Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal

This is Diamond silk

But the woman in black was trembling.

his plan.

Did it fail before it even started?

However, what made it dark and bright was that after Yi Feng looked at him a few times, he suddenly changed his attention.

"Since the girl is tired and hungry, let's sit down," Yi Feng said.

Realizing that Yi Feng was looking at his surroundings and changing his attention, the black-clothed woman could only sneer.

Uh.

the humans.

Sure enough, they were all thinking animals with lower bodies. No, after seeing her appearance, they instantly distracted her?

And Yi Feng sighed.

It's not easy to get out, seeing how thin this woman is, I'm afraid she's really hungry.

That's it, you can chat with your disciples at any time, so let's make it easy for now!

"Thank you."

The woman in black snorted softly, but showed nothing on her face.

After she sat down, she also ordered some side dishes, slightly opened her red lips, and moved gently.

This sight.

In the eyes of many, it was beautiful.

While eating, his sharp eyes also looked at Yi Feng.

In fact, she never understood why the big guys in Nansha would so much lick the young man in front of her.

Even before, there was Emperor Wu of Second Life following him.

But at such a close distance, he saw absolutely no difference to this young man.

As for the cultivation base, it was even more amusing.

Of course, it was not that he did not think about whether Yi Feng's cultivation was so high that he could not catch even the slightest bit.

But this is just fantasy.

Under the state of the Undying Immortal Path, the strongest person in the Xianjiang Continent was no more than the Ten Life Martial Emperor.

And with his strength, even if Emperor Shiming were to deliberately conceal his cultivation, it would be impossible for him to not notice it at all.

This showed that Yi Feng in front of him was indeed mortal.

But it doesn't matter.

It didn't matter to him what kind of cultivation this magic wand was, his goal was only Zhong Qing.

It was just that she, this beautiful beauty, was sitting at the same table as him, why didn't this witch say a word?

Not even a little talk?

Is this still a normal guy?

Could it be that he was looking for another way to feign coldness, to attract her attention?

Huh.

In fact, he had seen many such people, and this kind of paediatric trick really made him even more disgusted.

Thenhold on.

Let's see who can hold their breath better.

Thinking of this, he also kept his mouth shut, but ate slowly.

And Yi Feng and Zhong Qing were also eating.

Because in Yi Feng's view, it didn't matter if acquaintances ate together, talked and laughed, and it didn't matter if they met Huang Wujing, they just went to the rivers and lakes to ask for a drink.

But foreigners, especially women, are very impolite to talk while eating.

This could be considered as Yi Feng's respect towards the opposite sex.

the time.

It's walking slowly.

The master and his disciple will finish their meal, and the wine in the jug is almost exhausted.Except for the necessary words, the big and the small do not say unnecessary words at all.

The woman in black finally could not hold her breath anymore.

The indifference on his face had long disappeared, replaced by gloomy.

Row.

You're great!

He held back the anger on his face, forced a smile, and finally took the initiative to talk to Yi Feng.

“I really want to thank the two young masters today. How dare you ask your surnames to your sons?” said gently.

“Together, Son, Yi Feng is here, this is my disciple Zhong Qing.” Yi Feng smiled.

"Good!"

After all, he thought, he has already started talking, you can't continue to look like this.

But.

He thought about it again.

Yi Feng, stop talking, and continue to bury his head in eating vegetables.

Seeing Yi Feng's appearance, the black-clothed woman could not help but choke, her fists clenched tightly in the dark, turning blue.

goodgood.

I'd like to see how long you can wear it.

"Cough cough cough ..."

Thinking of this, he coughed loudly, held onto his stomach and looked ugly.

"okay?"

Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly got up and asked, "What's wrong with you, son?"

The black-clothed woman quietly raised her red lips at the corner of her mouth, thinking to herself, can't you sit still anymore?

So he continued to say with an ugly face: "For some reason, my stomach suddenly hurts."

"So that's it."

Yi Feng sighed in relief, it turned out to be a small matter, so he reminded with a smile: "That girl, drink more hot water!"

After speaking, Yi Feng sat down again.

Although he also knew some medicine, he did not have any clothes or medicine on his body, besides, foreigners and men and women were often troublesome, and stomach pain was not a serious illness, he said, so he couldn't help it.

Immediately, the two Yi Feng finished eating, then went down and left.

Sitting there, the woman in black was trembling, and a deep fury appeared on her blue face.

At this moment, he could not wait to shoot the two of them to death.

He could see that, if there were any disciples, there would definitely be teachers!

This was the first time he had seen such a man who did not understand his style...

After leaving the restaurant, Yi Feng and Zhong Qing rushed back to the chaotic scene.

But as I walked to the front street, I found a mustachioed old man sitting under the wall next to him.

The old man sat there cross-legged with his eyes closed, with a chess game in front of him and a banner beside him.

The banner read: Whoever wins will win my inheritance.

Seeing this, Yi Feng was instantly moved.

Oh gosh.

This mustachioed old man looked like a cultivation expert, if he obtained his legacy, wouldn't he be able to cultivate?

Thinking of this, he walked over quickly, clenched his fists and said, "This master, how about I come to you for the next match?"

Hearing this, the goose-bearded old daoist closed his eyes and finally opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Yi Feng, the bearded old man placed his palm on Yi Feng's pulse.

Although he did not know what he wanted to do, Yi Feng still let him.

After a while, the old beard waved his palm and said impatiently, "Those without spiritual roots, let's go."

Hearing this, Yi Feng pouted, his expression filled with ugliness.

Dog system!

Even if you don't teach me to cultivate, at least let me have spiritual roots!

Worst passers.

Gan!

“Amitabha, why don't you let that poor monk come to the next match with you!” At this moment, another voice came from the side.

Yi Feng looked around and found a monk with beautiful brows walking over.

She wore a beautiful robe, with a Confucian smile, an incredible temperament, and her body was not soft, giving people a sense of truth and admiration.

This monk left Yi Feng stunned for a while.

It looks like a monk.

Like a true ray of light, sprinkled on the ground.

Suddenly, a book fell from his robe.

Yi Feng quickly leaned over to pick it up, and saw a scantily dressed woman with a line of words printed on the book.

"This is spring..."

Yi Feng looked at the book and muttered the title of the book.

But before I could finish, the monk grabbed it back like lightning and hid it in his robe.

"Pendonor is wrong, this is Diamond Sutra!"

The monk put his hands together, bowed slightly to Yi Feng, and explained with a smile full of closeness.