Fantasy: It turns out I'm a supreme martial god

However, in the face of Peng Ying's pressure, the demon ling'er did not fluctuate, and even showed a mocking look.

"You..."

"Why are you all right?"

Peng Ying's face changed and asked incredulously. I don't know why, the insipidity of the demon ling'er suddenly made her very confused. Is it because of her cultivation?

However, no, she can strongly feel her "terror" cultivation!

"Why should I have something?"

The demon spirit son raised his mouth and said with a smile.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" Peng yinglue said in a panic, "I'm a cultivator. Why aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid of me killing you?"

"What about the cultivator?" The demon spirit disdained to say: "so, you came to kill me!"

Red fruit provocation.

This made Peng Ying's face full of gloom. The courage of demon ling'er made her more and more bottomless, but the more so, the stronger her hatred for demon ling'er.

Because this makes her practitioner's authority questioned!

"Go to hell!"

In her anger, Peng Ying raised her long sword and went straight to the demon spirit.

This sudden scene changed the faces of the onlookers present, and there was a moment of silence for the demon spirit.

"Ding!"

However, what people didn't expect was that with the trembling of the long sword, Peng Ying's long sword came out and then fell into the river.

"What?"

The crowd suddenly showed an unbelievable color.

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

Peng Ying's face was like seeing a ghost and looked at the demon ling'er in fear.

Others didn't know, but as a party, she knew it clearly. The demon ling'er just flicked her long sword with her fingers, and the power came so that she couldn't hold the long sword and took it out.

Even that force now numbs her arms.

"You... You..."

Looking at the demon ling'er, Peng Ying turned pale and stepped back subconsciously.

"What am I?"

The demon ling'er narrowed his eyes, and the soles of his feet forced Peng Ying step by step. In a low voice, he said, "you are a small nine heavy warrior. What courage makes you so rampant?"

At the same time, the demon ling'er quietly spread a threat and shrouded Peng Ying.

Peng Ying retreated in fear, especially when she felt the pressure. The fear spread rapidly in her heart. The arrogance just now disappeared, leaving only thick fear.

She also couldn't figure out why a monk of demon ling'er had such respect for Yi Feng, a mole ant, and became his fan, one man at a time!

"Do you think you are a nine fold martial artist? Do you deserve to be called a cultivator?" At this time, the demon ling'er pressed relentlessly, and it was the Pearl Heart of every word.

"Do you deserve it?"

Peng Ying looked ugly and kept silent.

"Let me ask you something."

The demon spirit forced him to ask.

As the voice fell, he slapped Peng Ying in the face.

"You..."

"What are you?"

The voice fell, slapped Peng Ying's face again, and then continued to force him to ask, "say, that's all. Do you deserve to be called a cultivator?"

"No..."

Peng Ying hesitated and looked unwilling.

"No what?"

The demon spirit son still pressed questions, and at the same time, he slapped and shouted in the past.

At that time, Peng Ying's face turned red and swollen like a pig, and the wronged tears fell from her eyes.

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

This woman is too hot, isn't she?

Seeing that the demon ling'er wanted to slap her again, Peng Ying said reluctantly with tears: "no, I don't deserve..."

"Hum, then get out!"

The demon spirit son disdained a sneer and directly slapped him again.

"Ah!"

With a coquettish anger, Peng Ying's body rolled in the air and then hit the river heavily.

Without looking at Peng Ying again, the demon ling'er turned and looked at Yi Feng. The expression on his face had changed thousands of customs.

"See you, sir."

She said softly and saluted Yi Feng slightly at the same time.

"Thank you for your help." Yi Feng responded softly.

"You're welcome, sir." Demon ling'er whispered, "I'm afraid Sir doesn't know who I am, I am..."

However, just halfway through her words, Yi Feng interrupted with a smile: "don't be so troublesome. We've seen it before."

"Have you seen it before?"

Hearing the speech, the demon spirit's body trembled.

Suddenly, he was stunned and couldn't say a word for a while. Did he say that he already knew his identity?

He saw through his last change of face long ago?

Can't help it, the demon ling'er was 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 and smiled and said that he had indeed seen the demon ling'er just now. After all, he didn't see the false fall of the demon ling'er in front of him.

The reason why I didn't help her is because I didn't know her. After all, a beautiful woman who didn't know her suddenly must be a demon!

But now it seems that I have wronged her. I turned out to be my own fan.

Fans, it's not too much to worship their idols and make a little woman's tone to attract his attention, so looking at her anxious and embarrassed appearance, Yi Feng interrupted her at the right time.

After all, women are shy. It's the best policy to see through without telling.

Just, my damn face and talent

Hearing what Yi Feng said, the demon ling'er subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

In my heart, I can't help smiling bitterly.

People already knew their identity.

She was just glad that he didn't seem to care about his identity. It was really difficult to guess the city government of such people!

However, he could find the reason by thinking carefully. In his eyes, Xuanwu sect was just a small sect, and he really didn't care about it.

Just, if you see through your identity, don't see through your purpose!

Thinking of this, demon ling'er was both shy and nervous.

"And miss Yuner, thank you, too." Yi Feng picked up Mao Yuner and said softly.

"Thank you, sir."

Feeling the strength of Yi Feng's arm, Mao Yuner bowed his head and blushed.

"It's nothing. I should thank you. By the way, in order to express my gratitude, I'll invite you two to dinner tonight!" Yi Feng said softly.

Hearing the speech, the two women's faces lit up and quickly agreed.

This scene was simply envious of others, and there were eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred.

When this happened, Yi Feng had no interest in the poetry conference. He took a complicated look at Peng Ying who was still in the river. Yi Feng and two women left temporarily.

After Yi Feng and others left, a white robed figure came quickly and fell into the crowd.

"Wow, another monk."

Seeing this, they all ran away. Unexpectedly, another cultivator came.

It was Yu WuJie who had just come down the mountain. He finally came out of the Castle Peak gate prison and couldn't wait to make an appointment with Peng Ying here.

"Yinger, Yinger, where are you?" Yu WuJie shouted.

"Brother Wu Jie, I......"

At this time, Peng Ying, who had just come out of the river, met Yu WuJie head-on before she could clean up.

"What's the matter with you?"

Yu WuJie's face sank and asked quickly.

"I, I..."

With that, Peng Ying's tears fell down.

"And what are you doing with your face?" Yu WuJie frowned and asked.

"Brother Wu Jie, I was bullied." Peng Ying said pitifully, "my face is hurt."

"What? Who dares to be so bold? Don't be afraid, Ying'er. I'll avenge you. Let me see how you hurt your face first? " Yu WuJie came to Peng Ying in a gentle voice and said with concern.

"But I'm ugly now. It will take a long time to recover. Brother Wu Jie, won't you dislike me?" Peng Ying asked nervously with hesitation on her face.

"How can you be Yinger? How can I dislike you? Let me see." Yu WuJie said with concern.

"All right!"

After a long time, Peng Ying put down her palm and revealed her swollen face.

instantaneous.

Yu WuJie's eyes almost burst out.

"I wipe, what the hell are you?"

While talking, he landed on Peng Ying. Peng Ying flew out directly and hit the river heavily, splashing a burst of water.