The appearance of this figure immediately aroused the exclamation of everyone present.

Because this one who shot is also a stunning stunner, not only is it not inferior to Mao Yuner, but the charm revealed by that charming posture makes many people fascinated.

more importantly.

This one is more ruthless than Mao Yuner!

On Peng Ying's face, a red slap print quickly appeared.

For a time, countless people cast Yi Feng's eyes at Yi Feng.

They are all speculating about who Yi Feng is, who can actually cause these two women to help.

The latter woman is no one else.

It's the demon spirit!

The burning pain on her face almost made Peng Ying lose her mind. She didn't expect that she would be slapped again!

What made her even more puzzled was that the reason for beating her was this man who was abandoned by her, this trash, this ant...

With murderous intent in his eyes, staring at Yaoling'er, Peng Ying shouted with hatred, "Who are you?"

"I'm also a fan of Mr.

The corners of Yao Ling'er's mouth were raised, and she had already made a speech in her heart and said calmly.

In the past two days in Pingjiang City, she has already found out the details of this mysterious young man. Although she is a peerless master, she has never exposed mountains or waters.

This is obviously the kind of old monster who goes back to the basics to experience life.

Because according to her inquiries, this person has experienced the life of mortals to the extreme, such as food, clothing, housing, transportation, three meals a day, worldly knowledge and so on...

So she understands that even if her cultivation base is exposed in his eyes at a glance, she still has to pretend to be a mortal, so as not to destroy his original intention of experiencing mortal life, and approach him.

And the rhetoric of fans happened to be her best rhetoric.

"A fan again?"

Peng Ying showed a vicious look, and his angry chest heaved violently.

Isn't it just a broken book, why let a waste that was thrown away by her be glued to women one after another?

What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that none of these two women were inferior to her, whether in terms of origin, appearance or figure, they were all enough to crush her.

Fortunately, these two women have no cultivation base at all.

Since there is no cultivation base, in Peng Ying's eyes, it is also a waste, just a beautiful vase.

"What a fan, since you two **** want to meddle in my business, then you will face destruction!" Peng Ying shouted coldly, the long sword in his hand was exposed, and the imposing manner of the cultivation base was exposed at the same time.

"what?"

"Cultivator?"

"It's actually a monk?"

The onlookers felt Peng Ying's unreserved momentum and were shocked, only to find that Peng Ying in front of him was actually a cultivator.

Involuntarily, he cast a respectful look at Peng Ying.

Although in this Poetry Conference it is not based on the status of strength, the real fact is that cultivators can arouse people's awe anywhere.

"This time, this man and two women are miserable!"

"Yeah, I guess Mao Yun'er's two women also regretted it in their hearts, and they slapped this female cultivator with a slap."

"It's a pity for these two such beautiful stunners!"

There was a lot of discussion, and many people even looked at Yi Feng and Yao Linger with pity.

The people's awe-inspiring actions and the words of discussion caused Peng Ying's chin to rise slightly, with a strong pride on his face.

She enjoyed the awe.

I also enjoy the feeling of being feared.

Now, it's her turn to slowly humiliate the three, so let's start with these two bitches.

Thinking of this, she suddenly cast her gaze on Mao Yun'er and pressed her with momentum.

Mao Yun'er trembled in fright. She was a weak woman who had experienced the coercion of practitioners, her complexion suddenly changed, and her pretty face became bloodless.

"Why, didn't you hit me hard just now?" Peng Ying said coldly, "Why not now?"

Mao Yun'er's face was pale, and she didn't dare to say a word.

"I'll ask you to kneel now."

Peng Ying threatened again.

Mao Yun'er's face changed greatly, and she shook her head busyly. Such humiliation was unacceptable to her.

"Don't kneel?"

Peng Ying's face turned cold, and as soon as the long sword in her hand came out, she instantly pushed towards Mao Yuner.

"what!"

When the long sword came, Mao Yuner let out a coquettish cry, and before the sword arrived, the whole person collapsed to the ground in fright.

Seeing this, Peng Ying showed a disdainful smile.

"An ant is an ant, my sword hasn't fallen on you yet, why is it like this?"

Mao Yuner's pretty body trembled, but she still didn't dare to say a word, and was full of fear for Peng Ying.

Mao Yun'er's pitiful gaze made Peng Ying enjoy unprecedented speed. This is the status a cultivator should have, not something mortals can compare to.

fierce.

She cast her icy gaze on Yao Ling'er again, and at the same time, the pressure on her body turned her gun and went straight to Yao Ling'er.

This woman, that slap is heavier than Mao Yuner.

She must be severely humiliated.

PS: I have something to do today, plus I have a bad cold, so I can only hold back two chapters. This is the first chapter and there is one more chapter later. I will make up for everyone tomorrow, I'm sorry.