turned out that summer had passed and autumn had entered.

The autumn of this world is not more than the autumn of previous lives. The autumn here is already very cold, and it is even worse in winter. It is snowy everywhere.

For practitioners, this weather has little effect on them.

But for him, it's enough to freeze him into a dog.

And this bead

"When the temperature drops in a few days, you can be a stove for me. Ha ha, it's clean and sanitary."

"The most important thing is to save charcoal money."

Convinced by his intelligence, Yi Feng stretched his waist, got up and went to the front hall. He found Zhong Qing sitting on the threshold in a daze.

Yi Feng looked up slightly and found that the object of Zhong Qing's attention was the cultivators passing by from time to time in the distance.

"It seems that the child still has a heart of cultivation!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Qing quickly got up and respectfully shouted, "I've seen your master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

The negative hand approached Zhong Qing, looked up at the far space and sighed, "I know there's something in your heart."

Zhong Qing was slightly surprised.

Yi Feng smiled and just asked him to sit down on the stool.

Although the leaves fall in autumn, it is also a fruitful season. The street in front of the door is still in an endless stream. The teachers and disciples sat in silence at the gate of the martial arts school.

"Maybe, you don't want to tell me..." finally, a voice came out of Yi Feng's mouth.

Zhong Qing deflected her eyes.

"But no matter what, being a teacher doesn't stop you. The entrance of the Castle Peak gate will absorb fresh blood every ten days. If you want, try your luck every ten days!" Yi Feng said.

Zhong Qing clenched her crown and was silent.

Yi Feng didn't speak any more. Looking at the endless stream of people in the street, he got up.

"It's time to cook."

He said.

"Master."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing stopped him.

Yi Feng slowly tilted his head and looked at the little boy whose face was dry fried by the autumn wind.

"I have a grudge."

"I have a deep blood feud!"

Zhong Qinghong's eyes turned red, tears swirled in his eyes, bit his teeth and said to Yi Feng. It seems that speaking out will lead him to bad memories, so it seems to take courage to speak out.

Yi Feng was silent.

"The enemy is so strong that I can't breathe." Zhong Qing grabbed the knife given to him by Yi Feng and said with a trembling voice, "the elder and patriarch of the Green Mountain Gate are even as strong as the old ancestors!"

Yi Feng's palm is also subconsciously tight.

"I can only step into the path of cultivation. Maybe I have a chance..."

Zhong Qinghong looked at him and said.

After a long silence, Yi Feng nodded.

Turn around.

Also red eyes.

My heart is a little astringent, also hate, more angry!

The world is difficult. Zhong Qing has to bear so much at a young age; Hate can do nothing, he is just a mortal; More angry at the injustice of heaven, Zhong Qing has no cultivation qualification.

Cultivate the sect.

After all, it's too far away!

The leader of the elder of the Green Mountain Gate is beyond the reach of ordinary people. As for the ancestor of the Green Mountain Gate, ordinary people only listen to rumors and never see him

The next day.

Castle Peak gate Castle Peak hall.

Qingshan sat at the head with a little embarrassment in his face.

Since he borrowed the knife yesterday, he has been practicing hard for a day. This peerless magic knife really didn't disappoint him and directly raised his combat effectiveness to a higher level.

But also because the martial arts are too profound to be used flexibly. During hard training, he accidentally cut off the three elders' palace and almost killed Yu WuJie, the three elders' favorite disciple.

"Cough, cough, you don't mind holding a treasure knife for the first time."

For a long time, the ancestor of green mountain looked at the teachers and disciples with an iron face and said softly.

"It's an honor for me to get the treasure knife. It's just a little accident. It's not worth mentioning." But having said that, ten thousand canimas ran in the hearts of the three elders.

His palace was built without mentioning. At ordinary times, he used the elder's convenience to search countless finances.

This kitchen knife is completely destroyed.

It's heartache!

Yu WuJie is not much better. His face is white, but now it's a little more pale. He looks like a living dead man who wants to die.

What's more shameful is that when they were pulled out of the ruins, their underwear was shattered under the strong knife breath.

Now he has become a favorite joke of the Castle Peak gate. People everywhere talk about how happy he is