Yi Feng carried Benwei and returned to his martial arts school in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he got home, he threw Benwei into the small dark room and closed the door tightly.
"Just stay in there, you dishonest thing!" he scolded.
Yi Feng looked at several trembling things beside him, including a trembling dog lying on the ground, a trembling centipede lying on the dog's back, and a trembling bear huddled behind the dog.
——And a ghost that got involved with the skeleton at some point and was afraid to enter the martial arts gym and was trembling at the door of the martial arts gym...
He rolled his eyes at a few people and said, "You guys should be more honest, or you'll get beaten one by one."
Saying that, Yi Feng raised his sandbag-sized fist and raised his little finger, "I can kill you all with one finger now."
The four things quickly backed away with frightened eyes.
Yi Feng stepped out of the martial arts hall with satisfaction.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and Yi Feng narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
The weather is really nice, it's a good day to practice.m.
Ever since he attained the full level of cultivation, his hands have been extremely itchy.
Just those hundreds of impromptu punches were not enjoyable at all.
Now, he needs to find someone to practice with.
But the cultivator...Yi Feng looked embarrassed.
Since he came to this world, he has never had any real contact with cultivators because he cannot practice.
For so many years, he didn't know a single practitioner. Where could he find a practitioner to practice with?
Across the road, Pork Rong, who was chopping pork, walked out of the martial arts hall from Yi Feng. His attention was on him. At this moment, he couldn't help asking loudly: "Mr. Yi, what's going on? He doesn't look happy."
Yi Feng looked at Zhu Zhurong, and an idea appeared in his mind.
He quickly walked over and said, "Pork Rong, I just wanted to ask you something."
He doesn’t know the cultivators, but it’s always possible that the people he knows know the cultivators.
"Sir, please tell me." Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhurong quickly put down what he was doing and asked seriously.
"Are there any practitioners in your family or anyone you know?" Yi Feng asked.
Zhu Zhurong was puzzled, "Sir, what do you want to do with a practitioner?"
"Practice your hands." Yi Feng rubbed his palms.
Zhu Zhurong's heart skipped a beat, and he was frightened to drop the knife in his hand.
"This, this, this..."
"Don't panic." Seeing Zhu Zhurong's appearance, Yi Feng said confidently, "Don't worry about me, nothing will happen."
Yi Feng understood that to them, he was just a mortal like them.
To find a practitioner to practice with is to seek death.
Zhu Zhurong looked at Yi Feng in confusion... would he be worried about him???
Zhu Zhurong quickly picked up the knife in his hand and continued to chop meat, "No, no, no."
"Sir, you know that I am just a useless piece of trash. How can I meet the cultivator that you are looking for?"
"Hey, I knew it." Yi Feng sighed, and out of the corner of his eye saw the waiter busy serving noodles next to him, and walked over.
"Xiaoer, do you know the cultivator?" Yi Feng walked over and asked.
"Ah? A cultivator? What do you want to do with a cultivator, sir?" the waiter stopped and asked.
"Practice your hands."
The waiter was so frightened that he almost lost his grip and spilled his noodles.
I can't help but complain mentally, you still need to practice your skills? Then you will die in any minute...
But he didn't dare to brush Yi Feng's face, so he kept his voice steady and swallowed his saliva.
"What kind of practitioner do you want, sir?"
Yi Feng glanced at the waiter's skinny appearance and said, "Anyway, I definitely can't be a mortal like you. You have to be powerful."
Saying that, Yi Feng raised his fist and blew it, "You can't stand my fist like this."
"Sir, you are wise." The waiter bent down and said, "I don't know any of the practitioners you mentioned."
Yi Feng is about to leave.
Suddenly I saw Lao Wangtou sitting under a tree in the yard next to him and looking at him enjoying the shade.
"Old Wangtou..." He walked over.
"Sir, there is no need to ask. I don't know any of the practitioners you mentioned." He quickly stood up and added, "I have never seen one in my life."
Yi Feng looked at Lao Wangtou, who was unable to stand firmly.
Yi Feng sighed, shook his head and said helplessly: "Hey, you are too weak."
After saying that, he left with his hands behind his back, "It's so cold at high places..."
After Yi Feng left, a group of people gathered together, "Sir, what's going on? You suddenly need someone to practice with."
"Dugu Qiufei?"
"Maybe it's like what my husband said, it's too cold at high places and it's too lonely."
"But now it seems that Sir no longer pretends to be a mortal, so shall we still pretend to be mortals?" Zhu Zhurong held up the kitchen knife and spoke hesitantly.
"You're so tired, why are you pretending? Didn't you hear what my husband said about him just now?" Lao Wang pointed at the waiter next to him, "We are all mortals, we are all mortals!"
"Yes, in Mr.'s eyes, we are just mortals and have nothing to pretend to be." The waiter nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, you are right." Zhu Zhurong nodded like garlic.
Yi Feng went around Pingjiang City and couldn't find a single cultivator. None of them even knew any cultivators.
What rubbish...
Just when Yi Feng was distressed, he suddenly thought of something.
He stood still.
By the way, when the system rewarded me, Benwei, didn't it say that Benwei was the number one master?
Although I don’t know what kind of expert he is, he still has the title of being the best person, so there should be something to it, right?!
Although I have never seen him used.
Go try it?!
After thinking about it, Yi Feng turned around and went back to the martial arts hall.
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Martial Arts School.
As soon as Yi Feng left, a white bone protruded from the crack in the edge of the locked wooden door.
A finger dug into the lock and fiddled with it for a while.
The door lock opened in response.
The next moment, a skull stuck out of the dark hole, and he turned around and looked around.
"Is the master gone?"
"Let's go!" Gouzi quickly opened the small door for Benwei, "Congratulations to big brother! Congratulations to big brother! You are free!"
"Don't even look at who I am." Benwei said with satisfaction.
The disassembled limbs were put back together in an instant, "Let's go, hurry up! Before the master comes back!"