"Today we are discussing Taoism, Dharma and Magical Powers. This young master is also very good, so why not invite him up?"
Deep in the clouds, a cold voice sounded.
She paused slightly and continued: "Furthermore, I am very curious about the abilities of a person who can make the Seventh Prince full of praise."
"Since Princess Anran has spoken, I will give Princess Anran some face."
Mu Feng took a step back, cleared a path, and said coldly: "Shen Chenfeng, just come up."
Shen Chenfeng remained calm, looked at the mighty young man, and said, "I will go up if you ask me to. Wouldn't that be very shameless?"
In an instant, the air suddenly became quiet.
Everyone stood up, their faces full of surprise.
Mu Feng is the son of the Marquis of Beiping.
He is moody, domineering, arrogant and arrogant.
Anything he likes will be snatched directly.
Anyone he dislikes will be killed directly.
There are countless cultivators in Pingyang City who hate Mu Feng to the core.
However, Mu Feng was very powerful and had a noble status. Ordinary cultivators had no way to deal with him.
This situation made Mu Feng even more unscrupulous.
Except for the Seventh Prince and others, no one takes him seriously.
However.
Just today.
A cultivator in the realm of eternity dared to refuse his request in person.
This situation was tantamount to a slap in the face, hitting Mu Feng's face hard, making him feel his face burning.
Mufeng became angry instantly.
"Shen Chenfeng, what do you want to do?"
Although Mu Feng was furious, he managed not to get angry in front of the Seventh Prince and Princess Anran.
But his voice was full of anger.
Shen Chenfeng turned a blind eye, his expression was cold and his voice was calm, he said: "I want you, please come up."
boom!
Almost at the same time as the voice fell, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
The whole world was shaken by it.
"Shen Chenfeng, I think you are impatient with life, right?"
Mu Feng's eyes ignited with surging flames, and he shouted sternly: "I am able to let you come up, all because of Princess Anran's face. Otherwise, why do you think you can come to the clouds based on your strength and identity?"
"Really?"
Shen Chenfeng smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to give the princess face."
hiss--
The crowd gasped and looked at Shen Chenfeng in shock.
If you say what Shen Chenfeng did just now, it was equivalent to a slap in the face.
So what he is doing now is simply equivalent to pressing Mu Feng to the ground and rubbing him hard.
"Shen! Shen! Wind!"
Mu Feng's eyes were red, and he stepped forward suddenly, his momentum was like a huge wave, and he rushed over fiercely.
However, a hand suddenly stood in front of him.
"That's enough."
Ye Guchen's eyes flashed and he said: "Mu Feng, Shen Chenfeng is my distinguished guest, you must not be rude."
"As commanded."
Mu Feng took three deep breaths before suppressing the murderous intention surging in his heart.
He glared at Shen Chenfeng bitterly, then took a step back and returned to the same place again.
But Ye Guchen spoke again, with a hint of majesty in his voice, and said: "Mr. Mu, I said Shen Chenfeng is my distinguished guest."
"kindness?"
Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he said: "Seventh Prince, what do you mean?"
Although Ye Guchen was laughing, his voice was filled with an unquestionable tone, and he said: "Since Shen Chenfeng has said that you should go down to invite him, I'll trouble you to go there."
"this……"
"Seventh Prince?"
The crowd was instantly surprised, even a little horrified.
They didn't understand what Ye Guchen wanted to do.
"What did you say?"
Mu Feng jumped up. He glared angrily and said with murderous intent, "Seventh Prince, you actually asked me to go down and invite a waste from the Eternal Realm to come up?"
"Shut up."
"Shen Chenfeng once defeated my exquisite chess game. Based on this alone, I don't know how many times he can beat you."
Ye Guchen's eyes turned cold and he said, "Mu Feng, how dare you act so presumptuously in front of me?"
"Don't dare."
Facing the cold gaze, Mu Feng shivered instantly.
No matter how arrogant he is, he still knows who he can and cannot provoke.
This seventh prince is a person who must not be messed with.
"In that case, then go and ask Mr. Shen to come up."
Ye Guchen smiled again and said: "Remember, you must not neglect."
"As commanded."
Mu Feng slowly turned around, and he felt the amused gazes of the crowd behind him, as if countless sharp swords were piercing his body.
The whispering sounds were like countless divine thunders blasting into his soul.
He is the son of the Marquis of Beiping.
It has never been so embarrassing.
However, under Ye Guchen's pressure, Mu Feng could only endure the humiliation, walked up to Shen Chenfeng, gritted his teeth, and said in a voice full of hatred: "Shen Chenfeng, I, please go up to the clouds and sit for a while."
"Not going."
Shen Chenfeng had his hands behind his back and his face was expressionless.
"What?"
Mu Feng's eyes widened in an instant, and the anger he had just suppressed rose up again, and he roared: "Shen Chenfeng, how dare you reject me?"
"Why can't I say no to you?"
Shen Chenfeng looked cold and said indifferently.
"Shen Chenfeng, you just told Mu Feng to go down and invite you."
Ye Guchen stood up and said, "But now that Mu Feng invites you, why are you going back on your word?"
"Please me?"
Shen Chenfeng had a ridiculous expression on his face, pointed at the murderous Mu Feng beside him, and said: "Seventh Prince, have you ever seen someone inviting me like this? Look at his fierce look, ask him if he is inviting me. Still want to kill me."
Poof!
One woman couldn't help but laugh.
The other cultivators were also holding in their faces until their faces turned red, showing expressions of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.
"Mufeng, what did you say?"
Ye Guchen's face darkened and he looked at Mu Feng.
"Shen Chenfeng, I'm sorry, it was my fault just now."
Mu Feng was worthy of being the son of a prince. Although he was furious in his heart, he quickly adjusted himself.
He even bowed his hands and his attitude became respectful.
However, no one could see the cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and he said: "I beg Mr. Shen, if you can give me some thin noodles, let's go up to the clouds and sit together."
"That's fine."
Shen Chenfeng finally nodded, but changed the topic and said: "But I have been exhausted physically and mentally all the way here, and I can't even fly steadily. Your clouds are so high, I can't fly up. It's not as good as this young master, How about carrying me up there?"
"What did you say?"
Mu Feng's face was extremely gloomy, and there was a faint gathering of endless storms in his eyes.
He was not a wealthy man to begin with, but now he was being teased by Shen Chenfeng one after another, and he already had a murderous intention in his heart.
The son of a dignified prince is going to carry an eternal fifth-level cultivator.
This kind of behavior is simply worse than killing him.
