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

Why?

Why did the four martial arts masters call this young man sir with such respect.

Can you say?

This martial arts school is not owned by Wu Yonghong. The young man in front of us is the real behind the scenes?

I can't help it.

He remembered what the demon ling'er said. It was the young man who ordered people to take the fast cloak as a rag, and it was the young man who took the clean and windless bones as the dog's rations.

Thinking of this, Ning Xuanwu felt extremely unbelievable.

But even if he was incredible, he felt that the answer was almost ten.

Wu Yonghong's four people's respect for Yi Feng is not to mention. As King Wu, he found that he could not see through the strength of the young master in front of him.

Like a mortal.

Seemingly ordinary, but actually unfathomable!

At this point, he swallowed deeply.

"Sir, he's here..." after greeting Yi Feng, Wu Yonghong said respectfully. Obviously, he wanted to report Ning Xuanwu.

"Needless to say, I know."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Sir, we're talkative." Wu Yonghong looked at each other and bowed his head respectfully. It seems that Mr. Wu is Mr. Wu. Even if people are no longer here, they already know the things here.

"There's nothing talkative."

Yi Feng smiled.

When he just walked out of the door, he just heard Chu crazy lion lecturing the uncle kneeling on the ground. What did he listen to? It is estimated that they are lecturing the younger generation!

Old man.

It's understandable to see the younger generation learn a lesson, but I don't know what mistake the uncle made.

Ning Xuanwu, kneeling on one side, also opened his mouth, and his intestines were green with regret.

There was a deep fear in his eyes.

He has now determined that the mysterious young man in front of him is an old monster older than Wu Yonghong and others. He hit the door blind. I don't know what others know.

At the thought of offending such people, he felt his back cold and his face pale like a piece of paper.

Today, I'm afraid he has to explain here.

"It's all right. Just deal with it." Yi Feng said indifferently that even at the gate of his martial arts school, it had no impact on him.

"Shall we deal with it?"

The four of Wu Yonghong were slightly surprised and looked at each other. They didn't expect Yi Feng to directly hand over Ning Xuanwu to them.

However, a small king of martial arts, I'm afraid it's not enough for Mr. Wu to pay attention to himself.

Just, what should we do?

Four people, look at me and I look at you. No one can pay attention. They can only look at Yi Feng.

"Why are you looking at me?" Yi Feng asked silently.

"Well, sir, we just want to ask, in your opinion, what should we do?" Wu Yonghong made a sound and asked nervously.

On one side, Ning Xuanwu, whose face was pale, also looked over.

At ordinary times, he became pitiful when he was in Xuanwu sect. He knew that his life could be completely in Yi Feng's hands.

"Ask me?"

Yi Feng rubbed his nose.

Quite speechless. Your own younger generation should teach me a lesson and ask me what this irrelevant person is doing?

Looking at the appearance of the four old men who had been asking, Yi Feng had no choice but to say, "I have nothing to say, but I mean that since I have made a mistake, I must bear the corresponding consequences. Of course, I can't treat the younger generation without giving him a chance. Whether he can grow up after the lesson depends on his own nature."

With that, Yi Feng looked at the sky and thought it was almost time to cook.

After all, Zhong Qing has been busy all day. It's reasonable for him to help him occasionally.

Besides, they are teaching their younger generation, and it's not good for him to be around.

After Yi Feng left, Wu Yonghong thought about Yi Feng's words, then looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

obviously.

Sir's meaning is already obvious.

Then, four pairs of gloomy eyes fell on Ning Xuanwu.

Ning Xuanwu suddenly trembled and was sweating.

"Take out the storage bag first!"

Wu Yonghong stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.

"Old master, isn't it necessary?" Ning Xuanwu said with an ugly face.

"Huh?"

Wu Yonghong's voice sank, narrowed his eyes and said, "didn't you hear what Sir said just now?"

"All right, all right!"

Ning Xuanwu clenched his teeth and took out the storage bag reluctantly. In addition to the last treasure on him, it is the resource of the whole Xuanwu sect.

When the bag was snatched by Wu Yonghong, Ning Xuanwu's heart was dripping blood.

"Yes."

Wu Yonghong opened the storage bag and nodded with satisfaction. He handed it to Chu crazy lion. Then he ordered, "take it first and give it to Sir later."

Then he looked at Ning Xuanwu again and said in a deep voice, "get up first!"

Hearing the speech, Ning Xuanwu got up and looked at the faces of the four people. He asked nervously, "those four elders, I, can I go?"

With that, he raised his legs and couldn't wait to leave the place.

However, as soon as he picked up his steps, a wave of pressure hit him again.

"Go?"

"Didn't you hear what Sir said just now?"

Wu Yonghong asked angrily. While talking, he looked at the thin old man sun Zhuge.

Sun Zhuge smiled coldly, waved his palm, and a black fog spread towards Ning Xuanwu, immediately enveloping his whole palm.

"This is my Tiansha poison. It will spread all over my body from my arm in three days."

"What?"

"Tiansha poison?"

Ning Xuanwu's face was as white as paper when he heard the speech. Looking at the black fog on his arm, he seemed to see something terrible.

"You've heard it yourself. This is what Sir means. He doesn't take your life directly. Of course, whether you can stand as an individual can only depend on your nature."

"Go away!"

With a wave of his arm, Ning Xuanwu flew out directly.