Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Important Memon Peng Ying
The appearance of this figure instantly made a scene for everyone present.
Because this person who shot was also extremely stunning, not only was it not inferior to Mao Yuner, but the charm displayed by that charming posture fascinated many people.
more important.
This one is more ruthless than Mao Yuner!
On Peng Ying's face, a red slap print quickly appeared.
For a time, many people directed Yi Feng's gaze at Yi Feng.
They were all speculating about who Yi Feng was, who could actually cause these two women to help.
The last woman is no one else.
It was a demon spirit!
The searing pain on her face almost made Peng Ying lose her mind, she had not expected to be slapped again!
What made him even more confused was that the reason for his beating was this man he had left behind, this trash, this ant...
With killing intent in his eyes, staring at Yaoling'er, Peng Ying shouted with hatred, "Who are you?"
"I'm also a fan of Mr.
The corner of Yao Ling'er's mouth was lifted, and she had already made a speech in her heart and said calmly.
In the past two days in Pingjiang City, he had come to know the details of this mysterious young man, even though he was a peerless master, he had never exposed mountains or waters.
This was definitely the kind of old monster that went back to basics to experience life.
Because according to the question, this person has experienced extreme human life, such as food, clothing, housing, transportation, eating three times a day, worldly knowledge and so on...
So he understood that even if his cultivation base was exposed in his eyes at a glance, he would still have to pretend to be human, in order not to destroy his original intention of experiencing mortal life, and approach him.
And the rhetoric of the fans is the best rhetoric.
"Fans again?"
Peng Ying showed a ferocious look, and his furious chest heaved up and down.
Wasn't it just a broken book, why let the trash he threw away be glued to women one after another?
What made it even harder to accept was that none of these two women were inferior to him, whether in terms of origin, appearance or figure, they were all enough to destroy him.
Fortunately, these two women had no cultivation base at all.
Since there was no cultivation base, in Peng Ying's eyes, it was also a waste, just a beautiful vase.
“Truly fans, since you two want to interfere in my business, then you will face destruction!” Peng Ying shouted coldly, the long sword in his hand opened, and his impressive cultivation way was revealed.
"What?"
"Farmer?"
"This is really a monk?"
The spectators sensed Peng Ying's momentum selflessly and shocked, only to discover that the Peng Ying in front of him was actually a cultivator.
Although in the Poetry Conference this was not based on the status of strength, the fact was that practitioners could arouse the admiration of people anywhere.
"This time, this man and two women are miserable!"
"Yes, I guess two women Mao Yun'er also regretted it in their hearts, and they slapped this female cultivator with a slap."
"What a pity for these two beautiful women!"
There was a lot of discussion, and many people even looked at Yi Feng and Yao Linger with pity.
The amazing actions of the people and the words of discussion caused Peng Ying's chin to rise slightly, with a strong pride on his face.
He enjoys his admiration.
I also enjoy feeling scared.
Now, it's his turn to slowly embarrass the three, so let's start with these two*****women.
Thinking of this, he suddenly directed his gaze at Mao Yun'er and suppressed it with momentum.
Mao Yun'er trembled in fear, she was a weak woman who had experienced the coercion of practitioners, her complexion suddenly changed, and her beautiful face became bloodless.
“Why, you didn't hit me hard just now?” Peng Ying said coldly, “Why not now?”
Mao Yun'er's face was pale, and he did not dare to say a word.
"I'll ask you to kneel now."
Peng Ying threatened again.
Mao Yun'er's face changed greatly, and he shook his head busily, Such humiliation is unacceptable to him.
"Don't kneel?"
Peng Ying's face turned cold, and as soon as the long sword in his hand came out, he directly pushed towards Mao Yuner.
"What!"
When the longsword came, Mao Yuner let out a flirtatious scream, and before the sword arrived, the entire person fell to the ground in fear.
Seeing this, Peng Ying showed a contemptuous smile.
"The ants remain, my sword has not fallen on you, why is it like this?"
Mao Yuner's beautiful body trembled, but she still did not dare to say a word, and was full of fear at Peng Ying.
Mao Yun'er's pitiful gaze made Peng Ying enjoy an unprecedented speed. This was a status that a cultivator should possess, not something that a human could compare to.
pugnacious.
He threw his cold gaze at Yao Ling'er again, and at the same time, the pressure on his body aimed his weapon and headed straight for Yao Ling'er.
This woman, that slap was heavier than Mao Yuner.
He should be very humiliated.