Xiong Yingcai was stunned. He was a master in the early stage of Yuanying, but Ye Feng slapped him and made him stunned. Wasn't Ye Feng in the middle stage of Jindan?
But this real slap in the face was telling him that his strength in the early Nascent Soul stage was not enough to withstand even Ye Feng's slap.
Could it be that his cultivation is fake?
As he struggled to stand up, the clear sound of a guzheng rang out. Xuanyuan Mingyu, who was supposed to leave, was playing music seriously at this time.
Xiong Yingcai stood there in a daze. Just because Ye Feng asked you to, you gave it to him?
This made him look stupid. He got slapped in the face for nothing and he didn't know what to say.
Ye Feng leaned lazily on the chair, tapping his fingers to the beat of the music, seemingly immersed in it.
When Xiong Yingcai saw this, his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. This 18-year-old boy was actually keeping the beat?
After the song, Ye Feng walked forward with a smile, raised the wine gourd at his waist, pinched Xuanyuan Mingyu's chin, and poured the wine into her mouth.
“Ahem…”
Xuanyuan Mingyu was obviously choked by Ye Feng's sudden action. He looked up at Ye Feng with a look of complete confusion.
"You seem listless. Have some wine. Play a good song and I'll dance with you using the sword."
Xiong Yingcai was completely dumbfounded. Was Ye Feng so rude?
Or is it that Xuanyuan Mingyu just likes this?
As he expected, Xuanyuan Mingyu still did not refuse, but instead played the distant music, while Ye Feng unsheathed his silver sword and danced with the sword in his hand to the music.
The two of them seemed like partners who had been working together for a long time, showing Xiong Yingcai what tacit understanding was.
Xiong Yingcai didn't expect that Xuanyuan Mingyu would actually obey Ye Feng's orders after being treated so rudely. When he thought of this, he didn't know where he got the courage from, but he rushed to Xuanyuan Mingyu and stretched out his hand to strangle her neck, wanting to imitate Ye Feng and give orders to Xuanyuan Mingyu.
But he didn't expect that when his hands were ten centimeters away from Xuanyuan Mingyu's neck, a violent spiritual power directly lifted him up and smashed him heavily to the ground.
This violent spiritual power did not come from Ye Feng, but from Xuanyuan Mingyu, who had been enduring Ye Feng's rude treatment!
"How outrageous!"
Xuanyuan Mingyu's pupils flashed a faint red as he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiong Yingcai out of thin air, then slammed him heavily to the ground again.
Xiong Yingcai felt terrible. He didn't understand why Ye Feng was fine despite being so rude to him. He hadn't even been touched yet, but now he was hung up and beaten violently without any mercy, as if he was being thrown to death.
Ye Feng was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Xiong Yingcai would really dare to imitate him. Please, he had a military advisor to guide him. Xiong Yingcai dared to go up without any idea. If he didn't get beaten, who would?
Ye Feng was extremely grateful at this moment that he had a reliable military advisor. At least he had been following Xi Yurong'e's instructions, and although he had been a bit rude so far, he had not disliked Xuanyuan Ming.
If it weren't for Xi Yurong's teachings, he would probably be no better than Xiong Yingcai at this time.
Looking at the cultivation level that Xuanyuan Mingyu inadvertently exuded, Ye Feng could conclude that her cultivation level was definitely above the fusion level!
Xiong Yingcai, who was in the early stage of Nascent Soul, was as weak as a newborn baby in front of Xuanyuan Mingyu and had no power to fight back!
After seeing that Xiong Yingcai was almost out of breath, Xuanyuan Mingyu threw the mud-like Xiong Yingcai aside and ordered the maid to take him out for treatment.
"Excuse me!"
Xuanyuan Mingyu bowed slightly, then asked someone to pick up the guzheng and returned to the attic.
Ye Feng secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, he had the guidance of his military advisor. According to Xi Yurong, as long as he dressed like this and followed the script given to him, he would definitely win.
He couldn't help but be curious at this moment. What special meaning did this outfit have? Could it be the father of Xuanyuan Zijin who died early as mentioned by Xuanyuan Yuehua?
Ye Feng shook his head, raised his wine gourd and drank a big swig, then shouted:
"Ms. Mingyu, I will come again tomorrow!"
Then he left without caring whether Xuanyuan Mingyu in the attic heard it or not.
Xuanyuan Mingyu in the attic secretly watched Ye Feng's departing figure through the cracks in the window, with a complicated expression and a faint sigh:
"See you tomorrow……"
…
"How is it, everything went well!"
Seeing Ye Feng coming back, Xi Yurong looked Ye Feng up and down, raising her eyebrows slightly.
Ye Feng gave Xi Yurong a thumbs up and praised:
"It has to be the military advisor who has Miss Mingyu under his control."
"Of course, I am the only one in the world who knows Miss Mingyu best."
"By the way, how old is Miss Mingyu? Why does it feel like her cultivation is too powerful?"
Ye Feng recalled the scene just now. At first, he thought Xuanyuan Mingyu was a gentle and soft-hearted young lady from a noble family, but it turned out that she was a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a woman's skin!
When he thought of that unfathomable cultivation level, Ye Feng recalled what he had just done and swallowed secretly. If he hadn't been dressed like this, his fate would probably not be much better than Xiong Yingcai's.
Xi Yurong narrowed her eyes and spoke slowly:
"You don't think Miss Mingyu is very young, do you?"
Ye Feng was stunned, and had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Of course, it's not as big as you think. It's just a little girl over 800."
Xi Yurong smiled, her tone joking.
When he saw these numbers directly, Ye Feng swallowed secretly. Just over 800... a little girl?
Such a complicated sentence, I feel like he needs to grow a brain.
"Seriously?"
Ye Feng spoke with difficulty. It was more than eight hundred, and he was only eighteen!
"What's so serious about this? You don't think the women around you are all young, do you? Some people may be young physically, but their souls may have experienced billions of years."
Xi Yurong covered her mouth and laughed, with an indescribable meaning in her eyes.
Ye Feng suddenly pinched Xi Yurong's chin and stared into her eyes:
"What about you?"
Ever since entering the Human Emperor Secret Realm, he always felt that Xi Yurong was weird, and even her identity in the Xuanyuan family was definitely not as simple as the so-called Xuanyuan Mingyu's personal maid.
“I’m only 27!”
Xi Yurong held Ye Feng's head, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly:
"I'm even more naive than Miss Mingyu."
Ye Feng is now almost certain that the person in front of him is definitely not Xi Yurong. How dare Xi Yurong be so blatant!
"Who are you!"
"I am just who I am, a simple 27-year-old girl."
Xi Yurong smiled:
"I'm not teasing you anymore. I'm Xi Yurong. No matter how much you ask me, I'm still Xi Yurong. Just follow the plan I give you."
Xi Yurong pushed Ye Feng, who was looking surprised, away, then stepped into the void and disappeared in front of Ye Feng.
"There are people here who really need you..."
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