Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Meaning of Yi Feng
wh why?
Why would four martial arts masters call this young man with such respect as Master.
Could it?
This martial arts hall did not belong to Wu Yonghong and the four of them, was the young man in front of him really behind the scenes?
Can't not not.
He remembered what Yao Ling'er had said, it was this young man who ordered the people to use a quick robe as a lap, and it was this young man who used Jing Wufeng's bones as dog rations.
Thinking of this, Ning Xuanwu felt extremely overwhelming.
But no matter how extraordinary he was, he felt that his answer was inseparable.
Not to mention Wu Yonghong's fourth respect to Yi Feng. As a martial king, he discovered that he could not see through the strength of the young master before him.
like mortal men.
This may seem mediocre, but it is actually unexpected!
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath.
"Sir, he's here ..." After greeting Yi Feng, Wu Yonghong said respectfully, seemingly wanting to report Ning Xuanwu's matter.
"Not necessarily say, I know."
Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile.
“Master is amazing, but we talk too much.” The four Wu Yonghong looked at each other and lowered their heads respectfully. It seemed that Master was Master, and even if he was no longer here, he already knew what was happening.
"Nothing to talk about."
Yi Feng smiled.
When he had just walked out of the door, he had just heard Chu Kuangshi teach uncle kneeling on the ground, listening to seniors and juniors, it was estimated that they were teaching juniors!
Old man.
It is understandable to see the younger generation taking lessons, but I do not know what mistakes this uncle made.
And Ning Xuanwu, who was kneeling beside her, also opened her mouth wide, and at the same time her stomach turned blue with regret.
There was a deep fear in his eyes.
He had now confirmed that the mysterious young man in front of him was an old monster older than Wu Yonghong and the others.
When he thought of offending such a person, he felt a chill on his back and his face as pale as a piece of paper.
Today, he was afraid to explain it here.
“It's okay, just face it.” Yi Feng said indifferently, even if it was at the entrance of his martial arts hall, it would have no effect on him.
"We're dealing with it?"
The four Wu Yonghong were slightly surprised and looked at each other, they did not expect that Yi Feng would directly hand Ning Xuanwu over to them.
However, it was also true that a small Martial King might not be enough to let Master.
But how should we deal with it?
The four of you looked at me, I saw you, no one could notice, they could only see Yi Feng.
“Why are you looking at me?” Yi Feng asked inwardly.
“Coughs, Sir, we just want to ask, based on what you see, how should we deal with it?” Wu Yonghong asked nervously.
At the side, Ning Xuanwu, whose face was pale, also turned his head.
He, who was usually great in the Xuanwu Sect, had actually become pitiful, he understood that his life could be completely controlled by Yi Feng.
"Ask me?"
Quite speechless, your own junior wants to teach a lesson, ask what is this irrelevant person doing?
Seeing how the four old men continued to ask, Yi Feng had no choice but to say: "I have nothing to say, but what I mean is because I made a mistake, I will definitely bear the appropriate consequences. Whether he can become an adult after a lesson depends on his own creation."
After speaking, Yi Feng looked up at the sky and thought that it was almost time to cook.
After all, Zhong Qing was busy all day alone, and it made sense for him as a master to help her occasionally share the burden.
Moreover, they were teaching the younger generation, and it was not good for him to be around.
After Yi Feng left, the four Wu Yonghong contemplated Yi Feng's words, then looked at each other and nodded solemnly.
That's vivid.
The meaning of Mr. is clear.
Then, four pairs of gloomy eyes fell on Ning Xuanwu.
Ning Xuanwu suddenly shivered, sweating profusely.
"Storage bag, get it out first!"
Wu Yonghong stretched out his palm and said in a deep voice.
“Predecessor, senior, is this not necessary?” Ning Xuanwu said with an ugly face.
"okay?"
Wu Yonghong's voice sank, narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't you hear what Master just said?"
"OK okay!"
Ning Xuanwu gritted her teeth and took out the storage bag with a face full of unwillingness. Inside, except for the last treasure in his body, it was the resources of the entire Xuanwu Sect.
When the bag was seized by Wu Yonghong, Ning Xuanwu's heart was bleeding.
"Good."
Wu Yonghong opened the storage bag and looked at it, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to Chu Kuangshi, then instructed: "You take it first, and give it to Master.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Xuanwu again and said in a deep voice, "Wake up first!"
Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu had just woken up, Looking at her fourth face, she asked nervously, "Four seniors, I, can I leave now?"
After speaking, he lifted his leg and could not wait to leave this place.
However, just as he raised his steps, a coercion attacked him again.
"Go?"
"Didn't you hear what Mister just said?"
Wu Yonghong asked angrily, and as he spoke, he glanced at Sun Zhuge, a skinny old man.
Seeing this, Sun Zhuge smiled coldly, waving his palm, and a black mist filled Ning Xuanwu's direction, immediately covering his entire palm.
"This is my heavenly poison, and it will seep all over my body from my arm in less than three days."
"What?"
"Heavenly evil poison?"
When Ning Xuanwu heard those words, his face was as pale as paper, and he saw a black fog that filled his arm, as if he had seen something frightening.
"You heard it yourself. This is what Sir said. It doesn't take your life directly. Of course, whether you can still stand as a person can only depend on your good fortune."
"out!"
With a wave of his arm, Ning Xuanwu flew upside down.