Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
I'm Deleting, What the fuck are you?
However, in the face of Peng Ying's coercion, Yao Ling'er did not fluctuate, and even showed a mocking look.
"You……"
"Why are you okay?"
Peng Ying's face changed, and she asked in disbelief, for some reason, Yao Ling'er's tenderness suddenly made her feel extremely unsure. Could there be something wrong with his own cultivation?
However, no, he himself could strongly feel his "frightening" cultivation realm"!
"Why should I be in trouble?"
Yao Ling'er raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.
“Then why aren't you afraid of me?” Peng Ying said frantically, “I am a cultivator, why are you mortal humans not afraid of me, are you not afraid that I will kill you?”
“How about the cultivators?” Yao Linger said in a disdainful tone, “So, you came to kill me!”
Provocation of Red Guoguo.
This made Peng Ying's face filled with gloom, Yao Linger's courage made her even more clueless, but more than that, the stronger her hatred for Yao Linger became.
Because this made the authority of his cultivators questionable!
"go to hell!"
Under the anger, Peng Ying raised the long sword in his hand and pointed straight at Yaolinger without any desire.
This sudden scene made the expressions of the spectators greatly change, and their hearts were already silent for Yao Linger.
"Din!"
However, what people did not expect was that with the trembling of the long sword, the long sword in Peng Ying's hand came out of his hand, and then fell into the river.
"What?"
The crowd suddenly showed disbelief.
Since they had not seen what happened at all, Peng Ying's long sword had fallen into the river.
Peng Ying's face was as if she had seen a ghost, and she looked at Yao Ling'er with fear.
The others did not know, but as a party he was very clear, Yao Ling'er simply flicked his long sword with his finger, and the transmitted power made him unable to hold the long sword and release it.
In fact, that power still left his arm numb.
"you you you you...."
Seeing Yaoling'er, Peng Ying's face turned pale, and she stepped back involuntarily.
"I'm what?"
Yao Ling'er narrowed his eyes, pressed his feet towards Peng Ying step by step, and said in a low voice, "You are a level nine little warrior, you are a level nine, where did you get the courage to make you so angry?"
At the same time as the voice fell, Yao Linger quietly exuded coercion, enveloping Peng Ying.
Peng Ying retreated in fear, especially when he felt the pressure, fear spreading rapidly in his heart, arrogance had just disappeared, only a strong fear was left.
He also did not understand why Yaolinger, a dignified cultivator, would have so much respect for Yi Feng, an ant, and become his fan, a gentleman!
"Do you think you are a level nine martial artist, do you deserve to be called a cultivator?" At this moment, Yao Ling'er asked mercilessly, even more so.
"Are you worthy?"
Peng Ying's face was ugly, and she remained silent.
"I asked you something."
Yaolinger asked.
When the voice fell, a slap slapped Peng Ying's face.
"You……"
"Are you?"
The voice fell, and another slap slapped Peng Ying in the face, and then continued to ask: "Tell me, with a little cultivation, are you worthy of being called a cultivator?"
"No……"
Peng Ying hesitated, her expression full of unwillingness.
"why not?"
Yao Ling'er was still suppressing, and at the same time, he slapped his past.
Suddenly, Peng Ying's face flushed red, swollen like a pig, and tears of complaint fell from her eyes.
And such a scene, everyone including Yi Feng were stunned.
This woman is too sexy, right?
Seeing Yao Linger about to slap him again, Peng Ying said reluctantly with tears in her eyes, "No, I'm not worthy ..."
"Hey, then go!"
Yao Ling'er sneered in disdain, and slapped him again.
"What!"
With a groan, Peng Ying's body rolled around in the air, and then fell violently into the river.
Without seeing Peng Ying again, Yao Ling'er turned to look at Yi Feng, her facial expression had changed a lot.
"See you, sir."
"Thank you girl for your help." Yi Feng replied gently.
"Master, you're welcome." Yao Ling'er said softly, "I'm afraid you don't know who I am yet, me ..."
However, when he was halfway through, Yi Feng interrupted with a smile: "Don't be too troublesome, we've met before."
"Have you seen him before?"
Hearing this, Yao Ling'er's body trembled.
He was suddenly stunned on the spot, unable to say a word for a while, could it be that he already knew his identity?
Unknowingly, Yao Ling'er broke out in a cold sweat!
Thinking of this, he quickly explained: "Master, I'm really sorry, I'm because ..."
"It goes without saying, it's no big deal."
Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile, he had indeed seen Yao Ling'er just now. After all, Yao Ling'er pretended to fall in front of him, he did not miss it.
The reason why I didn't help her was also because I didn't know her After all, a beautiful woman I didn't know suddenly did this, there must be a monster!
It's just that now it seems like I'm wrong to blame him, it turns out that it's my fan.
As a fan, it was no exaggeration to adore her idol and create a little lady song to attract her attention, so seeing her anxious and embarrassed appearance, Yi Feng cut her off at the right time.
After all, women are more shy, and it is the best policy to look at and not say it.
It's just, my face and my talent...
Hearing what Yi Feng said, Yao Linger subconsciously wiped the sweat off his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.
In my heart, I couldn't help but smile.
It turns out that people already know his identity.
It only made him feel lucky that he didn't seem to care about his identity. It was very difficult to guess the city government of such a person!
However, if you think about it, you can find the reason In his eyes, Xuanwuzong was just a small faction, and he really did not care about that.
It's just that you can see through your identity, but not see through your purpose!
Thinking of this, Yao Ling'er became shy and nervous.
“And Miss Yuner, thank you too.” Yi Feng helped Mao Yuner beside him and said softly.
"Thank you, sir."
Sensing the strength of Yi Feng's arm, Mao Yun'er lowered his head and blushed.
“Nothing, I should be the one to thank you, by the way, for expressing my gratitude, let me invite you two to dinner tonight!” Yi Feng said softly.
Hearing this, the faces of the two women suddenly brightened, and they quickly agreed.
This scene only envy others, and there are eyes of jealousy, jealousy, and hatred.
When this happened, Yi Feng had no interest in this poetry conference. He glanced at Peng Ying who was still in the river with a complicated look. Yi Feng and the two women left temporarily.
After Yi Feng and the others left, a white-robed figure swept over and fell into the crowd.
"Wow, another monk."
When everyone saw this, they avoided one after another, but they did not expect that another cultivator was coming.
The one who came was Yu Wujie who had just descended the mountain, he finally got out of Qingshanmen prison, and could not wait to invite Peng Ying to meet here.
"Ying'er, where are you Yinger?" Yu Wujie shouted out loudly.
"Sister Wujie, I..."
At this moment, Peng Ying, who had just walked out of the river, had no time to clean up when she met directly with Yu Wujie.
"What's wrong with you?"
Yu Wujie's face sank and he asked quickly.
"I……"
Saying that, Peng Ying's tears fell.
“Also, why are you holding your face?” Yu Wujie frowned again and asked.
"Sister Wujie, I'm bullied." Peng Ying said pitifully, "My face is injured."
"What's? Who would dare to be so brave, Ying'er, don't be afraid, I will take revenge for you, let me see how your face hurts first?" Yu Wujie came to Peng Ying in a soft voice, said worry .
“But, I'm ugly now, and it took a long time to recover. Brother Wujie, don't you hate me?” Peng Ying asked nervously with a hesitant face.
"Why Ying'er, how can I hate you, let me see," Yu Wujie said with concern.
"Good!"
After squeezing for a long time, Peng Ying put down her palm, revealing her swollen face.
moment.
Yu Wujie's eyeballs almost exploded.
"I'm sweeping, what the fuck are you?"
As he spoke, he landed on Peng Ying, and Peng Ying flew out, hitting the river violently, causing a splash of water.