Chapter 67 Damn, what the hell are you?

However, facing Peng Ying's pressure, Yao Ling'er was not moved at all, 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 calmness suddenly made her feel unsure. Is there something wrong with her cultivation?

But no, she herself can strongly feel her "terrible" cultivation!

"Why should I be in trouble?"

Yao Ling'er smiled with the corners of her mouth raised.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" Peng Ying said a little panicked: "I am a cultivator, why are you, a mortal, not afraid of me? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"So what if you are a cultivator?" Yao Ling'er said disdainfully: "So, you come to kill me!"

Naked provocation.

This made Peng Ying's face full of gloom. Yao Ling'er's courage made her more and more unsure, but the more so, the stronger her hatred for Yao Ling'er.

Because this made her authority as a cultivator questioned!

"Go to hell!"

In anger, Peng Ying raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Yao Ling'er without any fancy moves.

This sudden scene made the onlookers' faces change drastically, and they had already mourned for Yao Ling'er in their hearts.

"Ding!"

However, what people didn't expect was that with a burst of trembling of the long sword, the long sword in Peng Ying's hand slipped out of his hand and then fell into the river.

"What?"

Everyone 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 may not know, but as the person involved, she knew it clearly. Yao Ling'er only flicked her sword with her finger, and the power transmitted made her unable to hold the sword, and it slipped out of her hand.

In fact, the power still made her arm numb.

"You...you you you..."

Looking at Yao Ling'er, Peng Ying's face turned pale, and she stepped back consciously.

"What do you mean by me?"

Yao Ling'er narrowed her eyes, and her feet moved closer to Peng Ying step by step, and said in a low voice: "You are just a little ninth-level warrior, where do you get the courage to be so rampant?"

As the voice fell, Yao Ling'er quietly exuded a sense of pressure, and enveloped Peng Ying.

Peng Ying retreated in panic, especially when she felt the pressure. Fear quickly spread in her heart. She lost all her arrogance, and was left with only deep fear.

She couldn't understand why Yao Ling'er, a cultivator, would respect Yi Feng, an ant, so much and even became his fan, calling

him "sir" all the time! "Do you think you, a ninth-level warrior, are worthy of being called a cultivator?" At this time, Yao Ling'er pressed her question mercilessly, and she meant every word.

"Do you deserve it?"

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

"I'm asking you a question."

Yao Ling'er pressed her question.

As the voice fell, a slap was slapped on Peng Ying's face.

"You... " "

What do you mean?"

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

"No..."

Peng Ying hesitated, his face full of unwillingness.

"No what?"

Yao Ling'er continued to ask, and slapped him again.

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

Such a scene also stunned everyone, including Yi Feng.

This woman, isn't it too hot?

Seeing Yao Ling'er about to slap her again, Peng Ying said unwillingly with tears in her eyes: "No, I don't deserve it..."

"Humph, then get out!"

Yao Ling'er sneered disdainfully and slapped her again.

"Ah!"

With a coquettish cry, 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 around and looked at Yi Feng, with a charming expression on her face.

"Greetings, sir."

She said softly, and bowed slightly to Yi Feng.

"Thank you for your help, young lady." Yi Feng replied softly.

"You are too polite, sir." Yao Ling'er said softly, "I am afraid you don't know who I am yet. I am..."

However, before she finished speaking, Yi Feng smiled and interrupted her, saying, "Don't bother. We have met before."

"Meet before?"

Yao Ling'er shuddered when she heard this. She

froze in place, unable to utter a word for a moment. Could it be that he already knew her identity?

Had he seen through her disguise last time?

Yao Ling'er could not help but break out in a cold sweat!

Thinking of this, she quickly explained, "Sir, I am really sorry. I was..."

"Don't say it. It's no big deal."

Yi Feng waved his hand and said with a smile. He had indeed met Yao Ling'er before. After all, he had seen Yao Ling'er's fake fall in front of him.

The reason why I didn't help her was because I didn't know her. After all, if a beautiful woman I didn't know suddenly behaved like this, there must be something fishy going on!

But now it seems that I blamed her wrongly. It turned out that she was my fan.

As a fan, it is not wrong for her to act like a little girl to attract his attention when worshipping her idol. So seeing her anxious and embarrassed look, Yi Feng interrupted her at the right time.

After all, women are more shy, so it is best to see through but not to say it.

But, my damn face and talent...

Hearing Yi Feng say this, Yao Ling'er subconsciously wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

In her heart, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It turned out that people already knew her identity.

What made her feel fortunate was that he didn't seem to care about her identity. It was really hard to guess the scheming of such a person!

But if you think about it carefully, you can find the reason. In his eyes, Xuanwu Sect is just a small sect, and he really doesn't care about it.

But, after seeing through your identity, don't see through your purpose!

Thinking of this, Yao Ling'er was a little shy and a little nervous.

"And Miss Yun'er, thank you too." Yi Feng helped Mao Yun'er up 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, I should thank you. By the way, to express my gratitude, I will treat you two to dinner tonight!" Yi Feng said softly.

Hearing this, the two girls' faces suddenly brightened and they quickly agreed.

This scene was simply enviable to others, and they received envious and jealous looks.

After this happened, Yi Feng lost interest in this poetry conference. He took a complicated look at Peng Ying who was still in the river, and then he and the two girls said goodbye and left.

After Yi Feng and the others left, a white-robed figure quickly came and landed in the crowd.

"Wow, another cultivator."

Seeing this, everyone dodged, and they did not expect that another cultivator would come.

The person who came was Yu Wujie who had just come down the mountain. He finally got out of the Qingshanmen prison and could not wait to meet Peng Ying here.

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

"Brother Wujie, I..."

At this time, Peng Ying, who had just come out of the river, had not had time to pack up, and ran into Yu Wujie head-on.

"What happened to you?"

Yu Wujie's face darkened and he asked hurriedly.

"I, I..."

Peng Ying's tears fell as he spoke.

"Also, why are you holding your face?" Yu Wujie asked again with frowns.

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

What? Who dares to be so bold? Ying'er, don't be afraid. I will help you get revenge. Let me see how your face is injured first?" Yu Wujie came to Peng Ying's side with a gentle voice and said worriedly. "But,

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

"How could it be, Ying'er, how could I dislike you, let me see." Yu Wujie said with concern.

"Okay!"

After hesitating for a long time, Peng Ying finally put down her palm and showed her swollen face.

Instantly.

Yu Wujie's eyes almost popped out.

"Damn, what the hell are you?"

While speaking, he landed a foot on Peng Ying, and Peng Ying flew backwards and fell heavily into the river, splashing a wave of water.

x33xs.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.