I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

In the martial arts hall.

Yi Feng sat low on a small stool, making a bow and arrow with his head down.

"Hmm!"

"Perfect."

Feeling very satisfied after completing it, Yi Feng then fumbled with some herbs and configured them into a narcotic.

This was carefully prepared by him.

Then he went out with the anesthetic and bow and arrow.

There were many things that needed preparation for opening a mountain gate, such as Little Back Mountain. Without monsters, some wild beasts had to be brought in as a cover.

And Yi Feng was going out this time to catch some wild beasts to bring back.

Luckily.

After Yi Feng opened the mountain, he didn't plan to accept disciples with good talents who could cultivate either. At best, he could fool those with ordinary talents or those who could not cultivate but still wanted to be cultivators.

Cheating one hundred people and completing the task before speaking again.

And recently, it seemed that the broken system saw Yi Feng's efforts, so it opened up a new function for him.

That is to detect other people's talents.

So Yi Feng first tried it out on Zhong Qing.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Zhong Qing."

"Talent: Ordinary."

After detecting Zhong Qing, Yi Feng, who had just walked out the door, saw several old tofu sellers.

So Yi Feng couldn't help but detect them too.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Zhou Wu."

"Talent: Garbage."

The system responded to Yi Feng's voice.

"Detect Old Li."

Yi Feng shifted his target.

"Ding."

"Detected object: Li Tian."

"Talent: Garbage."

And after detecting these two people, Yi Feng couldn't help but detect all the other old men, without exception they were all garbage.

While walking on the street, perhaps out of curiosity about the new features, Yi Feng detected all the way.

Garbage, garbage, all garbage, not to mention excellent, there was not even one that could compete with Zhong Qing's ordinary talent.

"I thought my disciple was garbage enough, but I didn't expect most people to be more garbage than him."

"It seems that people who can cultivate are really one in ten thousand. Most people are untalented garbage!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but feel emotional, and he also had a rough idea of ​​these talents.

Ordinary ordinary talents, like his disciple Zhong Qing, couldn't even enter the Qingshan Gate.

While the excellent level above ordinary was probably the cultivator.

Then, carrying the bow and arrow, he headed towards the Shogunate Mountain Range.

At this moment, an old man walked out from the gloomy place, staring fiercely at Yi Feng's back.

"Little bastard."

"Mortal, you f*cking mortal."

"It's so frustrating, my dignified sixth-order warlock's cultivation was actually killed by a mortal like you."

"Luckily I practiced avatar techniques, otherwise I would have really let you get away with murder, you mortal!"

He said viciously.

There was a strong resentment and suffocation flashing on his face.

He was the Old Demon Yan who was beaten with several bricks by Yi Feng in the Immortal Ruins before, and then stabbed to death with a sword by Yi Feng.

After the avatar died in the Immortal Ruins, his true body hurried over from the Central Continent, determined to torture Yi Feng to death.

"Little bastard."

"Stand still for me."

He walked straight out and shouted coldly at Yi Feng.

Yi Feng stopped and looked back at the man.

"Tsk, little bastard, you must have never imagined that I am still alive. On that day, I was careless and died at your hands!" Old Demon Yan said coldly, "But today is not that day, so today is your death!"

But what he didn't expect was that in the face of his threat, Yi Feng seemed indifferent.

This made Old Demon Yan even colder.

Was this little bastard still not aware of the seriousness of the situation? Didn’t he know that he was facing the revenge of a cultivator?

"Little bastard, I'm very curious, why aren't you afraid of me?" Old Demon Yan said heavily.

"Do I know you?"

Yi Feng scratched his head and couldn't help asking.

At these words.

Old Demon Yan choked involuntarily.

He didn't remember who he was, no wonder he wasn't afraid when he saw him.

"Well, well, since you've forgotten who I am, let me help you remember." Old Demon Yan said coldly.

But he had just said half.

Yi Feng interrupted him directly.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in who you are, I have to hurry on."

Yi Feng said expressionlessly, then took the bow and arrow and continued on his way.

"You......"

"You, good for you, little bastard."

Old Demon Yan trembled with anger, gnashing his teeth and shouting, "Little bastard, I'll help you remember, my name is Old Demon Yan!"

"Old Demon Yan?"

Yi Feng turned back to look at him seriously.

Pondered hard.

A long, long time later, his eyes finally lit up and he shouted, "I remember now, you are that, that..."

Seeing this, Old Demon Yan gave a cold laugh.

Did this little bastard finally remember who he was? Facing his returning revenge, this little bastard should feel fear now, right?

But Yi Feng's next words almost angered him to death.

"You are that, that bandit who robbed me halfway when I last went to the Central Continent!"

Old Demon Yan's body trembled.

He had intended to torture Yi Feng well, to make Yi Feng feel the fear before death, but this little bastard just didn't remember who he was, and didn't feel afraid at all.

Forget it.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Just suppress him directly with absolute strength.

In the face of absolute strength, it will also make this little bastard feel enough fear.

"You will die today."

With a cold shout, he raised his hand and attacked Yi Feng.

This posture made Yi Feng a little flustered too.

So he quickly activated the system to detect Old Demon Yan's talent.

"Ding!"

"Detected object: Old Demon Yan."

"Talent: Super Garbage."

Hearing the system's voice, Yi Feng was shocked.

"Oh my."

"There is actually super garbage talent."

"What the hell, the talent is so rubbish and still wants to block my way, tired of living?"

Yi Feng was not worried at all.

Unhurriedly, he picked up the bow and arrow in his hand, pulled the bow and shot an arrow.

"Boom!"

Old Demon Yan fell to the ground with a sound, his whole body twitching, foaming at the mouth, while his eyes flashed with disbelief.

How could it be?

How is it possible?

How could he, a sixth-order warlock, possibly be knocked down by a mortal's arrow, without even the ability to parry?

What on earth was going on here!

He roared in his heart, glaring at Yi Feng standing above him, condescending.

Yi Feng stroked his chin with his palm, and carefully looked up and down Old Demon Yan.

"I remembered wrongly, you shouldn't be that bandit, that bandit was a cyclops."

"But you do look a bit familiar, but I really can't remember who you are."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Let's just pretend you're a bandit!"

Muttering, Yi Feng shot Old Demon Yan another arrow.

Old Demon Yan lost his life directly.

Until his death, he still didn't understand why he would fall at the hands of this mortal again.

After killing Old Demon Yan, Yi Feng continued on his way, feeling a little happy.

"This system seems to have become much more reliable."

"At least the talent detection function doesn't seem to be deceiving."

Just now the system detected that the guy's talent was super garbage, and as expected, he was pathetically weak and collapsed with one arrow.

"It will be much more convenient in the future!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh emotionally.

Over the years, he had always been honest, mainly afraid of encountering those hidden experts, and getting himself killed.

And with this detection function, whenever there are conflicts, you can detect the other's talent first.

Those with talents lower than Excellent can be dealt with directly, no need to be timid anymore.

After all, ordinary people below Excellent, like his disciple, what is there to be afraid of?

After all, they were all untalented garbage!

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