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- Yi Feng carried Benwei and returned to his martial arts school in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he got home, he threw Benwei into the small dark room and closed the door tightly.
¡°Just stay in there, you dishonest thing!¡± he scolded.
Yi Feng looked at several trembling things beside him, a trembling dog lying on the ground, a trembling centipede lying on the dog's back, and a trembling bear huddled behind the dog.
¡ª¡ªAnd a ghost that got mixed up with the skeleton at some point and didn¡¯t dare to enter the martial arts gym and was trembling at the door of the martial arts gym
He rolled his eyes at a few people and said, "You guys should be more honest, or you'll get beaten one by one."
With that said, Yi Feng raised his sandbag-sized fist and raised his little finger, "I can kill you all with one finger now."
The four objects quickly backed away with frightened eyes.
Yi Feng stepped out of the martial arts hall with satisfaction.
The sunshine outside was just right, and Yi Feng narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
The weather is really nice, it¡¯s a good day to practice.
Since he achieved full-level cultivation, his hands have been itching.
¡°Just those hundreds of impromptu punches were not satisfying at all.
He now needs to find someone to practice with.
"But the cultivatorYi Feng looked embarrassed.
Since he came to this world, he has never had any real contact with cultivators because he cannot practice.
After so many years, he didn¡¯t know a single practitioner. Where can I find a practitioner to practice?
Across the road, Pork Rong, who was chopping pork, walked out of the martial arts hall from Yifeng, and his attention was on him. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask loudly: "Mr. Yi, what's wrong? He doesn't look happy to drive."
Yi Feng looked at Zhu Zhurong, and an idea appeared in his mind.
He hurried over and said, "Pork Rong, I just wanted to ask you something."
He doesn¡¯t know the cultivators. It¡¯s always possible that the people he knows know the cultivators.
"Sir, please tell me." Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhurong quickly put down what he was doing and asked seriously.
¡°Are there any practitioners in your family or anyone you know?¡± Yi Feng asked.
??Zhu Rong was puzzled, "Sir, what do you want to do with a cultivator?"
"Practice your hands." Yi Feng rubbed his palms.
Zhu Zhurong¡¯s heart skipped a beat, and he was frightened to drop the knife in his hand.
"This, this, this"
"Don't panic." Seeing Zhu Zhurong's appearance, Yi Feng said confidently, "Don't worry about me, nothing will happen."
Yi Feng understood that to them, he was just a mortal like them.
Finding a practitioner to practice is to seek death.
Zhu Zhurong looked at Yi Feng in confusion Will she be worried about him? ? ?
Zhu Zhurong quickly picked up the knife in his hand and continued to chop the meat, "No, no, no."
"Sir, you know that I am just a useless piece of trash. How can I know the cultivator that you are looking for?"
"Hey, I knew it." Yi Feng sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the waiter busy serving noodles next to him and walked over.
"Xiaoer, do you know the cultivator?" Yi Feng walked over and asked.
"Ah? A cultivator? What do you want to do with a cultivator, sir?" the waiter stopped and asked.
"Practice your hands."
The waiter was so frightened that he almost lost his balance and spilled his noodles.
I can¡¯t help but murmur mentally, do you still need to practice? He would die in a matter of minutes
But he didn¡¯t dare to brush Yi Feng¡¯s face, so he kept his voice steady and swallowed his saliva.
"What kind of practitioner do you want, sir?"
Yi Feng glanced at the waiter in the shop who was very skinny and said, "I can't do it for a mortal like you anyway. You have to be powerful."
With that said, Yi Feng raised his fist and blew it, "You can't stand my fist like this."
"Sir, you are wise." The waiter bent down and said, "I don't know any of the practitioners you mentioned."
Yi Feng is about to leave.
Suddenly, he saw Lao Wangtou sitting under a tree in the yard next to him, looking at him while enjoying the shade.
"Old Wangtou" He walked over.
"Sir, there is no need to ask. I don't know any of the practitioners you mentioned." He quickly stood up and added: "I have never seen one in my life."
Yi Feng looked at Lao Wang, who was unable to stand firmly on his head.
Yi Feng sighed, shook his head and said helplessly: "Hey, you are too weak."
As he said that, he left with his hands behind his back, "It's so cold at high places"
After Yi Feng left, a group of people gathered together, "Sir, what's going on? You suddenly need someone to practice with."
"Are you alone seeking defeat?"
¡°Perhaps it¡¯s like what the gentleman said, it¡¯s too cold at high places and it¡¯s so lonely.¡±
"But now it seems that sir no longer pretends to be a mortal, so should we still pretend to be mortals?" Zhu Rong held the kitchen knife and spoke hesitantly.
"You're so tired, why are you pretending? Didn't you hear what Mr. just said about him?" Lao Wangtou, the waiter next to him, said, "We are all mortals, we are all mortals!"
"Yes, in Mr.'s eyes, we are just mortals and have nothing to pretend to be." The waiter nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, you're right." Zhu Rong nodded like garlic.
Yi Feng went around Pingjiang City but couldn't find a single cultivator. None of them even knew any practitioners.
It¡¯s really rubbish
Just when Yi Feng was distressed, he suddenly thought of something.
Standing in place.
By the way, when the system rewarded me, Benwei, didn¡¯t it say that Benwei was the number one master?
Although I don¡¯t know what kind of master he is, he still has the title of the best, so there should be something to it, right? !
Although I have never seen him useful.
Go and try it? !
After thinking about it, Yi Feng turned around and went back to the martial arts hall.
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Martial Arts School.
As soon as Yi Feng left, a white bone protruded from the edge of the locked wooden door.
A finger dug into the lock and fiddled with it for a while.
The door lock opened in response.
The next moment, a skull stuck out of the dark hole, and he turned around and looked around.
"Is the master gone?"
"Let's go!" Gouzi quickly opened the small door for Benwei, "Congratulations to big brother! Congratulations to big brother! You are free!"
"Don't even look at who I am." Benwei said with satisfaction.
The disassembled limbs were put back together in an instant, "Let's go, hurry up! Before the owner comes back!" (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
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