Chapter 67： I wipe, what the **** 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 alright?"

Peng Ying's face changed, and she asked incredulously, for some reason, Yao Ling'er's blandness suddenly made her feel very uncertain. Could it be that there was something wrong with her own cultivation?

However, no, she herself can strongly feel her "terrifying" cultivation realm!

"Why should I be in trouble?"

Yao Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" Peng Yinglue said in a panic, "I am a cultivator, why aren't you a mortal afraid of me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"What about cultivators?" Yao Ling'er said disdainfully, "So, you came to kill me!"

Red Guoguo's provocation.

This made Peng Ying's face full of gloom, Yao Linger's boldness made her more and more clueless, but the more so, the stronger her hatred for Yao Linger.

Because this made her cultivator's authority questioned!

"go to hell!"

Under the anger, Peng Ying raised the long sword in his hand and pointed straight at Yaolinger without any fancy.

This sudden scene made the expressions of the onlookers change greatly, and their hearts were already silent for Yao Linger.

"Ding!"

However, what people didn't 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.

Because they didn't see what happened at all, Peng Ying's long sword had already fallen into the river.

Peng Ying's face was as if she had seen a ghost, and she looked at Yao Ling'er in fear.

Others don't know, but as the party she is very clear, Yao Ling'er just flicked her long sword with her finger, and the power transmitted made her unable to hold the long sword and let go.

Even, that power still makes her arm go numb.

"you you you you……"

Looking at Yaoling'er, Peng Ying's face turned pale, and she stepped back subconsciously.

"What am I?"

Yao Ling'er narrowed her eyes, pressed her feet towards Peng Ying step by step, and said in a low voice, "You are a little ninth-level warrior, where did you get the courage to make you so mad?"

At the same time as the voice fell, Yao Linger silently exuded a coercion, shrouding Peng Ying.

Peng Ying retreated in fear, especially when she felt the pressure, fear spread rapidly in her heart, the arrogance just now disappeared, only a strong fear remained.

She also couldn't understand why Yaolinger, a dignified cultivator, would have such respect for Yi Feng, an ant, and become his fan, a gentleman!

"Do you think you are a ninth-level martial artist, do you deserve to be called a cultivator?" At this time, Yao Ling'er asked unforgivingly, even more so.

"Are you worthy?"

Peng Ying's face was ugly, and she kept silent.

"I asked you something."

Yaolinger asked.

When the voice fell, a slap slapped Peng Ying's face.

"you……"

"What are you?"

The voice fell, and another slap slapped Peng Ying's face, and then continued to ask: "Tell me, with such a little cultivation, are you worthy of being called a cultivator?"

"No……"

Peng Ying hesitated, his expression full of unwillingness.

"why no?"

Yao Ling'er was still pressing, and at the same time, she slapped her past.

Suddenly, Peng Ying's face was flushed red, swollen like a pig, and tears of grievance fell from her eyes.

And such a scene, everyone including Yi Feng was stunned.

This woman is too hot, right?

Seeing Yao Linger about to slap her again, Peng Ying said unwillingly with tears in her eyes, "No, I'm not worthy..."

"Hey, then go away!"

Yao Ling'er sneered disdainfully, and slapped her again.

"what!"

With a groan, Peng Ying's body rolled in the air, and then fell heavily into the river.

Without looking at Peng Ying again, Yao Ling'er turned to look at Yi Feng, the expression on her face has changed a lot.

"See you sir."

She said softly, and at the same time gave Yi Feng a slight salute.

"Thank you girl for your help." Yi Feng replied softly.

"Sir, you're welcome." Yao Ling'er said softly, "I'm afraid you don't know who I am yet, I am..."

However, when she was halfway through, Yi Feng interrupted with a smile: "Don't be so troublesome, we've met before."

"Have you seen it before?"

Hearing this, Yao Ling'er's body trembled.

He was suddenly stunned in place, unable to say a word for a while. Could it be that he already knew his identity?

His last Yi Rong had already been seen through by him?

Involuntarily, Yao Ling'er broke out in a cold sweat!

Thinking of this, she quickly explained: "Sir, I'm really sorry, I was because..."

"Needless to say, it's no big deal."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile, he did see Yao Ling'er just now. After all, Yao Ling'er pretended to fall down in front of him, he didn't miss it.

The reason why I didn't help her was also because I didn't know her. After all, a beautiful woman who she didn't know suddenly did this, there must be a monster!

It's just that now it seems that I have wrongly blamed her, it turned out to be my own fan.

As a fan, it's not an exaggeration to adore his idol and make a little woman's tune to attract his attention, so seeing her anxious and embarrassed appearance, Yi Feng interrupted her at the right time.

After all, women are more shy, and it is the best policy to see through and not to say.

It's just, my **** face and talent...

Hearing what Yi Feng said, Yao Linger subconsciously wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

In my heart, I couldn't help but smile.

It turned out that people already knew his identity.

It just makes her feel fortunate that he doesn't seem to care about his own identity. It's really hard to guess the city government of such a person!

However, if you think about it, you can find the reason. In his eyes, Xuanwuzong is just a small faction, and he really doesn't care about it.

It's just that you can see through your identity, but don't see through your purpose!

Thinking of this, Yao Ling'er is both shy and nervous.

"And Miss Yun'er, thank you too." Yi Feng helped Mao Yuner beside him and said softly.

"Thank you, sir."

Feeling the strength of Yi Feng's arm, Mao Yun'er lowered her head and blushed.

"It's nothing, it should be me thanking you, by the way, in order to express 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 is simply envious of others, and there are eyes of envy, 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 temporarily left.

After Yi Feng and others left, a figure in a white robe swept over and fell into the crowd.

"Wow, another monk."

When everyone saw this, they avoided one after another, but they didn't expect that another cultivator came.

The person who came was Yu Wujie who had just come down the mountain. He finally got out of the Qingshanmen prison, and he couldn't wait to invite Peng Ying to meet here.

"Ying'er, where are you Ying'er?" Yu Wujie shouted loudly.

"Brother Wujie, I..."

At this time, Peng Ying, who had just come out of the river, had no time to clean up when she met Yu Wujie head-on.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yu Wujie's face sank and he asked quickly.

"me……"

Saying that, Peng Ying's tears fell.

"Also, why are you holding your face?" Yu Wujie frowned again and asked.

"Brother Wujie, I was bullied." Peng Ying said pitifully, "My face is hurt."

"What? Who dares to be so bold, 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 gentle voice, worried said.

"But, I'm ugly now, and it will take a long time to recover. Brother Wujie, you won't dislike me, will you?" Peng Ying asked nervously with a hesitant face.

"Why Ying'er, how can I despise you, let me see." Yu Wujie said with concern.

"Ok!"

After squeezing for a long time, Peng Ying put down her palm, revealing her swollen face.

moment.

Yu Wujie's eyeballs almost burst out.

"I wipe, what the **** are you?"

While speaking, he landed on Peng Ying, and Peng Ying flew out, hitting the river heavily, causing a splash of water.