Feng Tianxiang's face was ashen. He had just mocked the opponent for not being able to fly in the air, but he was slapped in the face in the blink of an eye. The speed was too fast.
Several people snorted in unison, and then sped up, trying to get away from Ye Bufan.
It's a pity that they still underestimated the speed of flying spiritual weapons, and no matter how hard they tried, they still couldn't catch up with Jiutian.
Ye Bufan sat on the bow of the boat and looked at Song Yaoji jokingly: "Your Highness, you said you have such a noble status, how can you fly by yourself?
Look at how good women like me are, just sit here and rest and look at the scenery. Look at how hard you are flying, it is really sad to be a woman without a man to love you, even if you are the princess, it is useless!"
"You...get out of here!"
As a high-ranking princess, when had Song Yaoji been ridiculed like this before? These were the words she used to ridicule others, but now she didn't even have room to refute.
"Look, you said it well, but why are you still angry?"
Ye Bufan still had a joking look on his face, and then looked at Feng Tianxiang next to him.
"Young Master Feng, I am only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. I can't even fly in the air, but I am faster than you. Do you think I am irritating or not?
I have to go to Sirius City first, you should go faster, don’t let me down too much!"
After saying that, he burst into laughter, controlled the Nine Heavens to cut through the sky, and flew forward at an extremely fast speed.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the direction Jiutian was leaving, Feng Tianxiang waved his fist so hard that his lungs were about to explode.
"This abominable thing, I really don't know where he got the flying spiritual weapon from!"
Song Yaoji's heart was full of envy, jealousy and hatred. As the princess of the Anshun Palace, she knew very well how precious the flying spiritual weapon was!
She once wanted Song Jian to help her find a flying magic weapon. Even if it couldn't reach the level of a spiritual weapon, a superior magic weapon would be fine.
However, the Prince of Anshun searched for it for a long time without success. Firstly, there were very few weapon refiners who could refine flying magic weapons. Secondly, the material was too difficult to find.
Not to mention anything else, they couldn't find the material Void Sand alone. This thing was simply hard to find, and they could only give up on it.
What made her even more angry was that for the first time in her life, she saw a flying magic weapon, and it actually appeared in the hands of the person she hated the most.
Fang Huayu said with a gloomy expression: "Your Highness, there is no need to be angry with such a person. When he dies, this thing will still be yours."
Feng Tianxiang also said: "Yes, when we get to Tianlang City, there is a battlefield. It is normal for several people to die. After Ye Bufan dies, his flying spiritual weapon belongs to the princess."
Song Yaoji didn't speak, but there was a fierce and greedy look in her eyes.
While several people were talking, suddenly a dark shadow flashed, and Ye Bufan appeared next to them driving Jiutian again.
Song Yaoji asked in surprise: "Why are you back again?"
"Of course I want to come back. Let's go together. Otherwise, if I get to Tianlang City first, no matter how many I kill, it won't count.
Anyway, the rules are set by your father, and he can change them however he wants!"
"you……"
Song Yaoji was blushing at the rebuke, but she couldn't say anything. After all, what Song Jian did in this arena match was really disgraceful.
She snorted and said no more, turned her head and flew forward as fast as possible.
Fang Huayu and Feng Tianxiang naturally couldn't say anything else. Although there were more than a dozen people present, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
"Why aren't you talking? The long road is so boring, so let me sing a song for you."
Ye Bufan said, stuffing a few spirit stones into Jiutian's formation so that he did not have to control it himself. Although the speed was a little slower, it was more than enough to keep up with Song Yaoji and the others.
"Brother, do you want to sing?"
Although it was comfortable for Hu Yaoyao and the others to sit on Jiutian, they were a little bored. When they heard that he was about to sing, they immediately became excited.
"Of course, you see Her Royal Highness flying so hard, naturally I want to sing a song for her."
Ye Bufan showed a joking expression, and then sang at the top of his voice.
"My dear, fly slowly and be careful of the roses with thorns in front of you..."
My dear, open your mouth and if you are thirsty, I will give you a drink of water..."
Ye Bufan sang happily, reached out and took out a can of beer and drank it all in one breath.
When Song Yaoji and others heard his singing, their lungs almost exploded with anger. Although they didn't know what the song was called, they always knew that it was mocking themselves.
Hu Yaoyao asked: "Brother, what is dear?"
"Well……"
Ye Bufan was so happy that he forgot about the title.
He thought for a while and said: "This is the dialect over there, my dear, it's the people with brain problems."
Hu Yaoyao immediately laughed: "Brother is right, these people are all dear, and they are very dear."
Ye Bufan suddenly had a black line on his head, but there was nothing he could do, it was really hard to explain this kind of thing.
Song Yaoji was so angry that she immediately roared: "Shut up, all of you!"
"Well, since Her Majesty the Princess doesn't like to talk, let's just shut up."
Ye Bufan said, and once again took out a pile of food like a magic trick. In the middle was a spicy hotpot.
When it comes to delicious food, Mala Xiangguo is not the most delicious, but it definitely tastes the most fragrant.
The storage ring has no concept of time. It is steaming when you put it in, and it looks like this when you take it out, and the fragrance immediately overflows.
Ye Bufan controlled Jiutian, letting it surpass Song Yaoji and others a little bit, so that the fragrance could be smelled by them.
"Come on, it's still a while before we get to Sirius City anyway. It's time for everyone to eat, drink, and be happy..."
After he finished speaking, he led everyone to sit directly on the bow of Jiutian's boat to start the party. Everyone ate, drank, talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely lively.
Song Yaoji and the others were a little bit tired. They could only smell the aroma of the spicy hot pot and various delicacies, and watched helplessly as everyone's mouths became oily while they could only keep swallowing their saliva.
They are just cultivators, not gods. They have not yet reached the point where they don't need to eat. Naturally, this taste is extremely uncomfortable.
Moreover, the delicacies that Ye Bufan brought out were not available in the Kunlun Immortal Realm. Even though Song Yaoji was the princess of Anshun Palace, she had never tasted them.
Although she tried her best to restrain herself, her taste buds secreted saliva uncontrollably and her throat kept moving.
In desperation, I can only increase the speed. If I want to be in the limelight, I will feel much better if I can't smell the smell.
But Jiutian was always suppressed under Ye Bufan's control, and the fragrance was not too much or too little, just enough to jump into their nostrils.
In desperation, Song Yaoji could only slow down and let Ye Bufan go first.
But as soon as she slowed down, Jiutian's speed immediately dropped, always maintaining this appropriate distance.
Song Yaoji was so angry that she shouted angrily: "My surname is Ye, did you do this on purpose?"
Ye Bufan chewed on the pickled pig's trotters and said with a chuckle: "Whatever Her Highness the Princess said, I didn't do it on purpose. I did it on purpose!"
"You...I chopped off your broken ship!"
Song Yaoji finally became angry with shame, stretched out her hand and drew out the sword from behind, and slashed towards Jiutian with a ray of sword light.
