It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

In the screen.

It shows Patriarch Qingshan taking out the knife in front of the third elder and Yu Wujie.

Although it was only shown in the picture, the moment the knife came out, the powerful momentum still shocked Peng Ying and opened her red lips.

Under the threat, his face turned pale.

"Look, it's this sword." The screen was very short, and in just a blink of an eye, the whole picture of the peerless magic sword could be seen. Yu Wujie seized the opportunity and shouted quickly.

"A kitchen knife?"

When she saw the whole picture clearly, Peng Ying asked in surprise.

"Yes, a kitchen knife." Yu Wujie said with emotion: "I don't know the mentality of the senior who made this knife, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that this knife is indeed very strong. With this knife,

Presumably the battle between the ancestor and the Xuanwu ancestor is no longer an issue."

"Um!"

Peng Ying nodded absently, as if thinking about something.

"What's wrong Ying'er, are you worried?" Yu Wujie asked softly quickly. Remember in one second http://

"No, I just feel... I just feel that this kitchen knife is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere." Peng Ying said.

"Oh, don't think so much, you must be delusional." Yu Wujie smiled and said: "Ancestors of this level regard it as a treasure, how could you have seen it?"

"Right."

Peng Ying also nodded. She also found it incredible that Sheng had such an idea.

"Okay, I will let you join the inner sect as soon as possible." Yu Wujie hugged Peng Ying's waist and said gently: "It just has to wait for a while, otherwise someone will always gossip."

With a slight twist at the waist, Peng Ying said gratefully: "Thank you, brother Wu Jie, you are so kind."

…

late autumn.

Fallen leaves covered the ground with a thick layer.

The cold air finally hit, Yi Feng put on more clothes, and even his recliner was covered with a blanket, but the heavy clothes still couldn't block the moisture in the air.

The biting cold turned Yi Feng into a dog.

Fortunately, although he is lazy as an earthling, he is also very clever with his hands. He made a layer of reflective iron sheet to make a stove, and then placed the flame bead in it, relying on the reflection of the iron sheet to emit heat.

Warm Yi Feng's whole body.

"The alien version of Little Sun is the only one in the world. The key is that it doesn't consume electricity."

Yi Feng raised his lips and looked outside the street.

Not far away, a downcast little figure walked back with a depressed look.

"well!"

Yi Feng sighed. It seemed that Zhong Qing was still not qualified enough to join the Qingshan Sect.

"I met the master."

Yi Feng nodded, gave him a smile, and said with a smile: "It's cold, sit down and warm yourself by the fire!"

"It's okay, Master, I'll do two more sets of boxing, then cook the rice, pick the vegetables, and wait for you to cook." Zhong Qing said softly and walked towards the inner hall.

Yi Feng sighed.

The weather has gotten colder, and business has also dropped a lot.

"It seems that I need to make the next plan." Yi Feng petted the dog beside him and came to the desk.

Pick up the pen.

As soon as I put pen to paper, "The Supreme Treasure and the Purple Cloud Fairy" has been printed on the rice paper.

This is something Yi Feng can't do. He can't make ends meet simply by relying on the martial arts school. Every winter, he writes some stories in the hope of selling them.

In the previous winter, he had written a book called "Dream of Red Mansions", but I don't know if the audience was too small or why, so it was unexpectedly dropped.

This year he thought about it for a long time and decided to write a book "Purple Cloud Fairy and the Supreme Treasure". For a young man born in the 1990s on earth, the love between the two still brought him a lot of feelings and emotions.

It doesn’t matter how many people read this book. Occasionally a few people will buy it and it will be enough to improve their lives.

Fortunately, there was a chamber of commerce in Pingjiang City that got his help and could help with printing and selling.

The rice paper was slowly filled with neat handwriting.

"Ahem!"

Outside the door, there was a cough.

Yi Feng put down the pen and paper, stood up and came to the door, smiling involuntarily.

Outside the door, there is an old man wearing a raincoat. The old man has a sharp face and a staggered scar next to his nose.

His surname is Wu. Speaking of which, this old man Wu can be regarded as an old friend of his.

But in Yi Feng's view, this old man is not so normal.

Every time I came to his place, I would stand outside the door and stare at the plaque of his martial arts school in a daze for a long time, not knowing what I was doing.

really.

The old man is in a daze again.

"Brother, long time no see." After a long time, the old man came over and said hello to Yifeng.

The corner of Yi Feng's mouth twitched.

Don't you know how old I am, or how old you are? When you talk, you always look like you've been dating for years, and I don't know what's wrong with this old man.

However, the old man Wu had called him this since they met. Yi Feng was used to it, so he also called him this.

"Brother Wu, long time no see." Yi Feng shouted.

"Haha, brother, I admire you." Looking at Yi Feng, who was fully dressed, a shrewd look flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "We are the same kind of people, brother Yi, you are more perfect than me!"

"Well?"

Yi Feng was stunned and just didn't understand.

But the old man was used to gossiping, so he didn't care and shouted: "It's cold outside.