In Feng Feifei's eyes, anyone who is not from ancient Fengcheng is a country bumpkin. Moreover, he thought that the young man in Tsing Yi he was interested in would be flattered. Meng Bufan couldn't help but laugh. Whether in the mortal world or in the heavenly palace, he had never met anyone who dared to talk to him like this. This Feng Feifei really doesn¡¯t know how high the sky is and how high it is. "Are you sure you are talking to me?" Meng Bufan said coldly. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, when trouble came to him, he didn't want to back down. "Eh? How dare you talk to this prince like this?" Feng Feifei became angry because he didn't expect Meng Bufan to dare to ridicule him. "Come on, teach this kid a lesson." Feng Feifei jumped up and said to the people behind him. Meng Bufan curled his lips. Those people behind Feng Feifei were only Martial Emperors. Even if they came together, Meng Bufan was not allowed to make a move. He only needed to use coercion to immobilize them immediately. Hearing Feng Feifei¡¯s order, the warriors behind him geared up and surrounded Meng Bufan. Several of them even took out weapons. Meng Bufan looked at these poor people with a sneer. These people are helping others do evil, and they are not good people either. Meng Bufan stamped his feet, and an extremely powerful pressure rushed towards the people around him. "Suddenly, those red-clothed warriors were unable to move one by one. They felt as if a mountain was weighing down on themselves. The huge force weighed them down and they could not breathe, let alone move their bodies. His coercion is only aimed at these Feng Feifei's minions around him. It didn't affect anyone else, not even Feng Feifei herself noticed it. Seeing that the people under him were like sculptures, standing motionless, Feng Feifei was even more angry. He kicked one of them down: "Trash, what's so scary about this country bumpkin? Are you so scared that you don't even dare to move?" ?¡± He kicked the follower down and rushed towards Meng Bufan. In his rage, he lost his mind and didn't notice anything unusual at all. Feng Feifei is already in the middle stage of the Martial God stage and has good strength. Before he could reach Meng Bufan, his legs had already been kicked out. Feng Feifei is most proud of his kicking skills. His kicking skills are like lightning. He is confident that it will be difficult for Meng Bufan to escape his kick. In anger, he used all his strength. Anyway, Meng Bufan could tell at a glance that he was a foreigner. Even if he was kicked to death, no one would come to his door. Even if someone comes to her door, Feng Feifei is not afraid. The only thing Feng Feifei didn't consider was that Meng Bufan was far more powerful than him. His calf quickly kicked Meng Bufan's head in a sweeping manner. The wind whistling in the legs was frightening. Meng Bufan smiled slightly and ignored Feng Feifei's offensive. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed Feng Feifei's skirt. With a little force, he lifted Feng Feifei in the air with his left hand. "Call you crazy, call you crazy." Meng Bufan's right hand struck Feng Feifei's face left and right. The sound of popping popping is endless. Feng Feifei danced and tried to resist. But in the face of the absolute gap, everything he did was in vain. Within a moment, Feng Feifei¡¯s face had turned into a pig¡¯s head, and his cheeks instantly swelled up. Dealing with such a person, Meng Bufan had no mercy at all. If it were not in full view of the public, Meng Bufan might have killed him. But now that he has just arrived in Gufeng City, he is not very clear about the various forces in it, so he is not reckless. The people around were all stunned, looking at this strange scene. As a mid-stage Martial God, Feng Feifei was like a little chicken, being lifted up in the air and unable to fight back. And his followers were like sculptures, standing motionless. The shock in the hearts of Feng Feifei's followers cannot be expressed in words. The young man in green in front of them made them unable to move at all just by using coercion. Seeing Feng Feifei being beaten into a pig's head, a trace of joy even flashed in their hearts. If they really angered Meng Bufan, they believed that they would be dead now. The most horrifying thing was Feng Feifei. He was a prince, but he was held up in the air like this and slapped in the face repeatedly. What's even more embarrassing is that he can't resist at all. "Hitting someone is not a slap in the face. He was beaten into a pig's head in broad daylight today. From now on, he will not have the face to take the streets." Meng Bufan slapped Feng Feifei hard again, knocking out several of his teeth, and then threw Feng Feifei to the ground like a dog in water. "Don't be so arrogant in the future." Meng Bufan left a word and turned around. Those around you?, quickly make way for Meng Bufan. They felt a kind of awe for Meng Bufan from the bottom of their hearts. They couldn't afford to offend someone who even dared to hit the Phoenix clan prince. As Meng Bufan left, Feng Feifei¡¯s followers were relieved and slumped down one by one. Feng Feifei's mouth was bleeding, and she yelled crazily: "Give it to me." Because of the leaking teeth, he couldn't even speak clearly at the moment. No one among his followers dared to chase him. But they didn't dare to disobey Feng Feifei's order, so in the end they simply pretended to be unconscious. Looking at the entourage lying on the ground, Feng Feifei roared like thunder, but was helpless. He looked at Meng Bufan's retreating back, and said something hateful in his mouth: "Huh, as long as you stay in Fengcheng, I will run into you one day, and I will definitely take revenge." Meng Bufan no longer paid attention to it. With his roar, he continued his search for the inn. When it was time to stay, he discovered that he did not have the common currency of ancient Fengcheng with him. The common currency of ancient Fengcheng was fire crystal, which is a red crystal stone. Like spiritual stones, it is a material that assists cultivation. However, fire crystals are only suitable for warriors with fire attributes. Because all the warriors in ancient Fengcheng had fire attributes, even the best spiritual stones were not accepted by other inns. They only wanted fire crystals. "Can I give you something like this to replace the fire crystal?" A bottle of spiritual liquid suddenly appeared in Meng Bufan's hand. The purity of the spiritual liquid is better than the best spiritual stones. Although it is not specifically designed for fire-attribute warriors, it is at least not much worse than the fire crystal. The guy took the spiritual liquid in his hand and studied it for a long time. They had never had such a thing in ancient Fengcheng, so it was not easy for him to evaluate the value of the spiritual liquid. However, he could feel the spiritual energy billowing in the spiritual fluid, which seemed to be no less powerful than the fire crystal. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "I have never seen anything like this. If you take out two bottles, I will make the decision without authorization and let you stay." There seemed to be some reluctance in his words. Meng Bufan was happy, what he needed most was spiritual liquid. So, Meng Bufan once again took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and handed it to the clerk. After changing into Xiaohu¡¯s red clothes in the inn, Meng Bufan went out again. Suddenly, Meng Bufan saw a crowded square in front of him, tens of thousands of people gathered. In the center of the square, there is a huge arena, and there are still people fighting on the arena. He was curious, so he strolled over.