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

"Master, no, no!"

Ye Bei shouted anxiously, his heart became even more anxious.

He knew that this matter could not be said.

Because this master of his, not only has a fiery temper, but is also notorious for not afraid of death, and is notoriously reckless!

Of course, it is precisely because of his recklessness that his talent is not particularly good, but he has made great achievements.

If it was in the past, he must have followed the temperament of Shaking Tianque, but this time it was completely different.

Even Ye Bei had not guessed that the young man in the martial arts hall and the man in black robe were existences beyond Emperor Wu.

This kind of power, his master is a small Wuzong, isn't it courting death?

"Master!"

Seeing that Tiantian Que didn't listen to the advice, Ye Bei simply became anxious and forced a tinge of Qingfeng to his neck.

"You disciple?"

Seeing this, the long sword at the foot of the Heaven Shaking Tower was considered to be hanging in the air.

"Master, please listen to your disciple's advice, we are really not their opponents, and we are not on the same level!" Ye Beiyu said earnestly: "And this matter is not their fault, but I am the first to cause trouble, you Just give me the Innate Spirit Treasure, and I can take care of the rest by myself, okay?"

"you……"

Shaking Tianque waved his robe sleeves, sighed heavily, and then sealed Ye Bei's cultivation.

"Master you?"

Ye Bei's face changed.

Shaantian Que waved his hand to interrupt, and then said in a deep voice, "Although I have sealed your cultivation base, I can listen to your advice today."

"However, you also know my swordsmanship. When I am Wuzun, you will follow me down the mountain!"

Say it.

Shaking Tianque took the sword and went back.

Seeing this, Ye Bei shook his head with a sigh.

His master is known as the mad sword. For the swordsmanship in his heart, even if he really died, he would go to it. It is not easy to obtain such a setback today.

But now, his cultivation base has been sealed. This place is on the edge of Nansha, and it is thousands of miles away from the martial arts hall. He can't get through it at all.

I just hope that the Heaven Shaking Tower will not break through Wu Zun so early!

...

"Jianguang crosses snow and jade dragon cold!"

"Refreshing and refreshing Ye Weiyang!"

"Poetry is not good, this word is really good!"

In the martial arts hall, Yi Feng raised his pen and looked at his calligraphy, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Calculate the time, now I'm afraid it's close to the Spring Festival in my previous life!" Yi Feng looked at the cold air outside the window and couldn't help but sigh.

"Then write another couplets!"

Yi Feng found two more pieces of red rice paper, took a pen and wrote two Spring Festival couplets on the rice paper, nodded with satisfaction and shouted, "Teacher, don't hold back now that you're done, hurry up, put these couples together. Paste the Spring Festival couplets at the door."

"It's Master."

Xiao Zhongqing put on a large cotton jacket, took a deep breath, picked up Yi Feng's two Spring Festival couplets, and walked outside.

After attaching the couplet, he returned to Yi Feng's side.

"Teacher, you are now healed, so let's practice martial arts!" Looking at Zhong Qing, Yi Feng said with a smile: "Also, this sword has been given to you for so long, it seems that you haven't been taught swordsmanship yet, right?"

"Yes Master."

Zhong Qing tightened the long knife in his hand and nodded obediently.

"Practicing the sword for the master is comparable to the gods. I have summed up three styles in total. Today, I will teach you these three styles." Yi Feng put down the brush in his hand and said softly.

"Dare to ask Master, which three styles are they?" Zhong Qing asked in confusion.

"Chop, chop, chop!"

Yi Feng said with a leisurely smile: "You have to remember that change is inseparable from these three styles. As long as you practice these three styles, this knife will naturally be freely wielded in your hands."

Saying that, Yi Feng took the long knife and played three moves for Zhong Qing.

After brushing, he returned the knife to Zhong Qing.

"In the future, you can practice these three poses!"

"Oh, good!"

Zhong Qing scratched his head, although he didn't know why Yi Feng asked him to practice this trivial three-style, but he still obeyed Yi Feng's words unconditionally.

Autumn gradually passed.

Winter has come.

Outside the house, it was already snowing with goose feathers.

The days went on as before.

The three of Wu Yonghong are still reclaiming the wasteland, and only half of it has been done in such a long time. Due to the weather, Yi Feng can also understand the efficiency.

If the land is not done well, it is natural to carry manure.

As the efficiency of Wu Yonghong and the three of them decreased, Lu Dasheng also relaxed a lot every day, and usually finished picking dung in the morning.

It's just that people can't understand that in the afternoon, he could have a good rest, but he always stayed by the cesspit until it was dark, and at the same time he said something in his mouth, but he didn't even shout.

Zhong Qing was wielding a big sword.

Practice the three styles of chopping, chopping, and slashing day after day.

It's just that the broken skull still doesn't seem to make people worry, and the gold coins that Yi Feng hides under the bed seem to be decreasing from time to time.

Of course, Yi Feng, who is addicted to calligraphy all day, has no time to take care of it.

After writing another couplet, a familiar voice finally appeared in his mind.

"Ding: Congratulations to the host, the calligraphy has reached the level of the gods!"

"Finally finished."

Yi Feng nodded with satisfaction and looked at his eyes.

After placing the two newly released Spring Festival couplets, Yi Feng shouted again, "Teacher, tear up the two couplets at the door and replace them with this one."

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing put away the long knife, took down two new couplets, and put them on the door again.

"Master's writing is really beautiful."

Zhong Qing clapped his little hands, stepped on the snow on the ground, and prepared to go back to the house.

"boom!"

At this moment, a figure smashed from an unknown direction and landed directly at Zhong Qing's feet.

At the same time, blood was gushing out from his mouth, and the whole person became dying.

Zhong Qing was stunned.

Before he had time to ask questions, not far from the door, another man with a giant sword approached, slowly pushing towards the injured man.

"Black Sword, thousands of miles away, you still have to chase me, what's the trouble?"

The injured man shouted unwillingly.

"I want to prove that I am the first sword in Nansha!" Heijian said coldly.

"You have already proved it, why do you want to kill them all?" shouted the injured man.

"Because under my sword, I never leave a living room, so you must die!" Heijian stepped on the snow with an indifferent voice, and finally approached.

"stop."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing stood in front of the injured man with a blushing face and shouted, "Don't fight at the entrance of our martial arts hall."

After Heijian glanced at Zhong Qing, he ignored it, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly lifted up.

"Come on."

The injured man hurriedly shouted at Zhong Qing.

However, the giant sword in the black sword's hand was already on top of Zhong Qing's head.

This sword.

Carrying endless coercion, he came directly.

Seeing this, the injured man showed a dead gray color, because when the sword came down, no grass would grow wherever the sword light passed.

pity.

Before dying, a child will be implicated.

He closed his eyes.

"clang!"

But at this moment, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears, he suddenly opened his eyes, and was horrified to find that the little boy next to him picked up the sword and flew the sword.

"Zheng!"

With a humming sound, the giant sword plunged straight into the ground, half a foot deep into the ground.

"I told you not to fight at the entrance of my martial arts hall, why didn't you listen?"

The little boy blushed, and let out a sound of displeasure.

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