Everyone was astonished, whether they were from Han Shilin, Tianxiang Empire, or people from Poetic Tiancheng, everyone had an expression of astonishment.
Before obtaining the identity of Lu Fei, perhaps everyone would have dared to shout and drink with them without restraint, but as soon as the identity of the young master of Poetic Heavenly City was revealed, at least half of the people's voices became mute.
But now, Leng Meiying actually dared to say such outrageous words when she learned the identity of the other party. This was simply equivalent to setting a fire on a cylinder of gas, and everyone was shocked.
Speechless.
"Hahahaha, okay, that's great. It's been a long time since I dared to speak to me like this. You are really a hero among women."
Lu Fei didn't seem angry at all, but looked at Leng Meiying and couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.
In the eyes of Lu Fei himself, this approach was naturally extremely generous, but in the eyes of people like Leng Meiying or Ye Lin who disliked him, they thought this guy was too cheap.
To be able to be so happy after being scolded is simply shameless to the extreme.
Yan Ruyu also stood up and flattered her at this time.
"Yes, yes, Leng Yatou can definitely match your wisdom and martial arts."
Lu Fei smiled insincerely and looked at Leng Meiying with extremely greedy eyes, as if he wanted to snatch him away with his eyes.
This kind of look is very common, at least Leng Meiying has seen it twice today, once with the idiotic prince Yu Zhixiang, and once with the young master of this poetic heavenly city.
Leng Meiying couldn't help but laugh coldly.
"When did I, Leng Meiying, become a commodity that everyone can miss? It seems that I cannot be merciful!"
With a slight sigh, Leng Meiying took a step forward.
The lotus-white figure was as ethereal and swift as a crane.
Leng Meiying is like a level that breaks the mechanism. When she moves, Han Shilin's battle sequence also starts moving at the same time.
Although most people have concerns and fears about the terrifying existence of Poetic Heavenly City, when it comes to the actual battle, no one is timid.
The silver-armored warriors on the corpses of the monsters saw Han Shilin and others rushing forward without hesitation under the leadership of Leng Meiying, and they were furious.
"How brave, how dare you attack the young master!" Dozens of silver-armored warriors roared in unison, and then rushed towards Leng Meiying and others like dumplings. The speed was much faster than that of Han Shilin who had gone down to court.
The upward momentum is even more rapid.
However, the battle in this world is not won by whoever rushes faster.
Just when these people were about to rush up and beat up Leng Meiying and others, the dozen or so people who were rushing the fastest suddenly felt as if their feet were caught by an iron claw.
The figure that soared into the air suddenly fell down from mid-air without any hesitation.
This scene is like a dozen giant hands suddenly growing out of the ground, grabbing these people from the ground, then turning their big arms left and right, and slamming them down.
The one who can pull off such a strange move is naturally the rabbit with a sinister smile on his face.
It's at this moment that the rabbit's insidiousness becomes fully apparent.
It's still the same old tune. The moment these silver-armored warriors fell to the ground, countless yellow giant hands once again appeared on the ground. These giant hands locked the waists of these silver-armored warriors and clasped their arms.
