Chapter 1： Be a generational master

Step up, seven stars, step down, step across tigers, Shuangbailian is the head gun, King Kong is pounding the cone...

A whole set of Taijiquan flowed down, and Yi Feng put on his gray robe and stood up.

"Ok!"

"Flying clouds and flowing water, high!"

Thinking back on the Taijiquan set just now, Yi Feng sighed complacently. With his current comprehension and understanding of the boxing technique, if placed in modern times, he would be a proper master of the generation.

But now...

Hair is useless.

Yi Feng shook his head helplessly, waved the dust on his body, picked up the ceramic kettle, and lay down on the reclining chair.

It has been twenty years since he had traveled through this world. It is very different from his previous life. This is a cultivation world where the strong are respected.

Yi Feng, who was mediocre when he opened a fried chicken restaurant in his previous life, was full of pride when he first crossed the road. Thinking of making a big difference, he would do more repairs with a few female nuns who were prettier than celebrities. These days are really happy.

But what he didn't expect was that his natural meridians were blocked, so he was not suitable for cultivation at all.

"Ding - The boxing method is complete, and it has reached the level of parity with God."

Hearing this system's voice, Yi Feng's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to scold his mother...

"Host: Yi Feng."

"Age: 20."

"Cultivation: mortal."

Achievement: "Fist (with Gods)."

"Swordsmanship (on par with gods)."

"The stick method (parry with the gods)."

"Swordsmanship (parallel to God)."

"Palm law (parallel with gods)."

"Forge iron (to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods)."

"Painting Books (with Gods)."

"Healing (on par with God)."

…

That's right, Yi Feng traveled to this point and was blessed with the golden finger that belonged to him.

But the golden finger did not bring him anything about cultivation. I also gave a martial arts hall, and all the other things that have been improved are related to the martial arts hall.

After years of hard work and systematic help, these skills have all been cultivated by him to the highest level of "standing with God".

Said to be on a par with gods, I was afraid that he was a big celebrity in his previous life, so he could be broadcast live on TV.

But here, is there any use?

Not to mention a master, even if a low-level martial artist gave him a fist, he would not be able to stand it...

I have struggled, complained, and cursed my mother, but Yi Feng has also let go after so many years. If he can't cultivate, forget it, guarding his own three-thirds of an acre of land, and being a salted fish... Ahem, a generation of masters, it seems not bad.

After all, he also thought about it, it's hard to say whether he can stand it or not when he really cultivates, maybe he has to go to the secret realm, the sect is fighting, and if he is not careful, it may be cool.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, Yi Feng got up and stretched before opening the shop door.

Afterwards, he took out a lot of martial arts moves that he had drawn on the book.

In fact, this is his biggest source of income, because there are not many people who really let him teach kung fu. Although those mortals are also unable to cultivate because of their talents, they have absorbed some spiritual energy over the days and nights, and maybe they are more powerful than him.

Therefore, it is also possible to sell these "martial arts cheats" and eat them.

Business is not bad or not, it's still in the future.

Of course, most buyers also buy pictures for children as storytelling.

"There are a lot of cultivators recently!" Yi Feng sighed as he watched the streamer light across the sky.

I cannot cultivate, but it is not far from the monks. There are two large sects not far from Pingjiang City, and many disciples also come to the city to purchase some daily necessities.

"I heard that the two ancestors of Qingtianmen and Xuanwuzong made a life-and-death gambling contract, just a few days later, so countless Nansha monks came to watch the battle." said a small vendor who knew Yi Feng next door.

"Oh."

Yi Feng nodded and stopped paying attention. After all, this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Hey, sister, it's so strange that you read these books. I've never seen a book like this before."

At this moment, two figures, one large and one small, appeared in front of the door.

The little one with pigtails, although not yet fully developed, but from the perspective of facial features, when he grows up, he is also the color of the country and the city. He blinked a pair of smart eyes and looked curiously at the martial arts book on Yi Feng's booth.

Another woman was quite different.

Dressed in white, standing there gives the impression of a fairy descending from the earth, with a beautiful face, but it gives people a cold color, as cold as frost, as if refusing to be thousands of miles away.

"Cultivator!"

Yi Feng looked at the two women and was slightly surprised.

Not to mention that these two girls are beautiful, but he didn't expect to be monks, which was an unprecedented first moment for him.

The woman in white, Luo Lanxue, also looked at Yi Feng.

Sitting leisurely, the gray robe is spotless, and the delicate face always has a faint smile, giving people a sense of being out of the ordinary.

All in all, it makes people look comfortable.

"Unfortunately, he is a mortal."

Luo Lanxue then withdrew her gaze, showing a little disdain on her face, no matter what, mortals are still mortals, just ants.

"Sister, I want to buy a copy, okay?" The little girl Yin Luoli didn't think so much, and blinked at Luo Lanxue.

Luo Lanxue frowned slightly.

The duel between her master and the ancestor of the Xuanwu sect was just a few days later, and it was rumored that each had its own merits, but as a direct disciple of the ancestor of Qingtianmen, she knew that the odds of winning were only 20%.

Now that the Qingtianmen is in the midst of fire and water, her little junior sister still has such a leisurely and elegant way, it really makes her angry.

"Luo Li, go." Luo Lanxue reprimanded.

"Sister, what do I want?"

Yin Luoli raised a small mouth and said pitifully.

"Luo Li, we still have things to do, don't waste time." Luo Lanxue taught: "Besides, as monks, what can mortals buy?"

Yi Feng's face was black.

This is really unpleasant.

Yin Luoli lowered her head and pouted her mouth. Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, but she still stopped in front of Yi Feng's booth and refused to leave.

Luo Lan's face was frosty, she really didn't know what to say about Yin Luoli.

With a wave of his palm, a gold coin fell into Yi Feng's hand, picked up the martial arts book, and left with Yin Luoli.

"Hey, one gold coin is not enough!" Yi Feng looked at the gold coin in his hand and shouted quickly.

But what was greeted was Luo Lanxue's icy gaze, which made Yi Feng swallow the next words abruptly, so he had to find the steps and said, "That's it, this little girl is quite cute, so let's take her as a gift! "

After they left, Yi Feng gestured in the direction they left.

If it hadn't been beaten, the **** of life and death would open flowers for you!

After Yin Luoli got the martial arts book, she was very happy, and left other things behind, and read it with relish.

"Wow, sister, this book is really good!" Yin Luoli couldn't help but admire.

Luo Lanxue ignored her, just a picture book for mortals, what's so good about it?

"Sister, elder sister, just take a look!" Yin Luoli couldn't help holding Luo Lanxue's jade hand and said coquettishly, "It's really beautiful."

Luo Lanxue showed sullen anger.

The road behind Qingtianmen is unpredictable. She has no intention to look at these things. Just as she was about to turn around to teach her a lesson, she inadvertently saw the pattern on the corner of the martial arts book.

In an instant, the pretty body trembled.

She only felt something that made her terrifying blowing towards her face, her complexion suddenly changed, and she vomited out a mouthful of blood.