Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

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

After looking at it for a while, Yi Feng didn't find that this thing had any substantial effect.

"but……"

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

The autumn in this world is no different than the autumn in the previous life. The autumn here is already very cold, and in winter, it is even worse, with snow everywhere.

For practitioners, this kind of weather has little effect on them.

But for a mortal like him, it was enough to make him freeze into a dog.

And this bead...

"When the temperature cools down in a few days, you can use it as a stove for me, haha, it's clean and hygienic and saves trouble."

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

Yi Feng was impressed by his own ingenuity, stretched out, got up and walked to the front hall, and found Zhong Qing sitting on the threshold in a daze.

Yi Feng raised his head slightly and found that Zhong Qing's attention turned out to be the practitioners who passed by from time to time in the distance.

"It seems that this child still has a cultivation heart!"

Yi Feng sighed slightly.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Qing quickly got up and shouted respectfully, "I have seen Master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

He approached Zhong Qing with his hands down, looked up at Yuan Kong, and sighed, "I know, you have something hidden in your heart."

Zhong Qing was slightly surprised.

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

Although the autumn leaves are falling, it is also a fruitful season. The streets in front of the door are still endless. The master and the apprentice are sitting at the entrance of the martial arts hall in silence, relatively speechless.

"Maybe, you don't really want to tell me..." Finally, a voice came from Yi Feng's mouth.

Zhong Qing turned his eyes away.

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

Zhong Qing gritted the crown of his teeth and remained silent.

Yi Feng didn't say a word anymore. Seeing that there were fewer 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 scorched by the autumn wind.

"I have a grudge."

"I have a blood feud!"

Zhong Qing's eyes were red, tears were swirling in his eyes, and he said to Yi Feng, gritted his teeth, it seemed that speaking out would bring back bad memories for him, so speaking out seemed very courageous.

Yi Feng was silent.

"The enemy is very strong, so strong that I can't breathe." Zhong Qing firmly grasped the knife that Yi Feng gave him, tremblingly said: "There are elders of Qingshanmen, even the ancestors. powerful!"

Yi Feng's palm also tightened subconsciously.

"I can only step into the path of cultivation, and maybe there is 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, and I hate it, and I am even more angry!

The world is difficult, and Zhong Qing has to endure so much at a young age; he is only a mortal if he hates powerlessness; he is even more angry that the way of heaven is unfair, and Zhong Qing himself does not have the qualifications to cultivate.

Cultivation sect.

After all, it is too far away!

A person like the elder and sect master of Qingshanmen is already at a height that mortals cannot reach. As for the ancestors of Qingshanmen, mortals only listen to rumors and have never seen him...

the next day.

Qingshan Gate Qingshan Hall.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat on the top with a little embarrassment on his face.

Since borrowing the sword yesterday, he has been practicing hard for a day in seclusion. This peerless divine sword really did not disappoint him, and directly raised his combat power to a higher level.

However, because the martial intent was too profound, it could not be fully used flexibly. During the hard training, he accidentally chopped off the palace of the third elder, and almost killed the third elder's most beloved disciple, Yu Wujie.

"Cough, cough, first time holding a treasured sword, don't you mind too much."

After a long time, Qingshan Patriarch looked at the blue-faced master and apprentice and comforted softly.

"It is an honor for my ancestor to get the treasured saber. It's just a small accident, and it's not worth mentioning." But having said that, there are 10,000 Cao Nyima galloping in the heart of the third elder.

His palace, not to mention the construction, usually used the elders to loot countless financial resources.

When this kitchen knife came down, it was completely ruined.

It just hurts my heart!

Yu Wujie wasn't much better either. His face was white and pure, but now it was a little paler, and he looked like a living dead person who wanted to die.

What's even more shameful is that when someone was pulled out of the ruins, under the strong knife gas, the **** were shaken to pieces.

He has now become a favorite joke of Qingshanmen, and everywhere people talk about how much he is...