Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"Yu Wujie, what do you want to say?" Zhu Yun asked.

"Ancestor Qi, Sect Master Qi, since there is no way to target the ancestor of Xuanwu, why can't we avoid the war?" Yu Wujie asked.

Hearing this, some of the higher-ups in the hall gave a wry smile.

However, they knew that this time they could not avoid the battle. The two ancestors had deep grievances and signed today's duel contract decades ago.

This contract is sworn by their lives and witnessed by the way of heaven.

Anyone who avoids and does not fight will be punished by the way of heaven.

And if the ancestor of Qingshan retreats, then Qingshanmen will be defeated without a fight!

"Forget it, it's useless to rely on you." At this time, the ancestor of Qingshan shouted, although his expression was also solemn, but his heart was much more relaxed than others.

Because he had already considered the countermeasures just now.

If you can borrow the kitchen knife from Senior Yi of the Yamashita Martial Arts Academy, this battle is not necessarily without the strength of a battle!

"You all retreat!" Old Ancestor Qingshan waved his hand.

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor, who are you?"

Before this attention was taken, the ancestors of Qingshan sent people to leave. Could it be that the ancestors knew that they did not have the strength to fight and gave up on themselves?

If so, then Qingshanmen...

Everyone's faces were filled with deep solemnity and despair.

"I already have a countermeasure." Seeing this, the ancestor of Qingshan also knew that he needed to give these people a reassurance, so he said: "I will borrow a knife, as long as this knife can be borrowed, Xuanwu, huh, but that's all. …”

"Knife?"

"What knife?"

When everyone heard this, they were puzzled.

You must know that although Xuanwu and Qingshan are in the same realm, they have ten years of skill difference. Although a good weapon can greatly enhance the strength, but ten years of skill, especially in this realm of martial kings, ordinary swords can be Really can't make up the difference.

"After I have successfully borrowed the knife, I will bring it back and show it to you." Old Ancestor Qingshan said impatiently. If it wasn't for the need to stabilize these people in the door to prevent chaos at this level, this level of The knife, he will not openly take it out.

Although everyone still had doubts and anxiety, they still obediently retreated, and at the same time, they were also looking forward to the sword that the ancestors of Qingshan said.

"Zhu Yun, wait, you accompany me on a trip."

However, the ancestor of Qingshan stopped the sect master Zhu Yun. After all, Zhu Yun's identity was still different. He felt that the existence of the senior at the foot of the mountain still had to be known to the sect master.

If this girl can't open her eyes and accidentally provoke it, the consequences can't be afforded.

The two soon reached the streets of Pingjiang City, and they were still some distance away from the martial arts hall.

"Uncle Master, who are you?" In private, Zhu Yun was also the nephew of Patriarch Qingshan. He looked at Patriarch Qingshan and asked, "Why don't we just fly over there."

"Hmph, what do you know?" Old Ancestor Qingshan taught me a lesson: "You also give me some restraint immediately, and I will act with my eyes on you later."

Although Zhu Yun was puzzled, he restrained his breath, and then asked, "Uncle, does this small city of Pingjiang have the knife you need?"

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Old Ancestor Qingshan taught him a lesson, and he didn't have the heart to talk too much with Zhu Yun. At this moment, he saw Yi Feng with all his heart.

As soon as he walked to the martial arts hall, he saw Yi Feng leaning on the reclining chair at the door.

"It's here." Old Ancestor Qingshan said excitedly, straightening his body.

"Uncle, isn't this just a broken martial arts hall?" Zhu Yun glanced at it casually and didn't look at it any more, and asked inexplicably: "You are the ancestor of my dignified Qingshanmen, why do you do this!"

"Shut up."

"Also, later, no matter the title or all aspects, it must not be related to cultivation."

Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted angrily.

Zhu Yun didn't dare to talk any more.

"Haha, Master Yi." Old Ancestor Qingshan shouted with a different expression.

Yi Feng, who was lying in the doorway, took off the fan that was covering his face, opened a glance, sat up and smiled, "So it's you!"

"Hey, it's me."

Old Ancestor Qingshan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, with a respectful look on his face.

Aside, Zhu Yun opened his eyes wide.

He, right?

The old ancestor, who usually followed his words at Qingshan Gate, actually looked like a chicken in front of a mortal?

why?

Obviously, this mortal can be slapped to death with a casual slap!