Everyone was stunned, whether it was Han Shilin, the Tianxiang Empire, or the people of the Poetic Heavenly City, each of them had a stunned expression.

Before they got Lu Fei's identity, maybe everyone dared to roar with them unscrupulously, but as soon as the identity of the young master of the Poetic Heavenly City came out, at least half of the people's voices were dumb.

But now, Leng Meiying actually dared to say such anti-heaven level words when he learned the identity of the other party, which was equivalent to putting a fire on a cylinder of gas oil, which shocked everyone speechlessly.

"Hahahaha, good, it's really good, it's been a long time since I dared to talk to me like this, what a heroine among women."

Lu Fei didn't seem to be angry at all, but looked at Leng Meiying and clapped his hands in admiration.

This approach is naturally very generous in Lu Fei's own eyes, but in the eyes of Leng Meiying or Night Scales, who don't like him, they think this product is too cheap.

was scolded and was still so happy, it was simply not enough to face to the extreme.

Yan Ruyu also stood up at this time and patted her ass.

"Yes, yes, Leng girl can definitely match your wisdom and martial arts."

Lu Fei smiled very indifferently, and looked at Leng Meiying with extremely greedy eyes, as if he wanted to snatch him with his eyes.

This kind of look is very common, at least today Leng Meiying has seen it more than twice, once it is the idiot-like prince of Jade Weaving Xiang, and once, it is the young master of this poetic heavenly city.

Leng Meiying couldn't help but laugh coldly.

"I'm sleeping, when did it become a commodity that everyone can remember? It seems that it cannot be merciful! ”

Sighing softly, Leng Meiying stepped out.

The lotus white figure was as ethereal and swift as a crane.

Leng Meiying was like a level where the mechanism was broken, and as soon as she moved, Han Shilin's battle sequence also moved at the same time.

Although most of the people have concerns and fears about the terrifying existence of the Poetic Heavenly City, when it comes to the real battle, there is no one who is intimidated.

The silver-armored warriors on the corpses of those demonic beasts saw that the people of Han Shilin rushed up without hesitation under the leadership of Leng Meiying, and they were furious.

"Bold, dare to attack the young master!" Dozens of silver-armored warriors roared in unison, and then rushed towards Leng Meiying and the others like dumplings, and the speed was even faster than Han Shilin's rushing from the bottom to the top.

However, the battle in this world is not won by whoever rushes fast.

Just when these people wanted to rush up and beat Leng Meiying and the others over, the more than ten people who rushed the fastest suddenly felt as if they were grabbed by an iron claw under their feet.

The figure that rose into the air fell from mid-air without any pause.

This picture is like more than ten giant hands suddenly growing from the ground, grabbing these people from the ground, and then turning left and right with big arms, and throwing them down fiercely.

The one who can come up with this kind of trick is naturally a rabbit with a sinister face.

The insidiousness of the rabbit is on full display at this time.

It was still the same old tune, the moment these silver-armored warriors fell to the ground, countless local yellow giant hands once again appeared on the ground, and these giant hands locked the waists of these silver-armored warriors, buckled his arms, and even directly slammed their heads into the ground.