I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

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

"Patriarch, Sect Master, since we have no way to deal with the Xuanwu Patriarch, why can't we avoid the fight?" Yu Wujie asked.

Hearing this, some of the elders in the hall let out a wry laugh.

They knew that this time it was impossible to avoid the fight. The two patriarchs had harbored deep grudges for decades now, and had signed the duel agreement for today long ago.

This agreement swore upon both of their lives, with the Heavenly Dao as witness.

If one avoided the fight, they would suffer punishment from the Heavenly Dao.

And if Qingshan Patriarch retreated, it would be the same as an unconditional defeat for Qingshan Sect!

"Forget it, I can't rely on you all." At this time, the Qingshan Patriarch shouted, his expression was solemn, but his heart was much more relaxed than the others.

Because he had already considered a strategy just now.

If he could borrow that kitchen knife from Senior Yi Feng down the mountain, this fight would not necessarily be without a chance!

"All of you leave!" the Qingshan Patriarch waved his hand.

"Patriarch..."

"Patriarch, what do you mean by this?"

He hadn't even revealed his plan yet, but the Patriarch was having people leave. Could it be that the Patriarch knew he was no match, and had given up hope?

If that was the case, then Qingshan Sect...

The faces of the crowd were filled with solemnity and despair.

"I already have a strategy." Seeing this, the Qingshan Patriarch also knew he needed to reassure these people to prevent chaos, so he said, "I'm going to borrow a knife. As long as I can borrow this knife, Xuanwu...hmph, nothing to worry about..."

"A knife?"

"What knife?"

Hearing this, everyone was puzzled.

After all, although Xuanwu and Qingshan were at the same realm, there was a difference of ten years of cultivation. Although a good weapon could greatly enhance one's strength, ten years of cultivation, especially at this Martial King realm, was not something an ordinary knife could make up for.

"You'll know once I successfully borrow the knife and bring it back to show you." The Qingshan Patriarch said impatiently. If not for needing to steady the sect members in this time, he would not have openly brought out a knife at this level.

Although still filled with confusion and unease, everyone obediently left. At the same time, they also looked forward to the knife the Qingshan Patriarch had spoken of.

"Zhu Yun, come with me for a bit."

But the Qingshan Patriarch called for the Sect Master Zhu Yun to stay. After all, Zhu Yun's status was different. He felt it necessary to let the Sect Master know about the existence of that senior down the mountain.

In case that fellow wasn't careful and accidentally provoked him, the consequences would be unaffordable.

The two quickly arrived at the streets of Pingjiang City, still some distance from the martial arts hall. The Qingshan Patriarch began concealing his aura and walking.

"Uncle-master, what is this about?" In private, Zhu Yun was the Qingshan Patriarch's nephew-disciple, and looked at the Qingshan Patriarch puzzledly, "Why don't we just fly over directly?"

"Hmph, what do you understand?" The Qingshan Patriarch admonished, "Conceal your aura immediately. Later, act according to my signals."

Although confused, Zhu Yun also concealed his aura, then asked again, "Uncle-master, does this small Pingjiang City have the knife you need?"

"A frog at the bottom of a well."

The Qingshan Patriarch scolded him, having no interest in explaining much to Zhu Yun at the moment. His mind was completely focused on seeing Yi Feng.

When they arrived at the martial arts hall, they saw Yi Feng lying in a reclining chair at the entrance.

"This is it." The Qingshan Patriarch straightened his back excitedly and said.

"Uncle-master, this is just a run-down martial arts hall!" Zhu Yun glanced casually without looking more, puzzled as he asked, "You are the esteemed Qingshan Sect's Patriarch, why must you be like this?!"

"Shut up."

"Also, in address and all aspects later, do not mention anything relating to cultivation."

The Qingshan Patriarch angrily shouted.

Zhu Yun did not dare to say more.

"Hahaha, Master Yi." The Qingshan Patriarch put on a smiling face and called out.

Yi Feng, who was lying at the entrance, removed the fan covering his face, glanced over, sat up and laughed, "So it's you who's come!"

"Yes, it's me."

The Qingshan Patriarch nodded his head repeatedly like a chick pecking rice, his face full of respect.

At the side, Zhu Yun's eyes went wide.

Was he seeing things?

Usually the arrogant Patriarch in Qingshan Sect was now like a chick in front of an ordinary person?

Why?

With one slap, this ordinary person could easily be killed!