Peng Ying's Highlight Moment

The sudden appearance of this shadowy figure caused a commotion among the crowd.

Because the woman who made a move was also a peerless beauty. Compared to Mao Yun'er, she was not inferior at all. The allure and charm exuded through her coquettish posture made many people's souls leave their bodies.

More importantly, she was more vicious in her attack than Mao Yun'er!

Peng Ying's melon seed-shaped face quickly showed a bright red palm print.

In an instant, countless people looked at Yi Feng strangely.

They all wondered, what kind of person was Yi Feng that he could make these two women help him like this.

The woman who came later was none other than Yao Ling'er!

The burning pain on her face almost made Peng Ying lose her senses. She did not expect that she would be slapped again!

What confused her even more was that the reason she was hit was because of this man she had abandoned, this useless nobody, this insignificant ant...

With murderous intent in her eyes, Peng Ying stared at Yao Ling'er and shouted bitterly, "Who are you?"

"I'm also this gentleman's fan," Yao Ling'er said as she raised the corners of her mouth. She already had an excuse in mind and responded calmly.

Over the past few days in Pingjiang City, she had already figured out the details about this mysterious youth. Although he was a peerless expert, he never revealed his abilities.

It was obvious that he was one of those old monsters who returned to simplicity to experience life.

According to her investigation, this person who had experienced the mundane life to the extreme - eating, dressing, housing, traveling, three meals a day, human relationships and so on - did everything by himself, behaving no differently from an ordinary person.

So she understood that even if her own cultivation was seen through by him at a glance, she still had to pretend to be an ordinary person, so as not to break his original intention of experiencing ordinary life by getting close to him.

And saying she was a fan happened to be the best excuse for her.

"Another fan?"

Peng Ying revealed a vicious look on her face, her angry chest heaved violently.

It was just a broken book, how could it make a useless nobody she dumped attract women one after another?

What made her even more unacceptable was that these two women were not inferior to her at all, whether it was their background, looks or figure, they could overwhelm her.

Fortunately, these two women had no cultivation at all.

Since they had no cultivation, they were also useless nobodies in Peng Ying's eyes, just some good-looking vases.

"Good fans, since you two cheap women want to meddle in my business, then you will face destruction!" Peng Ying said coldly, a long sword appearing in her hand, revealing all her cultivation aura at once.

"What?"

"Cultivator?"

"She's actually a cultivator?"

Feeling Peng Ying's unrestrained aura, the onlookers were shocked and realized that the Peng Ying in front of them was actually a cultivator.

They couldn't help but look at Peng Ying with awe.

Although at this poetry meeting, one's status was not determined by strength, the fact was that cultivators could inspire awe anywhere.

"These three are in trouble now!"

"Yes, I guess those two women also regret slapping this female cultivator now."

"It's a pity for these two such beautiful women!"

Everyone discussed heatedly. Many looked at Yi Feng and Yao Ling'er with pity.

The awe of the crowd and their discussion made Peng Ying raise her chin slightly, her face full of arrogance.

She enjoyed this awe very much.

She also enjoyed the feeling of being feared by others.

Now, it was time for her to slowly humiliate the three, starting with these two cheap women.

Thinking of this, she suddenly cast her cold gaze at Mao Yun'er and pressed her aura towards her.

Mao Yun'er shuddered in fear. As a weak woman, she had never experienced the coercion of a cultivator before. Her face instantly turned pale, completely devoid of color.

"What's wrong? Weren't you quite vicious when hitting me earlier?" Peng Ying said coldly, "Why aren't you vicious now?"

Mao Yun'er's face was ghastly white, she didn't dare say a word.

"I'm telling you to kneel down now."

Peng Ying threatened again.

Mao Yun'er's face changed drastically, she hurriedly shook her head, unable to accept such humiliation.

"You don't want to kneel?"

Peng Ying's face turned cold, and the long sword in her hand instantly rushed towards Mao Yun'er.

"Ah!"

Hearing the sword coming, Mao Yun'er let out a tender cry and collapsed to the ground in fear before the sword even reached her.

Seeing this, Peng Ying revealed a look of disdain.

"An ant is an ant after all. My sword hasn't even fallen on you yet, how could you be like this already?"

Mao Yun'er's tender body trembled, still not daring to say a word, full of fear towards Peng Ying.

Mao Yun'er's pitiful look made Peng Ying enjoy unprecedented pleasure. This was the status a cultivator should have, not something an ant-like ordinary person could compare with.

Suddenly, she cast her cold gaze at Yao Ling'er again, and shifted her oppressive aura towards Yao Ling'er as well.

This woman's slap was heavier than Mao Yun'er's.

She must be humiliated severely.