It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

Autumn comes and leaves fall.

Guarding this small martial arts studio, I don’t know how many springs and autumns have gone through.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and Yi Feng was already familiar with the customs and customs of this other world.

"Hey, it's time to eat, let's order takeout!"

Yi Feng stood up and waved to the beef noodle stall across the street. The waiter across the street snapped his fingers and shouted: "Master Yi, wait, he will be here soon."

Yi Feng smiled and nodded, lying down on the recliner again.

"Oh, I take out food every day, so I need a wife!"

The sun was dazzling. Yi Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the girls in the rouge shop on the street. He couldn't help but lamented: "Mengtian hasn't come to see me recently. He thinks about joining the sect to practice every day, but he doesn't have the talent.

, it would be great if you follow me and become a boss lady. One day when I am lucky enough to recruit two disciples, I can still call you Master Wife."

Not long after, the boy opposite came over with beef noodles.

The portions are as generous as always.

"Here, I'll give you money." Remember http:// in one second.

Yi Feng threw the money away.

"Master Yi, how much does it cost for a bowl of beef noodles?" The boy returned the money and said with a smile: "Last time my old lady fell and got hurt, and you had to help her."

"Okay, then I'll eat this noodles for free."

Yi Feng was not polite either. The common people on the street were all very familiar with him. Having lived for two generations, he knew how to be a good person. He would always help the beggars who often wandered around, regardless of whether there were any injuries or bruises in the house.

relief.

So it has some prestige in this area.

Although he has never really taught a disciple, he can still be called Master Yi.

"You little beast, get out of here."

At this moment, something happened not far away that caught their attention. A little boy dressed in rags was thrown out of the Qingshan Gate.

"No, I want to practice. Please let me join Qingshan Sect." Although the little boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he was extremely determined. He ignored the scratches on his face and knelt firmly in front of the elder at the entrance of the hall.

shouted.

"I don't care what your qualifications are. You want to join our Qingshan Sect. Get lost." The elder kicked the boy in the chest and shouted at the same time: "You brat, I'm warning you one last time. If you dare to come here again, I'll kill you."

You throw it away and feed it to the dogs."

"This is?"

Yi Feng frowned.

"Oh, this kid is pitiful." The boy sighed: "I don't know where he came from. He has broken through the entrance of Qingshan Gate in the past few days. I guess he really has no qualifications!"

Yi Feng felt a little sad for no reason.

Cultivation is so cruel. Without talent, you are nothing.

It's better for you. Being a great master is a good way of life even though you don't have much ambition.

The boy's mouth was filled with blood, he was holding his chest and coughing violently. He looked at the closed door with resolute eyes, full of unwillingness.

After a long time, he picked up his heavy steps and left dejectedly.

Seemingly seeing the attention of Yi Feng and the boy, he looked up when he passed by the door, glanced at the beef noodles in Yi Feng's hand, swallowed, then looked away and continued to leave.

But after taking two steps, he paused and bent down to pick something up from the ground.

He looked around, stopped at the beef stall opposite for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally looked back at Yi Feng.

"Shopkeeper, I picked up a gold coin at your door. Is it yours?" The boy came over, and indeed he held a gold coin in his muddy little hand.

Yi Feng and the boy looked at each other.

They all saw disbelief in each other's eyes.

This made Yi Feng feel ashamed. This was how the world was. Although he sympathized with the little boy's plight, he was helpless, but the little boy's character made him feel ashamed.

It was obvious that he was already ravenous with hunger, but he still maintained his spirit.

"Yes, this gold coin belongs to me." Yi Feng nodded. If he guessed correctly, it was the one given by the paralyzed girl.

The boy passed his little hand forward.

But Yifeng didn't answer, but smiled lightly at him and said, "It's yours now."

The boy was surprised, bowed gratefully to Yi Feng, and ran quickly towards the beef stall opposite.

"We have a guest." Yi Feng smiled at the boy next to him.

"Master Yi's merits are immeasurable."

The boy gave Yi Feng a thumbs up and ran towards the other side.

"Remember, order more portions. If the money is not enough, it will be charged to my account..."

The little boy devoured the whole bowl, but found that he was still unfinished. He licked his tongue and wanted to continue, but looking at the only gold coin, he had to endure it.

The prices here are not low, one gold coin is only enough for a bowl of beef noodles.

Just as he was about to get up, the waiter brought him another full bowl.

"Shopkeeper, who are you?" the boy asked in surprise.

The boy smiled and glanced in the direction of Yi Feng. The little boy followed closely, his eyes shining brightly.

After silence, he continued to eat ravenously.

Looking at this scene, Yi Feng smiled, covered his face with a cattail leaf fan to block the dazzling sunlight, and leaned back on the lounge chair.

"My benefactor is above. I bow to Zhong Qing and ask my benefactor to accept me as his disciple."

Suddenly, the voice of a little boy came from beside him. Yi Feng turned his head and saw that the boy was kneeling on the ground gratefully, looking at him with a firm face.

"You want me to accept you as my disciple?" Yi Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have figured it out. I have no qualifications and cannot enter Qingshan Gate at all, and my benefactor is not only kind to me, but he also runs a martial arts gym, and he also asks his benefactor to help me."

As he said this, Zhong Qing banged his head on the ground again, "As long as Master is successful, Zhong Qing is willing to do his best for Master."

Yi Feng smacked his tongue slightly.

He also didn't expect that the first person to become his disciple would be in this kind of situation.

Whatever!

Not to mention the quality of this kid, his energy alone made him hard to refuse.

"Okay, I promise you." Yi Feng nodded.

"Thank you so much, Master." Zhong Qing quickly knelt down to thank him, and without saying a word, he took the bowl of noodles that Yifeng had finished eating and sent it back to the noodle stall opposite.

"This kid is so sensible."

An aunt-like smile appeared on Yi Feng's face. Since he was his first apprentice, he could not neglect him. After Zhong Qing came back, Yi Feng took him into the inner room.

"You use a knife, right?" Yi Feng looked at him and asked.

"yes!"

Zhong Qing lowered his head. The rusty sword on his waist had betrayed him long ago.

"Master has nothing to give you, so I will give you this knife!" Yi Feng took out a long knife and stretched it towards Zhong Qing.

As soon as the broadsword came out, the light flowed with a compelling aura.

This knife is the most satisfactory one among the weapons Yi Feng made. Since he doesn't need it anyway, it is naturally appropriate to give it to his apprentice.

"Thank you Master for the gift."

Zhong Qing couldn't put it down and thanked him quickly.