Chapter 184： I'm really just a mortal

Following Zhong Qing, Guan Yunpeng trembled and walked towards the martial arts hall.

all the way.

Shocked all the way.

Until the end, I felt that my whole body was going to become numb.

From the step of entering the door, wherever the eyes pass, there are treasures.

The mirror hanging in the famous hall, the pictures on both sides of the wall, the **** umbrella that was placed at random, the flame beads on the stove, and even the rag hanging on the bamboo pole...

He has lost count.

He only knew that every time he saw a treasure, his body involuntarily sank a little, and he almost fell to the ground when he passed through this hall.

"Master, I'll bring someone." Zhong Qing said softly.

Zhong Qing's words instantly made Guan Yunpeng agitated, so he hurriedly raised his head and looked forward.

a youth.

fell into his eyes.

The white robe is spotless, showing a gentle and elegant temperament, standing next to the desk with a pen in his right hand, with a sense of being out of the dust, he is smiling at him with a faint smile.

this.

Is that Senior Zhong Qing's master?

really.

Extraordinary!

It's just that he is just like Senior Zhong Qing, so I can't see the details, and I don't know what kind of cultivation.

At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what happened in the martial arts hall just now. Yi Feng gave him an admiring look, and then smiled at Guan Yunpeng: "Sit down."

"Yes."

Guan Yunpeng nodded cautiously, even though there was a stool beside him, he still dared not sit down.

suddenly.

His pupils shrank.

His eyes were fixed on the rice paper full of calligraphy.

A sudden thud in my heart.

He was horrified to find that the fonts on the rice paper all contained something that shocked him.

Such as the square font, with the aura of grandeur.

That blade-like font contains a strong blade aura.

There are also many, many different fonts, or Jianyi, or Daoyun, or Wuyi, or make people feel peaceful, or make people blood boil...

What made him even more incredulous was that these rice paper filled with fonts, on the ground, on the desk, and even under Yi Feng's feet, were spread everywhere, just like discarded rubbish.

"Mr.'s words, good, really good!"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was still a little level, but he couldn't think of a word that could express praise.

"You know the words too?"

Hearing this, Yi Feng asked Guan Yunpeng in surprise.

"A little bit, a little bit."

Guan Yunpeng hurriedly bowed and said, "It's just that at my level, I don't dare to make an axe in front of you."

"Haha, you're welcome, by the way, what's your name?" Yi Feng was quite excited, but he didn't expect to meet a fellow man.

"Guan Yunpeng."

Guan Yunpeng responded quickly.

"Guan Yunpeng, good name."

Yi Feng nodded, wrote the three characters Guan Yunpeng on a new piece of rice paper, then handed it to Guan Yunpeng and smiled, "How do you look at the three characters."

Guan Yunpeng took the rice paper respectfully with both hands, and felt a strong sword intent blowing towards his face.

"Good, good, good."

Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands, shouted out in his mouth, and his eyes flashed with light. He never thought that writing his name could also play such a role.

Yi Feng smiled slightly, being praised is always exciting, so he said: "Then if you like it, I will give it to you."

"what?"

"Send it to me?"

Guan Yunpeng's heart beat violently, his body trembled, and he looked at Yi Feng with an incredible face, full of surprises.

"Just a few words, it's no big deal!" Yi Feng said with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you senior."

Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands, tears of excitement spread, and he was about to kneel down toward Yi Feng with a trembling body.

Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly lifted him up, looking at his faintly tearful eyes, he couldn't help but sigh, how much does this person like words?

Remembering that he was still injured, he smiled again: "Let me show you the injury!"

"Well, how dare you trouble Mr. Guan?" Guan Yunpeng said flattered.

"Meeting is fate, so what's the trouble." Yi Feng smiled gently.

"Okay, sir, please."

Guan Yunpeng couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. He didn't expect that he would not only survive the disaster today, but also get such a chance in a row.

Approaching Yi Feng, he said cautiously, "It's just that, sir, I'm afraid this injury won't be cured!"

"You're thinking too much." Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's a skin injury, what can't be cured?"

"Pi, trauma?"

Guan Yunpeng smacked his lips and looked at Yi Feng in disbelief.

It seems that he only has a sword mark on his body, but the meridians and internal organs in his body have long been injured by the sword energy of the black sword, but this one said it was a skin injury?

Did he fail to see what was going on in his body, or was it really that light in his opinion?

To his surprise, Yi Feng had already asked Zhong Qing to bring the crushed herbs.

"Put it on, it will be fine soon."

Saying that, Yi Feng took the herb and stuck it to Guan Yunpeng's wound with a "pop".

so sloppy?

Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth. Although he admitted that the big man's cultivation was against the sky, did he have any misunderstanding about the treatment?

But as soon as he raised this doubt, he was horrified to find that a warm current entered his body along his wound, not only dispelling the sword qi left in his body, but also repairing his injured meridians and meridians at a visible speed. Internal organs.

"hiss!"

As soon as this feeling of comfort came, Guan Yunpeng couldn't help shivering.

What kind of heaven-defying method is this, so terrifying!

For a time, he looked at Yi Feng with even more frantic eyes, and hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng and said gratefully: "Senior's methods are really powerful, not only is he cultivated to the sky, but at the same time he supports a junior like me, there is also a A kind heart that saves all sentient beings."

"Cultivation is Tongtian?"

Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and said with a smile, "Did you make a mistake, I don't have a cultivation base, I'm just a mortal."

"mortal?"

Guan Yunpeng was stunned.

The apprentice who killed the black sword just now said that he was a mortal, but now this big guy with heaven-defying means actually said he was a mortal?

"Senior, you are too modest, why do you hide it in a low-key manner when you have the means to reach the sky?" Finally, he asked the doubts in his heart.

"I have no means of reaching the sky, I am really a mortal."

Yi Feng couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, thinking that he wouldn't meet another middle-schooler like Wu Yonghong again, would he?

Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.

I really can't figure out why so powerful is pretending to be a mortal.

"gentlemen."

"Sir, today's work is almost done, let's chat with you."

Just then, a few shouts came from outside the door.

Then, under Guan Yunpeng's dumbfounded gaze, several old men walked in covered in mud.