Peng Xianer bit her red lips nervously, and when she was about to speak, a terrifying energy suddenly came from inside the door.
"call!"
When this terrifying force struck, Peng Xianer found that he had no power to resist. He let out a scream, smashed through the roof and flew backwards.
"Phew, it was such a close call, I almost got seen."
In the room, Benwei put away his fists, patted his chest, said with lingering fear, and then fled the room with the result of a gold coin.
"Bang!"
Hundreds of feet away.
Peng Xianer hit the ground hard and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
But what was more painful than the injuries on her body was that she was punched out before she even entered the room.
In other words, the plan she finally made failed before it was implemented.
And it is very possible that you have offended that person.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Peng Xian'er cursed with a sullen face, supported her injured body, and left with a face full of reluctance.
But after taking a few steps, she paused.
He looked sharply towards the street.
At this moment, Yi Feng was bargaining with a vendor on the street.
The hawker blushed and said, "You, you, you, you mean, if you buy a bag of fruits from me, I have to pay you a gold coin?"
"Well, let's do that. I don't want your gold coin anymore. Is that okay?" Yi Feng said generously.
"That's pretty much it."
The vendor scratched his head and nodded with satisfaction. But when Yi Feng walked away with the fruit, he suddenly realized what he was doing.
"We meet on a narrow road. I really didn't expect to meet you here."
Peng Xian'er squinted her eyes as she watched this scene, and heard a gloomy voice.
She has not forgotten that at the Chunxi Lake that day, she received two slaps from Mao Yuner and Yao Ling'er in vain because of Yi Feng. It was precisely because of the disfigurement caused by these two slaps that Yu Wujie kicked her
He almost lost his life in the lake.
Thinking of all this, Peng Xianer's heart was filled with resentment.
Originally, she wanted to kill Yi Feng with one sword, but after thinking about it, if she didn't torture such humiliation properly, how could she relieve the hatred in her heart.
Think of this.
She rushed out quickly.
He approached Yi Feng in an instant, and a restraint bag was thrown over Yi Feng.
Yi Feng's eyes darkened as he was walking, and he felt like he was being carried away.
There was a commotion in the street.
But when a group of mortals face this kind of thing, they are just afraid.
In a dark room, Yi Feng was tied to a pillar.
When the hood was lifted, only a weak light shone directly into Yi Feng's eyes.
"Damn it, am I being kidnapped?"
Yi Feng exclaimed in his heart. It took his eyes a long time to adjust before he saw a sneering figure standing in front of him.
"Humph, Yi Feng, you didn't expect that we would meet again." Peng Xian'er made a joking voice.
"Oh it's you?"
Yi Feng was slightly surprised when he recognized this former childhood sweetheart.
No wonder he, a mortal who doesn't have any grudges with others, would be kidnapped. It turned out to be Peng Ying.
After thinking for a while, he comforted softly: "Peng Ying, you are really impulsive this time. Although I rejected you last time and did not want to get back together with you, why do you need to hate because of love? Besides, it was you at that time
You have to leave by yourself!"
At this point, Yi Feng sighed, and then said seriously: "You also know that I am a principled person and will never turn back, so if you tie me up, I will not get back together with you.
of."
"Shut up."
Yi Feng's words directly touched Peng Xianer's nerves.
She really couldn't understand where Yi Feng had the nerve to think that she, the majestic saint of the Heavenly Sword Sect, wanted to get back together with a useless ant symbol like him?
Moreover, she clearly kidnapped him to torture him. Is it any wonder that he couldn't see the current situation clearly?
"Yi Feng, please have some self-awareness. Who am I, Peng Xian'er? I am a cultivator above ten thousand people. I would like to get back together with you, a mortal. Can you please have some shame?" Peng Xian'er looked at Yi Feng with a sullen face.
shouted.
"Oh, that's great."
Yi Feng breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved expression.
It can be seen that Peng Xianer became even more angry after seeing this scene.
What kind of look is this.
Relieved?
Why not be afraid?
Shouldn't he show fear and kneel down to beg for mercy? Can't he understand what he will face next?
OK OK.
If that's the case, then I'll show you how powerful I am.
Peng Xianer bit her red lips tightly, and Wu Zong's aura surged out.
With a head of long hair rising up, the entire momentum gathered together and collapsed towards Yi Feng.
Tremble.
mortal!
this moment.
Peng Ying had a thick sneer.
She has even seen Yi Feng crying bitterly under her aura, kneeling down to beg for mercy and repenting for ignoring her anger.
But however.
However, Yi Feng was sleepy and yawned a few times, but there was nothing wrong with that.
Peng Ying was stunned by this scene.
yawn?
Why?
Why could he, a mortal, ignore her pressure?
She is a martial artist.
How did he, a mortal, do it?
Peng Xian'er was puzzled and even suspected that there was something wrong with her cultivation. However, looking at Yi Feng's sleepy eyes and yawning, she was filled with rage.
This is simply a provocation to her majesty.
He simply didn’t take Peng Xianer’s power into consideration!
As soon as the long sword in his hand came out, it immediately fell on Yi Feng's neck, and he roared: "Shut your mouth."
Yi Feng was so scared that he shut his mouth.
But as soon as he closed it, he couldn't help but open it.
This time, Peng Ying was so angry that he slashed the pillar next to Yi Feng with his sword, and said with murderous intent on his face: "Are you really not afraid of death?"
Yi Feng shrank his head and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I've been so tired these past few days. I really, really can't help it... ah ah..."
As he said that, under Peng Ying's nose, another yawn occurred.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
A manic voice came from the mouth of the berserk Peng Xian'er, the sword in his hand shook, and explosions were heard throughout the room.
Then, the long sword fell on Yi Feng's neck again.
"You are very smart. I admire you with admiration. I deliberately provoke you and want to give you a good time."
"But I won't kill you. Instead, I will take you back to Tianjianmen and torture you!"