Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Don't fight in front of the door of my martial arts hall
"Master, no, no!"
Ye Bei shouted anxiously, his heart becoming more anxious.
He knew that this matter could not be said.
Because of this master, not only did he have a fiery temper, but he was also famous for not fearing death, and was famous for being reckless!
Of course, precisely because of his arrogance, his talent was not very good, but he had made great achievements.
If it had been in the past, he would have followed Shaking Tianque's temperament, but this time it was completely different.
Even Ye Bei had not expected that the young man in the martial arts hall and the black-robed man were existences outside of Emperor Wu.
This kind of power, its master is little Wuzong, isn't it seeking death?
"Mastering!"
Seeing that Tiantian Que did not listen to his advice, Ye Bei became anxious and forced a tinge of Qingfeng onto his neck.
"You're a student?"
Seeing this, the long sword at the foot of the Heaven Shaking Tower was thought to be hanging in midair.
"Sir, please listen to the Disciple's advice, we really are not their opponents, and we are not on the same level!" Ye Beiyu said solemnly: "And this matter is not their fault, but I am the first to cause trouble, You Give me the Innate Spirit Treasure, and I can take care of the rest myself, okay?"
"You…"
Shaking Tianque waved the sleeve of his robe, heaved a heavy sigh, and then sealed Ye Bei's cultivation.
"Your master?"
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 the science of my sword. When I'm Wuzun, you'll follow me down the mountain!"
Tell.
Shaking Tianque took the sword and returned.
Seeing this, Ye Bei shook his head while sighing.
His master was known as a mad sword. For the swordsmanship in his heart, even if he were to really die, he would do it. It's not easy to get that kind of setback today.
But now, his cultivation base had been sealed. This place was on the edge of Nansha, and it was thousands of miles away from the martial arts hall. He can't get through it.
I only hope that the Heaven Shaking Tower will not break through Wu Zun so quickly!
…
"Jianguang crossed the snow and the cold jade dragon!"
"Fresh and refresh Ye Weiyang!"
"Poetry is not good, this word is great!"
In the martial arts hall, Yi Feng raised his questioner and looked at his calligraphy, and could only sigh.
“Count the time, now I worry it is close to the Spring Festival in my previous life!” Yi Feng looked at the cold air outside the window and could not hold his breath.
"Then write another verse!"
Yi Feng found two more pieces of brown rice paper, took out a pen and wrote two Spring Festival stanzas on the rice paper, nodded in satisfaction and shouted, "Zhong Qing, "Zhong Qing, don't hold back now that you're done, quickly, put these pairs together. Stick the Spring Festival temple on the door."
"That's Master."
Xiao Zhongqing wore a large padded jacket, took a deep breath, took out two temples of Yi Fengs Spring Festival, and walked out.
After putting up the temple, he returned to Yi Feng's side.
“Teacher, you're cured now, so let's practice martial arts!” Looking at Zhong Qing, Yi Feng said with a smile, “And this sword has been given to you for so long. Looks like you haven't taught you how. to do it again, have you?"
"Yes sir."
Zhong Qing tightened the long blade in his hand and nodded obediently.
"Practicing swords for masters is comparable to the gods. I have concluded three styles in total. Today, I will teach you these three styles. "Yi Feng put down the brush in his hand and said gently.
“Dare to ask Master, which are the three styles?” Zhong Qing asked in confusion.
"Cut, cut, cut!"
Yi Feng said with a relaxed smile: "You must remember that change is inseparable from these three styles. As long as you practice these three styles, this blade will naturally be used freely in your hands."
Saying that, Yi Feng took out a long blade and played three moves for Zhong Qing.
After brushing, he returned the blade to Zhong Qing.
"In the future, you can practice these three poses!"
"Oh great!"
Zhong Qing scratched his head, although he did not know why Yi Feng had asked him to practice these three trivial styles, but he still obeyed Yi Feng's words unconditionally.
Winter has arrived.
Outside the house, it was already snowing with goose feathers.
The days went on as before.
The three Wu Yonghongs were still reclaiming the desert, and only half of it had been done in a long time, due to the weather, Yi Feng was also able to grasp the efficiency.
If the soil is not done well, it is natural to carry manure.
As the efficiency of the three Wu Yonghongs decreased, Lu Dasheng also relaxed a lot every day, and usually finished picking the dirt in the morning.
It's just that people can't understand that in the afternoon, he can rest well, but he's always been near the sinkhole until it's dark, and at the same time he said something in his mouth, but he didn't even scream.
Zhong Qing was holding a large sword.
Practice the three styles of cutting, cutting, and cutting day by day.
It was just that the broken skull still didn't seem to worry people, and the gold coins Yi Feng had hidden under the bed seemed to diminish over time.
Of course, Yi Feng who was addicted to calligraphy all day, did not have time to take care of it.
After writing another verse, a familiar voice finally appeared in his mind.
"Ding: Congratulations to the host, the calligraphy has reached the level of a god!"
"Finally done."
Yi Feng nodded in satisfaction. Looking at the two newly released Spring Festival stanzas, Yi Feng shouted again, "Zhong Qing, tear two stanzas at the door and replace them with this one."
"Yes sir."
Zhong Qing kept the long blade, took down two new stanzas, and placed it on the door again.
"Guru's writing is really beautiful."
Zhong Qing clapped his little hands, stepped on the snow on the ground, and prepared to return home.
"explosion!"
At this moment, a figure crashed from an unknown direction and landed directly at Zhong Qing's feet.
At the same time, blood spurted out from his mouth, and the entire person became dying.
Zhong Qing was stunned.
Before he could ask, not far from the door, another man with a giant sword came and slowly pushed towards the injured man.
"Black Sword, thousands of miles away, you still have to chase after me, what's up?"
The injured man shouted reluctantly.
“I want to prove that I am the first sword in Nansha!” Heijian said coldly.
“You've proved it, why do you want to kill them all?” shouted the injured man.
“Because under my sword, I never left the living room, so you have to 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 reddened face and shouted, "Don't fight at the entrance of our martial arts hall."
After Heijian glanced at Zhong Qing, he ignored him, and the giant sword in his hand suddenly shot up.
"Come on."
The injured man hurriedly shouted at Zhong Qing.
However, the gigantic sword in the black sword hand was already on top of Zhong Qing's head.
this sword.
Carrying endless coercion, he was under direct pressure.
Seeing this, the wounded man showed a dead gray color, because when the sword fell, no grass grew wherever the sword light passed by.
pity.
Before he died, he had to involve a child.
He closed his eyes.
"about!"
But at this moment, a pleasant voice rang out in his ears, he suddenly opened his eyes, and was horrified to find that the boy next to him picked up the sword and flew the sword.
"Zhen!"
With a buzzing sound, the gigantic sword instantly fell to the ground, half a foot deep into the ground.
"I told you not to fight at the entrance of my martial arts hall, why don't you listen?"
The boy blushed and let out a voice of displeasure.