Chapter 556

Yi Feng carrying the skeleton Ben Wei returned to his martial arts school in the twinkling of an eye.

As soon as he got home, he threw skeleton Benwei into the small black house and closed the door.

"Just stay inside, dishonest thing!" He cursed.

Yi Feng looked at several trembling things next to him, a trembling dog lying on the ground, a trembling centipede lying on the dog's back, and a trembling bear shrinking behind the dog.

——And a ghost who doesn't know when to mix with a skeleton and doesn't dare to enter the martial arts school and shivers at the gate of the martial arts school

He glanced at several things in vain. "You guys should be honest with me, or you'll be beaten one by one."

Said Yi Feng, waving his big fist with the a sandbag, and turning up his little thumb, "now I can kill you with the one finger."

The four things looked frightened and quickly retreated.

Yi Feng stepped out of the martial arts school with satisfaction.

The sun was just right outside, and Yi Feng narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

The weather is really nice. It's a good day to practice.

Since he got the full level of cultivation, he couldn't itch.

Just the impromptu hundreds of punches are not fun at all.

Now, he's going to find someone to practice.

But the cultivator... Yi Feng's face shows a embarrassed color.

Since he came to this world, he has never really contacted practitioners because he can't practice.

For so many years, he doesn't know a cultivator. Where can I find a cultivator to practice?

Across the road, pork Rong, chopping pork, walked out of the martial arts school from Yi Feng, and his attention was on him. At this moment, I couldn't help asking loudly, "Mr. Yi, what's the matter? It doesn't look very happy. "

Yi Feng looks at pork Rong and an idea appears in his mind.

Hurried over, "pork Rong, I just wanted to ask you something."

He doesn't know cultivators. People he knows may know cultivators.

"Yes, sir." Pork Rong quickly put down his work and asked seriously.

"Are there any practitioners in your family or people you know?" Yi Feng asked.

Pork Rong wondered, "why do you want to find a cultivator, sir?"

"Practice." Yi Feng rubbed his palm.

Pork Rong's heart jumped and the knife in his hand was scared away.

"This..."

"Don't panic." Yi Feng saw the appearance of pork Rong and said, "don't worry about me, there will be no accident."

Yi Feng understands that for them, he is just a mortal like them.

To find a cultivator to practice is to die.

Pork Rong looks at Yi Feng... He will worry about him???

Pork Rong quickly picked up the knife in his hand and quickly continued to chop meat, "No."

"Sir knows. I'm just a garbage without a chicken. How can I know the cultivator that Sir wants to find?"

"Oh, I knew it." Yi Feng sighed. Yu Guang saw the waiter busy next to him and walked over.

"Waiter, do you know the cultivator?" Yi Feng walked over and asked.

"Ah? Cultivator? Sir, why do you want to find a practitioner? " The waiter stopped and asked.

"Practice."

The waiter was so scared that he almost threw his face on his face.

Psychology can't help abdominal Fei. Do you still need to practice? That doesn't take a minute

But he didn't dare to brush Yi Feng's face. He still kept his voice steady and swallowed his saliva.

"Sir, what kind of cultivator do you want to practice?"

Yi Feng looked at the waiter's thin appearance, "you can't be a mortal like you anyway. Be strong. "

Said, Yi Feng raised his fist and blew, "you can't stand my fist like this."

"Mr. wise." The waiter bent over and said, "I don't know any of the cultivators mentioned by Sir."

Yi Feng is leaving.

Suddenly I saw Lao Wang sitting under a tree in the yard next to me, looking at his head enjoying the cool.

"Old Wang head..." he walked over.

"Don't ask, sir. I don't know any of the practitioners you said." He quickly stood up and added, "I've never seen it in my life."

Yi Feng looked at Lao Wang's head standing unsteadily.

Yi Feng sighed, shook his head and said helplessly, "Hey, you are too weak."

Then he left with his hands on his back, "it's very cold at the top..."

After Yi Feng left, a group of people gathered together, "Sir, what's the matter? Suddenly we have to find someone to practice."

"Seek defeat alone?"

"Maybe as Mr. said, it's too cold at high altitude. It's too lonely."

"But now it seems that Sir doesn't pretend to be mortals. Do we still pretend to be mortals?" Pork Rong holds a kitchen knife and hesitates.

"Tired fart, still use you to pretend? Didn't you hear what the gentleman said about him just now? " Lao wangtou has been the waiter next to him, "mortals, mortals, we are all mortals!"

"Yes, in the eyes of Sir, we are mortals and have nothing to pretend." The waiter nodded approvingly.

"Yes, you're right." Pork is like mashed garlic.

Yi Feng walked around Pingjiang city and didn't find a cultivator. There are not even practitioners we know.

What rubbish

When Yi Feng was distressed, he suddenly thought of something.

Stand where you are.

By the way, when the system rewarded him, didn't it say that he was the first expert?

Although I don't know what the scope of the first expert is, I can say that I also have the name of the first expert. Should I have something?!

Although I've never seen him useful.

Try?!

After thinking about it, Yi Feng turned and went back to the martial arts school.

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Martial arts school.

As soon as Yi Feng's front foot left, a white bone stretched out from the seam at the edge of the locked small wooden door.

One finger pulled into the lock and beat the drum.

The door was unlocked.

At the next moment, a skeleton was stretched out from the dark hole and looked around.

"Is the master gone?"

"Go, go!" Gouzi hurriedly opened the small door for skeleton Benwei, "Congratulations, big brother! Free again! "

"Don't look who I am." Skeleton Ben Wei said with satisfaction.

The disassembled limbs were put together in an instant, "go, hurry! Before the master comes back! "