Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
I'm just a normal human being
Following Zhong Qing, Guan Yunpeng trembled and walked towards the martial arts hall.
along journey.
Surprised all the way.
Until the end, I felt my whole body would go numb.
From the step of entering the door, to wherever the eyes looked, there was a treasure.
Mirrors hanging in the famous hall, pictures on both sides of the wall, large black umbrellas placed randomly, beads of fire on the stove, etc, and even the cloth hanging on the bamboo pole ...
He has lost count.
He only knew that every time he saw the treasure, his body involuntarily sunk a little, and he almost fell to the ground as he passed through this hall.
"Master, I will bring someone," Zhong Qing said softly.
Zhong Qing's words instantly made Guan Yunpeng agitated, so he hurriedly raised his head and looked forward.
a young man.
fall into his eyes.
A pure white robe, showing a gentle and elegant temperament, standing beside the table with a pen in his right hand, with a feeling of coming out from the dust all over his body, he smiled at her with a faint smile.
these.
Is that Senior master Zhong Qing?
Right.
Just incredible!
It's just that he's like Senior Zhong Qing, so I can't see the details, and I don't know what cultivation is like.
At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what had happened in the martial arts hall just now, Yi Feng glanced at him in awe, and then smiled at Guan Yunpeng: "Sit down."
"Yes." Yeah."
Guan Yunpeng nodded cautiously, even though there was a bench beside him, he still did not dare to sit down.
all of a sudden.
His pupils are shrinking.
His eyes were fixed on the rice paper filled with calligraphy.
A sudden bang in my heart.
He was horrified to find that the fonts on the rice paper all contained something that shocked him.
Like a square font, with an aura of majesty.
That blade-like font contained a powerful blade aura.
There were also many, many different fonts, or Jianyi, or Daoyun, or Wuyi, or made people feel peaceful, or made people's blood boil...
What made him even more incredulous was that the rice paper filled with this font, on the ground, on the table, and even under Yi Feng's feet, was scattered everywhere, everywhere, like discarded rubbish.
"Saying sir, good, very good!"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he was still a little level, but he could not think of a word that could express praise.
"You know his words too?"
Hearing this, Yi Feng asked Guan Yunpeng in surprise.
"A little, a little."
Guan Yunpeng hurriedly bowed and said, "Just at my level, I dare not make an axe in front of you."
“Haha, equally, by the way, what's your name?” Yi Feng was quite excited, but he did not expect to meet a man.
"Guan Yunpeng."
Guan Yunpeng responded quickly.
"Guan Yunpeng, what a name."
Yi Feng nodded, wrote the three Guan Yunpeng characters on a new piece of rice paper, then handed them to Guan Yunpeng and smiled, "How do you look at those three characters."
Guan Yunpeng took the rice paper respectfully with both hands, and felt a strong sword intent blowing into his face.
"Good good good."
Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both his hands, shouted in his mouth, and his eyes shone brightly, he never thought that writing his name could also play such a role.
"What?"
"Send me?"
Guan Yunpeng's heart skipped a beat, his body trembled, and he looked at Yi Feng with an incredible face, full of shock.
"Just a few words, it's no big deal!" Said Yi Feng with a smile.
"Thank you, thank you senior."
Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both of his hands, tears of joy spread, and he was about to kneel towards Yi Feng with a trembling body.
Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly lifted him up, looking at his eyes that were faintly crying, he could not hold his breath, how much did this person like words?
Recalling that he was still injured, he smiled again: "Let me show him the wound!"
“Well, how dare you trouble Mr Guan?” Guan Yunpeng said flattered.
“Meeting is destiny, so what is the problem.” Yi Feng smiled gently.
"Okay sir, please."
Guan Yunpeng could not contain the excitement in his heart, he did not expect that he would not only survive the disaster today, but also get such an opportunity in succession.
Approaching Yi Feng, he said carefully, "Just, Master, I'm afraid this injury won't heal!"
"You think too much." Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him and said, "This is a skin injury, what can't be cured?"
"P, trauma?"
Guan Yunpeng smacked his lips and looked at Yi Feng in disbelief.
It seemed that there was only one sword mark on his body, but his meridians and internal organs had long been injured by the sword energy from the black sword, but this one said that it was a skin injury?
Did he fail to see what was happening in his body, or was it really light in his opinion?
To his surprise, Yi Feng had already asked Zhong Qing to bring him the crushed herbs.
"Wear it, it'll be fine soon."
Saying that, Yi Feng took the potion and attached it to Guan Yunpeng's wound with a "eruption".
so sloppy?
Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth, although he admitted that the cultivation of the big man was against the heavens, did he misunderstand about his treatment?
But as soon as he raised this doubt, he was horrified to discover that warm currents entered his body along his wounds, not only eliminating the sword qi left in his body, but also the heat, but it also repaired his injured meridians and meridians at a visible speed.
"hisses!"
Once this comfortable feeling came, Guan Yunpeng could not help but shiver.
What kind of heaven-defying method was this, so terrifying!
For a while, he looked at Yi Feng with more frantic eyes, and hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng and said gratefully: "The senior method is really strong, really strong, not only did he cultivate to the heavens, but at the same time he supported the younger generation like me, there was also a kind heart that saved all beings."
"Cultivation is Tongtian?"
Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and said with a smile, "Are you making a mistake, I have no cultivation base, I am only a human."
"living things?"
Guan Yunpeng was stunned.
The disciple who killed the black sword just now said that he was a mortal, but now this big man in a heaven-defying manner actually said that he was a human?
"Senior, you are too humble, why do you hide it so humbly when you have the means to reach the heavens?" Finally, he asked the doubt in his heart.
"I have no way of reaching the heavens, I am truly a mortal man."
Yi Feng could not help but roll his eyes towards her, thinking that he would not meet another high school student like Wu Yonghong again, right?
Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.
I really don't know why it's so powerful to pretend to be human.
"Gentlemen."
"Sir, today's work is almost done, let's chat with you."
Just then, a few screams came from outside the door.
Then, under Guan Yunpeng's astonished gaze, several old men walked in muddy.