-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> Xuanhuan: So I am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 184 I¡¯m really just a mortal
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "Fantasy: It turns out I am the Peerless Martial God" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!
Following Zhong Qing, Guan Yunpeng walked tremblingly towards the martial arts hall.
Go all the way.
I was frightened all the way.
Until the end, I felt like my whole body was going to become numb.
Starting from the steps in the door, everything you look at is filled with treasures.
The mirror hanging in the hall, the pictures on both sides of the wall, the big black umbrella placed casually, the flame beads placed in the stove, and even the rag hanging on the bamboo pole
He has lost count.
"I only know that every time I see a treasure, my body sinks a little involuntarily. After passing through this hall, he almost fell to the ground.
"Master, I will bring someone with me." Zhong Qing said softly.
Zhong Qing¡¯s words instantly shocked Guan Yunpeng, and then he hurriedly raised his head and looked forward.
A young man.
fell into his eyes.
The white robe was spotless, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament. He stood beside the desk with a pen in his right hand, with a sense of being out of the world, looking at him with a faint smile.
This person.
Is he the master of Senior Zhong Qing?
???????????????????
Extraordinary!
"It's just that he is like Senior Zhong Qing, so I can't see the details clearly, and I don't know what kind of cultivation he is.
At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what happened in the martial arts hall just now. Yi Feng glanced at him appreciatively, then smiled at Guan Yunpeng and said, "Sit down."
"yes."
¡° Guan Yunpeng nodded cautiously, but even though there was a stool beside him, he still didn¡¯t dare to sit down.
?Suddenly.
His pupils shrank.
My eyes were fixed on the rice paper filled with calligraphy.
There was a sudden thump in my heart.
He was horrified to find that the fonts on these rice papers all contained something that horrified him.
The square font has an air of awe.
The font, which is like a blade, contains a strong sword spirit.
There are many, many different fonts, either with sword meaning, Taoist rhyme, or martial intention, which can make people feel peaceful or make people's blood boil
What makes him even more incredible is that these rice papers filled with calligraphy are spread everywhere on the ground, on the desk, and even under Yi Feng's feet, like discarded garbage.
"The handwriting sir, is good, really good!"
He swallowed a sip of saliva. He was usually quite capable, but he couldn't think of a word that could express praise.
"You also know how to read?"
Hearing this, Yi Feng asked Guan Yunpeng in surprise.
"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."
Guan Yunpeng quickly bowed and said: "It's just that at my level, I don't dare to do anything in front of you."
"Haha, you're welcome. By the way, what's your name?" Yi Feng was quite excited, but he didn't expect to meet someone who had the same idea.
"Guan Yunpeng."
Guan Yunpeng responded quickly.
"Guan Yunpeng, what a good name."
Yifeng nodded, wrote the three characters Guan Yunpeng on a new piece of rice paper, then handed it to Guan Yunpeng's hand and said with a smile: "What do you think of these three characters?"
Guan Yunpeng respectfully took the rice paper with both hands and felt a strong sword intent coming towards his face.
"Okay, okay, okay."
" Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands and shouted loudly, his eyes flashing brightly. He never thought that writing his own name could also have such an effect.
Yi Feng smiled slightly, it was always exciting to be praised, so he said: "Then if you like it, I will give it to you."
"What?"
"Give it to me?"
" Guan Yunpeng's heart was beating violently, his body was trembling, and he looked at Yi Feng in disbelief, full of surprise.
¡°It¡¯s just a few words, no big deal!¡± Yi Feng said with a smile.
"Thank you, thank you, senior."
Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands, tears of excitement spread, and his trembling body was about to kneel down towards Yi Feng.
Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly helped him up. Looking at his eyes that were filled with tears, he couldn't help but sigh, how much does this person like words?
Remembering that he still had injuries on his body, he smiled and said, "Let me show you the injuries!"
"Well, how dare you trouble sir?" Guan Yunpeng said flattered.
"Meeting is fate, what's the trouble?" Yi Feng said with a gentle smile.
"Well, thank you sir."
¡° Guan Yunpeng could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He did not expect that not only would he survive the catastrophe today, but he would also get such opportunities one after another.
Approaching Yi Feng, he said cautiously: "Sir, my injury may not be curable!"
"You're thinking too much." Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's a skin injury, what's not to be cured?"
"Skin, trauma?"
Guan Yunpeng smacked his lips and looked at Yi Feng in disbelief.
It seems that there is only one sword mark on his body, but the meridians and internal organs in his body have long been injured by the sword energy of the black sword, but this one said it was a skin injury?
Did he fail to see what was going on inside his body, or was it really that light in his opinion?
When he was surprised, Yi Feng had already asked Zhong Qing to bring crushed herbs.
"Just put it on, it will be fine soon."
With that said, Yi Feng took the medicinal herb and put it on Guan Yunpeng's wound with a "pop" sound.
So hasty?
" Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth. Although he admitted that this big man's cultivation was incredible, did he have any misunderstanding about wound treatment?
But as soon as he raised this doubt, he was horrified to find that a warm current entered his body along his wound. It not only dispersed the sword energy left in his body, but also repaired his injured meridians and blood vessels at a visible speed. The internal organs.
"Hiss!"
As soon as this feeling of comfort came, Guan Yunpeng couldn't help but shiver.
What kind of unnatural means is this? It¡¯s so terrifying!
For a moment, his gaze at Yi Feng became even more fanatical, and he quickly bowed towards Yi Feng and said gratefully: "Senior's methods are indeed powerful. Not only is he capable of reaching the sky, he also supports juniors like me. A kind heart that saves all sentient beings."
"Cultivation to reach heaven?"
Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and said with a smile: "Are you mistaken? I don't have a heavenly cultivation, I'm just a mortal."
"Mortal?"
¡° Guan Yunpeng was stunned.
The disciple who killed Black Sword just now said that he was a mortal, but now this big boss with heaven-defying means actually said that he was a mortal too?
"Senior, you are too humble. Why do you keep a low profile and hide it when you clearly have powerful means?" Finally, he wondered and asked the doubts in his heart.
"How can I have all the means to reach heaven? I am really just a mortal."
Yi Feng couldn¡¯t help but roll her eyes at him, thinking that he wouldn¡¯t meet a second-rate guy like Wu Yonghong again, would he?
Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.
I really can¡¯t figure out why someone so powerful would pretend to be a mortal.
"gentlemen."
"Sir, we are almost done with today's work, we come to have a chat with you."
At this moment, several shouts came from outside the door.
Then, under Guan Yunpeng¡¯s dumbfounded gaze, several old men walked in covered in mud. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page