Shen Fengshu himself was also confused. The two masters and servants who came were obviously supposed to help him, so why now, they were trying to slap him in the face?
If Shen Fengshu is really in the wrong, forget it, the problem is obviously not that!
Why?
Spreading rumors, causing disputes, showing off one's literary talent? What a big crime!
After Shen Fengshu finished speaking, most of the people present were stunned.
How could he talk like this? How dare he?
They didn't know who the female cultivator in white was, but she was obviously the maid of the peerless master who scared away four golden elixir ancestors and left one of them with an arm, and she definitely came from a major sect in Shangjiuzhou.
There were so many foundation-building cultivators on the scene who were slapping themselves. How could a mortal in Shen Feng's book district, who had just started to practice with very poor qualifications, dare to speak like this?
If you don't want to die, just follow the orders of the Immortal. What's the point of pretending to be stupid? Do you want to imitate that golden elixir master who broke off his arm? If An Zhengling was here, he would definitely have thought that Shen Fengshu was safe and sound even when others got slapped. Those people will definitely be unbalanced. If you take a few hits, everyone will feel balanced. Maybe they won't trouble Shen Fengshu afterwards. After all, the real owner is
An Zhengling.
But Shen Fengshu doesn't accept this lesson of each having a fifty-fifty advantage. He doesn't accept the loss, so why?
"Don't be so shameless!" The female cultivator in white didn't expect that someone would dare to pretend to be confused about what she said, and she became furious: "I'm talking about you!"
"I have little talent and knowledge, and I would like to ask you, what is gossiping?" Shen Fengshu refused to admit this crime, and directly asked: "Have you ever said a few words to stir up trouble? I don't know what other disputes I have caused?" "Hundreds of people?" People died because of you, what else do you have to say?" An invisible pressure fell directly on Shen Fengshu. The female cultivator in white looked at Shen Fengshu coldly, her eyes almost shining with light. : "If you weren't showing off your literary talent, how could you
Will this happen?"
"Think again." Shen Fengshu encouraged with a smile: "Find another excuse that can be said in the past. A poor excuse will only show that you are uneducated and will damage your son's reputation. Be good! Think of another one. ."
That kind of coaxing tone made him completely ignore the female cultivator in white.
"Kneel down!" The female cultivator's anger had exceeded a certain level. She shouted at Shen Fengshu, and even more powerful pressure was exerted mercilessly. "The sky is big and the earth is big, and the truth is the greatest." Shen Fengshu But he didn't care about the pressure of divine consciousness. Although this pressure of divine consciousness was irresistible to mortals, it had no effect on Shen Fengshu. He still jumped around and said easily: "
I won’t tell you those big principles, and I guess you can’t tell me anything. As long as you can do a small thing, then I will kowtow and plead guilty.”
"What's the matter?" the female cultivator in white asked suppressing her anger, and she was secretly surprised that her spiritual pressure was ineffective against a mortal? Or does Shen Fengshu have some magic weapon on his body?
"It's a very simple matter." Shen Fengshu said with a smile: "Sister, ask your young master to make a big oath. As long as he sincerely thinks that I am wrong in this matter, I will admit it. Simple. Right? Come on, swear!"
"Bold!" I never expected that this guy would dare to be so disrespectful to the young master. The female cultivator in white was already furious. She shouted angrily and attacked with a flying sword without saying a word.
Ding! Feijian was stabbed by a sword in his hand and flew to the side. It was Ding Jian who took action.
Next to them, little monk Yichen and Xiaoman had already taken out their own weapons and were about to take action.
"Don't you want to know what I wrote again?" How could Shen Fengshu let his friend confront such an opponent head-on? He just said it lightly, and even lowered his voice deliberately.
"Stop!" The young master who had never shown up directly ordered the female cultivator in white to stop attacking. Apparently he had heard what Shen Fengshu said.
Shen Fengshu's poem "Youth" is so famous that it awakened a holy great demon and stirred up turmoil in all the nine continents. This time there was another poem with so much literary power that the vision lasted for a full ten minutes, in which There is also a vague appearance of a dragon. I am afraid this is not another article and poem that can attract the world. Who wouldn't be curious? What if there is another holy demon or peerless devil?
, wouldn’t that mean the world would be in chaos again?
No matter how unhappy the young master was, he had to ask the maid to stop and find out what Shen Fengshu actually wrote.
The female cultivator in white did not disobey at all, sheathed her sword and stepped back.
"Junior is rude!" Following the young master's low shout, a terrifying pressure dozens of times stronger than before suddenly descended, like an invisible giant hand, trying to crush Shen Fengshu to the ground.
Even those guys lying on the ground with their hands and feet pierced ten steps away from Shen Fengshu felt the residual power of the terrifying pressure escaping at this moment. Their heads were stuck on the ground and they did not dare to raise their heads.
Ding Jian Yichen and Xiao Man beside Shen Fengshu were also affected, and they all looked like they were struggling to resist. In less than three breaths, they were already sweating profusely.
The female cultivator in white stood there quietly, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, looking at Shen Fengshu coldly. She seemed to have seen Shen Fengshu's image wiped out under the pressure of her young master, and he knelt on the ground. The look of begging for mercy.
However, Shen Fengshu stood over there, his smile not even changing. It was as if the powerful spiritual power of the unseen young master had landed in the wrong place.
"Is no one talking?" Shen Fengshu looked around for a few times as if nothing happened, and said to himself: "If no one talks, I will leave!" The terrifying coercion disappeared instantly with Shen Fengshu's words, and the woman in white Xiu's eyes widened. She had never seen a monk below the Golden Core level who could calmly withstand the pressure of his young master. Which one didn't tremble all over when faced with it?
Shaking and kneeling on the ground?
But the guy in front of me, who looks like a mortal, actually accepted the young master's pressure without caring, as if he was nothing? How is that possible?
The scene was a little embarrassing. Everyone present was a cultivator, so they could naturally see what the situation just meant. The young master wanted to give Shen Fengshu a light punishment, but Shen Fengshu didn't know why, but he didn't do anything. No one dared to laugh or make a sound. The monks were even a little frightened. If he saw this scene, would he be silenced if he turned around? The pressure of divine consciousness did not scare Shen Fengshu, but Scared all the bystanders out of their wits,
I wish I had never been here. If I had known there would be such a terrifying power, I wouldn't have waited for Shen Fengshu here if I killed them! Looking back now, Shen Fengshu was right. What did he do to make him suffer? Do you want to deal with him so much? It’s because you know An Zhengling.
In fact, it is still their own greed!
The young master may also feel a little shameless. His maid has already used divine pressure just now, which is of no use to Shen Fengshu. He himself still doesn't believe in evil and does it again, but it's a bit too much. Now it's a bit too much. Can't get off the stage. "What I care about is that no one is allowed to disobey the decrees of the major sects in Shangjiuzhou." In the deathly silence, the young master's voice finally sounded again: "As long as you are not because of that poem That's enough if you die by writing. As for how you
I don't care how you die."
"Hey, that's right!" Shen Fengshu echoed with satisfaction: "You are such a powerful expert, there is no need to be secretive, you should act openly and openly, if you don't like it, you don't like it, why bother? Are you looking for those lame excuses?" Even though the people around them wanted to become stupid at this moment, unable to see or hear, they couldn't do it. The sound of the two people talking still penetrated their ears clearly. The only thing they had at this moment was The thought is why I don’t lose it at this time
To become aware?
Of course, smart people are indispensable. Several guys with bloody holes in their hands and feet groaned and passed out. They were already injured and lost too much blood. Is it normal for them to pass out?
The female cultivator in white was no longer angry. She looked at Shen Fengshu as if she were looking at a dead person. Who would argue with a dead person? "You're right!" The young master still didn't show up and took Shen Fengshu with a smile. The book begins with: "I am indeed a bit rigid, I shouldn't be. Ying'er, apologize to Mr. Shen, and thank him by the way, for letting me discover the flaw in my mind.
Hole."
"I'm sorry, Master Shen!" My own master said, and the female Xiu Ying'er in white bowed to Shen Fengshu and apologized without hesitation, and then thanked: "Thank you, Master Shen!"
Whether she's apologizing or saying thank you, Ying'er's eyebrows are filled with unabashed teasing. The young master has already said so, this damn guy is dead!
"You're welcome!" Shen Fengshu responded to Ying'er with a smile: "If you know you've made a mistake, correct it. There's no such thing as a good thing! Just correct it! Just correct it!"
That arrogant tone made Ying'er, who had finally calmed down, grit her teeth again.
"Then what did you write this time?" The young master turned a blind eye to his maid's performance and asked Shen Fengshu in a calm tone.
"Suddenly I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore." Shen Fengshu looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes.
"In that case, then take it underground!" The young master was not angry at this, but said with a smile: "If someone kills you now, I can guarantee that it has nothing to do with poetry."
"You have all heard what my young master said." Baiyi Ying'er instantly understood her young master's thoughts and said directly with a smile: "Kill Shen Fengshu, and you can leave." She felt like there was already a foot around her. The monks who had stepped into the gate of hell suddenly brightened up at this moment. There was such a guy who was seeking death, and he provoked such a master at will, and in turn, he got a glimmer of life for them. It was simply...
O Bodhisattva who saves the suffering!
Almost instantly, at least hundreds of magical flying swords were aimed at Shen Fengshu, and then no one knew who took the lead. These magical flying swords hit Shen Fengshu head and face.
Without thinking, Ding Jian Yichen and Xiao Man flew around Shen Fengshu and showed off their weapons.
Ding, clang, clang! There was a series of explosions, and all the attacking flying swords and magic weapons were blocked by a sudden appearance of an ink-colored city. The city appeared so strangely that no one knew how it appeared. "Don't worry!" Shen Feng Shu was not surprised by this. He shook the bead string on his wrist and explained to several friends with a smile: "The pen formation diagram also needs a master of sufficient weight to open it!"
