Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"There is nothing to say between us."

Yi Feng didn't want to say a word to her, so he walked past her directly.

"stop."

"You made me suffer so much humiliation that day, do you want to leave so easily?" Peng Ying said coldly.

"What do you want?"

Yi Feng frowned.

"I don't want to do anything." Peng Ying sneered and said: "I just want to tell you, you are always just a trash living at the bottom, and I, a disciple of Qingshanmen, a cultivator, you will always be worthy of Not on me."

The conversation between Yi Feng and Peng Ying immediately attracted the attention of many people.

No matter who it is, gossip is inseparable.

"An ant like you is only worthy of guarding your broken martial arts hall all your life, living at the bottom, and not even a woman will look at it."

Peng Ying laughed heartily.

All of this is the insult she received at the Baofeng Chamber of Commerce that day in return.

"Snapped!"

However, as soon as her voice fell, a slap landed on her face.

It was Mao Yuner who hit her.

Hearing that Peng Ying humiliated the person she admired so much, she couldn't help it and stood up.

"Frog at the bottom of the well, Mr.'s literary talent is something you can question. Even if you are a cultivator, so what?" Mao Yuner responded mercilessly.

"Who are you?"

Being slapped, Peng Ying was hysterical, staring at Mao Yuner with hatred.

"Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, Mao Yun'er."

Mao Yuner said bluntly.

"what?"

"It's actually Mao Yun'er?"

"I heard that she is not only outstanding in literary talent, but also the jewel in the palm of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce!"

"Sure enough, it's better to see it than to be famous. It really is everyone's appearance, but why did she come forward to greet this young man?"

For a while, the young talents who were watching on the side showed a surprised voice, and cast their eyes one after another on Mao Yuner's body.

Obviously, Mao Yuner, as the jewel of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, has long been famous.

"Mao Yun'er of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce?"

Peng Ying made a gloomy voice while holding her face.

She couldn't figure out why Mao Yuner would stand up for Yi Feng and in front of her abandoned man.

So, she shouted unwillingly: "What if you are a member of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, what is your relationship with him, and what is your relationship with him?"

"I have nothing to do with him, I'm just a fan of Mr. Supreme Treasure." Mao Yuner said unwillingly, and turned around and said to Yi Feng, "Sir, no one dares to speak ill of you with me here."

"Thank you."

Yi Feng nodded at him, his face a little complicated.

He didn't like the feeling of being watched by others. If he had known it earlier, he would not have come.

"fan?"

Mao Yuner's words aroused bad memories of Peng Ying.

fans again.

That day, Luo Lanxue expelled him from the sect, wasn't it because of the Supreme Treasure?

Luo Lanxue is fine, so is Mao Yuner. Is a book written by a low-level ant so attractive?

With a broken book, why does it have such a great influence?

Peng Ying couldn't figure it out.

Even the best books are written by mortals, and there is a huge gap between them and practitioners.

"I don't care who you are, it's about me and him, I warn you, get out of the way right away." Under the absolute hatred, Peng Ying coldly made a threatening voice towards Mao Yuner.

At the same time, she pulled out her long sword, revealing the aura of a nine-level warrior on her body.

What about the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, although she is now expelled from Qingshanmen, but because of Yu Wujie's relationship, she can go back immediately, with the support of Qingshanmen behind her, mortal chambers of commerce are just ants.

Therefore, Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, she is not afraid.

Therefore, she did not hesitate to use the aura of cultivation to force Mao Yuner over.

In an instant, Mao Yun'er's face turned pale.

Although she is the jewel in the palm of the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce, she is only a mortal person, and she can't bear the slightest coercion in front of the practitioners.

The other literary youths who were onlookers also retreated again and again due to the suppression by this momentum.

They are ordinary people after all.

"Snapped!"

However, at this moment, another slap slapped Peng Ying's face, and then, a woman with the ultimate figure appeared in front of Peng Ying.