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

Yi Feng is messy in the wind.

What's this and what?

Wu Yonghong's four old men said there was something. They hurried away and left a lot of junk in front of his counter!

What do you say? One part is what he ordered just now, and the other part is the rake money last time?

However, you really give money. You give money. What the hell is it to make such a lot of junk.

Yi Feng is really speechless!

These rags are really ugly.

A pair of boots looks like rain boots; An umbrella, broken and worn, with all kinds of ghost paintings and confused patterns; In addition, there are some broken things that you can't understand

That's it!

It is estimated that old man Wu was really unable to give the rake head money, and he was so sorry that he used these junk things at home to pay off his debts.

Fortunately, Yi Feng is not short of money now.

To tell you the truth, these boots and umbrellas are also useful to him. One day it rained, put on your boots, put on this broken umbrella and go out to get some wine. It's very good!

"Ouch!"

At this time, the dog heard a roar.

Yi Feng glanced at it and ignored it.

But Ao Qing is still crying. This is his instinct as a monster, especially when he encounters fear.

At the moment, his eyes were staring at a small door behind Yi Feng.

He has been here for so long. In fact, he has never paid attention to this small door. Usually, he hasn't gone in. It's rare for Yi Feng to go in. He thought it was a sundry room, but now he doesn't think so.

He always felt that there was something hidden inside.

Because of the faint feeling, a deep and terrible breath came from time to time.

But to his relief, Yi Feng always lay on the recliner and didn't care about the smell in the small door.

But he was still curious, what was hidden inside?

……

Baofeng chamber of Commerce.

Yin Xiong specially sent someone to invite Luo Lanxue.

"Cough, niece, Pingjiang city will soon usher in the annual poetry conference, in which all the poetry adults and literature in the city will be invited. Mr. zhizunbao is so popular. I'm going to invite Mr. to attend, but I can't decide what to do because of his status. See?"

Wen Yan.

Lolan snow was lost in thought.

Then he said, "Sir, there are two points between bending and Pingjiang city. While arranging the overall situation, he is also feeling the life of mortals."

"If you have anything, as long as you don't destroy the overall situation of your husband and don't affect your husband's original intention of perceiving human life, there should be no problem."

"It doesn't affect your original intention to enter the world. This is easy to solve. When you contact your husband, it's good to start from the perspective of mortals." Yin Xiong frowned and said, "but what is the overall situation arranged by Sir?"

Hearing the speech, Luo Lanxue couldn't help smiling bitterly and said softly, "Sir, can you and I guess the overall situation arranged? In short, everything is cautious and careful. However, in a poetry conference, some ordinary people participate. Since you want to invite sir, you can invite him directly. Sir, if you want to, you will go."

"Yes."

Yin Xiong nodded and solemnly said, "niece, I probably understand what you mean."

After discussing with Luo Lanxue, Yin Xiong personally ran to the martial arts school and delivered an invitation to Yi Feng.

Lying on the couch, Yi Feng looked at the invitation in his hand.

Whatever.

Being idle is also idle. It's better to go and have a look.

He would like to see whether the cultural knowledge of this alien world is deeper or whether his 5000 year history is stronger.

……

"Poetry conference?"

In a courtyard, the demon ling'er looked at the news in his hand and raised her pretty eyebrows slightly.

These days, through a series of means, she inquired about the usual life state of the mysterious young man.

She decided.

This is a peerless expert who stepped into the world and realized life.

Since it was a mortal poetry conference, it was a rare opportunity for her.

……

"Daughter, my father has something to tell you today."

In another luxurious courtyard, Mao Lin looked at his daughter Mao Yuner and said earnestly, "daughter, I ask you, what do you think of the author of the dream of Red Mansions and the supreme treasure?"

"Father, what do you mean by... Asking?"

Mao Yuner said softly. While talking, his pretty face was full of blushes.

"To be honest, because of this supreme treasure, the chamber of commerce is likely to lose the first chance in the process of competing for the first chamber of Commerce, so my father asked you to have a good relationship with Yi Feng, even..."

Speaking of this, Mao Lin blushed with an old face, which was really hard to say.

He never thought that a country layman would let him come to this step.

"Father, I know what you mean. I'll work hard..." Mao Lin's meaning is already obvious. However, Mao Yuner seems to have no other opinions on Mao Lin's ideas.