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

Seeing the young man off, he had just returned to the hospital and sat down. There was a voice outside the door.

Yi Feng smiled helplessly.

Just listening to the sound, he knew who it was. He walked out the door and had a look.

Sure enough.

It's the dying middle two old man who loves playing chess and vegetables, Wu Yonghong.

But this time to Yi Feng's surprise, not only old man Wu, but also three old men about his age.

Looking at the three old men, Yi Feng subconsciously tilted his mouth.

It's called a greeting!

One of them is skinny, black and doesn't slip away. I don't know whether he was malnourished since childhood or what. I'm afraid he hasn't weighed 60 kg. His weak appearance makes Yi Feng afraid to meet him. If he knocks and pops, he won't be able to cause trouble.

Although the other one is a little longer, it's really a dress that people can't compliment. It's full of things I don't know whether it's chicken bones or something. In particular, there's a big wrench of a skeleton on the thumb, which is a pair of alien non mainstream.

As for the last one, it doesn't look like a poor man.

He has a big golden tooth and a big abacus on his back. He is rubbing two broken eggs in his hand. Holding his head high, he shows an unpredictable color. Although the dress feels a little, his temperament is still thousands of miles away!

Of course, visitors are guests.

Although these old men exchanged greetings a little, Yi Feng wouldn't judge people by their appearance.

However, to Yi Feng's surprise, these stuttering old men were mysterious. They didn't see them when they sent the young man asking for directions away just now. It was really strange.

"Mr. Yi."

Wu Yonghong arched his hands at Yi Feng and said hello respectfully. Obviously, after the last time, he even changed his name to Yi Feng.

"Long time no see, come in and sit down!" Yi Feng waved with a smile.

"Yes."

Wu Yonghong nodded excitedly. He was still very nervous. After all, he brought three strangers without saying hello. He was afraid of causing Yi Feng's unhappiness. Now it seems that Yi Feng's mind is much broader than he imagined.

"Come on, sir. Please let us in."

Thinking of this, old man Wu hurriedly pushed the other three people.

But the three did not move forward, but looked at Wu Yonghong with questioning eyes.

When they came, they listened to Wu Yonghong blowing how powerful Yi Feng was, and even could easily take out the holy product God rake, so they believed seven or eight points and came with a respectful attitude.

Take a look.

That's not the case at all.

What do you think of this young man in front of you? He is a mortal!

"Well, what do you want me to tell you?" Wu Yonghong said anxiously, "don't say you can't see through his cultivation, I can't see through either."

"Well, even if it's like you said, but you haven't said that he has a plaque with martial intention. Where's the plaque?" The skinny old man asked again.

"This..."

Wu Yonghong's face was a little embarrassed. Looking at it, he found that the door was empty.

"It may be that Mr. has taken it down temporarily. Let's stop worrying about it. Since Mr. invites us in, we'd better hurry in!" Wu Yonghong said anxiously.

The three still hesitated.

Who are the three of them? It's ok if they are really an expert here, but if they are just mortals, where are they qualified to enter the seat?

"You, you really are..." Wu Yonghong angrily pointed to the three people and said, "we have been for so many years. Will I cheat you? I don't believe it. Just go in and have a look together?"

The three looked at each other when they heard the speech.

Wu Yonghong really doesn't look like lying, and the holy rake in his hand can't be fake.

Now that you're here, it's no big deal to go in and have a look.

A group of four people walked towards the martial arts school.