I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 184

Following Zhong Qing, Guan Yunpeng walked tremblingly into the Martial Arts Hall.

All the way, he was anxious.

All the way, his heart thumped.

Finally, he felt his whole body going numb.

From the first step at the entrance, wherever his eyes passed, everything was a treasure.

The mirror hanging on the hall, the paintings on both sides of the walls, the big black umbrella casually placed, the flame pearl in the furnace, even the rag hanging on the bamboo pole...

He had lost count.

He only knew that every time he saw a treasure, his body sank a little more. Walking through this hall, he almost crawled on the ground.

"Master, I brought someone," Zhong Qing said softly.

Zhong Qing's words instantly startled Guan Yunpeng. He quickly raised his head and looked ahead.

A young man.

Fell into his eyes.

The white robe was spotless, exuding a gentle and elegant temperament. His right hand held a brush standing next to the desk. His whole body exuded a sense of being above the mundane world, looking at him with a faint smile.

This person.

Is that Zhong Qing's master?

Sure enough.

Extraordinary!

It's just that, like Zhong Qing, he couldn't see through him, and didn't know what his cultivation was.

At the same time, Zhong Qing told Yi Feng what had happened at the Martial Arts Hall. Yi Feng nodded approvingly at him, then smiled at Guan Yunpeng, "Have a seat."

"Yes."

Guan Yunpeng nodded respectfully. Although there was a stool next to him, he did not dare sit down.

Suddenly.

His pupils shrank.

His eyes stared dead at the rice paper filled with brushstrokes.

His heart thumped violently.

He was horrified to discover that the handwriting on these rice papers, without exception, contained things that shocked him.

Such as the regular script, containing a magnificent aura.

The sharp blade-like font, containing intense sword energy.

And many more different fonts, either sword intent, or Tao rhyme, or martial spirit, or making people's state of mind peaceful, or making people's blood boil...

What astonished him even more was that these rice papers filled with different fonts were scattered all over the floor, desk, and even under Yi Feng's feet, as if they were discarded garbage.

"Sir's calligraphy, wonderful, truly wonderful!"

He swallowed and couldn't think of a word to express his admiration.

"You also understand calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Yi Feng looked at Guan Yunpeng in surprise and asked.

"A little, a little bit."

Guan Yunpeng hurriedly bowed and said, "But my level is not worthy to comment in front of you, sir."

"Haha, don't be so modest. By the way, what's your name?" Yi Feng was quite excited. He didn't expect to meet a fellow calligrapher.

"Guan Yunpeng."

Guan Yunpeng quickly replied.

"Guan Yunpeng, nice name."

Yi Feng nodded and wrote down the three characters of Guan Yunpeng on a new sheet of rice paper. Then he handed it to Guan Yunpeng with a smile, "What do you think of these three characters?"

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

"Good, good, good!"

Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper in both hands and shouted loudly. His eyes were shining with excitement. He had never imagined that his own name, when written, could have such an effect.

Yi Feng smiled slightly. It was always exciting to be praised. So he said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"What?"

"Give it to me?"

Guan Yunpeng's heart beat violently, his body trembled, and he looked at Yi Feng in disbelief, full of joy.

"Just a few characters, no big deal!" Yi Feng said with a laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, senior!"

Guan Yunpeng held the rice paper, tears of excitement crept down his face, and his body trembled as he was about to kneel down to Yi Feng.

Seeing this, Yi Feng quickly helped him up and looked at his eyes that were vaguely tearful. He couldn't help but feel emotional. This man really loved calligraphy!

He remembered that he was still injured, so he laughed, "Let me take a look at your injury!"

"How could I trouble you with this, sir?" Guan Yunpeng said in pleasant surprise.

"Meeting by chance is fate, what's the trouble in this?" Yi Feng smiled gently.

"Then thank you, sir."

Guan Yunpeng was extremely excited. He didn't expect to not only survive today, but also obtain such opportunities in succession.

As he approached Yi Feng, he said respectfully again, "But sir, I'm afraid this injury is not easy to heal!"

"You're overthinking," Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him and said, "It's just a superficial wound, what's difficult about healing it?"

"Superficial wound?"

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

It seemed that he only had one sword mark on his body, but his internal meridians and five organs had already been shocked by the sword energy of the black sword. But this person said it was just a superficial wound?

Did he fail to see his internal condition, or was it really so trivial in his opinion?

While he was surprised, Yi Feng had already asked Zhong Qing to bring the crushed medicinal herbs.

"Apply it and it will heal quickly."

As he spoke, Yi Feng took the medicine and slapped it on Guan Yunpeng's wound.

So careless?

Guan Yunpeng opened his mouth. Although he admitted that this expert's skills were extraordinary, did he have some misunderstanding about healing?

But before this doubt arose, he was horrified to find that a warm current flowed into his body along the wound, not only dispelling the remaining sword energy in his body, but also repairing his injured meridians and internal organs at a visible speed.

"Ow!"

When this comfortable feeling came, Guan Yunpeng couldn't help but shudder.

What kind of miraculous means was this, it was so terrifying!

For a while, his gaze at Yi Feng became more fanatical. He hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng and said gratefully, "Senior's skills are indeed extraordinary. Not only are your skills miraculous, but you are also kind enough to guide a junior like me while having a heart to save all living beings."

"Skills miraculous?"

Yi Feng glanced at Guan Yunpeng, shook his head and smiled, "I think you got it wrong. I don't have miraculous skills. I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary person?"

Guan Yunpeng was confused.

It was one thing for that disciple who killed Hei Jian to claim he was an ordinary person, but now this expert with miraculous skills also claimed to be an ordinary person?

"Senior, you are too modest. Why be so low-key to conceal your miraculous skills when you obviously have them?" Finally, he asked out the doubts in his mind.

"I don't have any miraculous skills. I really am just an ordinary person," Yi Feng rolled his eyes at him again. He wondered if he had met another chunibyo like Wu Yonghong.

Guan Yunpeng was even more confused.

He really couldn't understand why such a powerful person wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person.

"Sir."

"Sir, we’re done with today’s work, let’s come chat with you."

Just then, several voices came from outside the door.

Then, to Guan Yunpeng's dumbfounded gaze, several elders walked in covered in mud.