Chapter 66

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

Because the one who made the move was also a stunning beauty. He was not inferior to Mao Yuner at all. The charm of his charming posture fascinated many people.

what's more.

This is more ruthless than Mao Yuner!

On Peng Ying's melon seed face, a red palm print soon appeared.

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

They were wondering who Yi Feng was and could actually cause the two women to help.

The later woman was 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 to get another slap!

What made her even more puzzled was that the reason for beating her was the man, the waste, the mole ant abandoned by her

With a murderous intention in her eyes, she stared at the demon ling'er. Peng Ying shouted angrily, "who are you?"

"I'm also a fan of Mr."

The corners of the demon ling'er's mouth raised, and he had already said something in his heart, and said calmly.

In Pingjiang city these two days, she has already found out the details of the mysterious youth. Although she is a peerless expert, she never reveals the mountain without dew.

This is obviously the kind of old monster who goes back to nature to feel life.

Because according to her inquiry, she has experienced the life of mortals to the extreme, including clothing, food, shelter and transportation, three meals a day, worldly sophistication and so on... All of them do it by themselves, which is no different from mortals.

So she knew that even if her accomplishments were exposed in his eyes, she still had to pretend to be a mortal, so as not to destroy his original intention to experience mortal life.

And the words of fans have just become her best words.

"Fans again?"

Peng Ying showed a vicious look and her angry chest fluctuated violently.

Isn't it just a broken book? Why should a waste thrown away by her be glued by women one after another?

What made her more difficult to accept was that neither of the two women was inferior to her. Whether from birth, appearance or figure, they were enough to crush her.

Fortunately, these two women have no accomplishments at all.

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

"What a fan, since you two bitch girls want to meddle in my business, you are facing destruction!" Peng Ying cheered coldly. As soon as the long sword came out, she exposed all the cultivation momentum.

"What?"

"Friar?"

"Is it a monk?"

The onlookers felt Peng Ying's unreserved momentum and were shocked one after another. They found that Peng Ying was actually a monk in front of them.

I couldn't help but look in awe at Peng Ying.

Although the poetry conference is not based on strength and identity, the real fact is that practitioners can arouse people's awe anywhere.

"Now, this man and two women are miserable!"

"Yes, I guess Mao Yuner's two women also regretted that they slapped the nun."

"It's a pity. These two beautiful beauties!"

People talked about it one after another, and many people looked at Yi Feng and the devil with pity.

The people's awe and talking made Peng Ying's chin rise slightly, and her face was full of pride.

She enjoyed the awe.

I also enjoy the feeling of being feared.

Now, it's her turn to humiliate these three people slowly, so start with these two bitch women.

Thinking of this, she suddenly set her eyes on Mao Yuner and pressed it.

Mao Yuner was frightened and trembled. She was a weak woman. Her face suddenly turned pale and her whole pretty face became bloodless.

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

Mao Yuner was pale and dared not say a word.

"Now, I tell you to kneel down."

Peng Ying threatened again.

Mao Yuner's face changed greatly and he was busy shaking his head. It was hard for her to accept such humiliation.

"Don't kneel?"

Peng Ying's face was cold, and the long sword in her hand came out and forced Mao Yuner in an instant.

"Ah!"

When the long sword came, Mao Yuner made a noise. Before the sword arrived, the whole person collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Peng Ying showed a disdainful smile.

"Mole ants are mole ants. My sword hasn't fallen on you yet. Why is it like this?"

Mao Yuner's body trembled, and he still dared not say a word. He was full of fear for Peng Ying.

Mao Yuner's pitiful eyes let Peng Ying enjoy unprecedented speed g, which is the status that a cultivator should have, not comparable to ordinary people.

Fierce.

She turned her cold eyes on the demon ling'er again. At the same time, the pressure on her body turned the muzzle of the gun and rushed at the demon ling'er.

This woman, that slap is heavier than Mao Yuner.

She must be severely humiliated.

PS: I have something to do today. With a bad cold, I can only hold back two chapters. This is