Chapter 2247: Do you think I am a soft persimmon?

"Yes!" Many people nodded in agreement. They were completely shocked by Chen Feng's poem and poem, and were completely overwhelmed. In their hearts, there was only worship and respect for Chen Feng, and no other thoughts. .
But some people showed fear on their faces, and they were full of worries. These were all people who had ridiculed Chen Feng just now.
They are afraid that Chen Feng's strength will advance so much that he will retaliate against them when his status improves!
Everyone's eyes focused on Chen Feng, waiting for his answer.
Chen Feng smiled slightly. He didn't have any hesitation. He just said softly: "Thank you for your love, but what Chen Feng asked for is that there is only the supreme power and the endless road of martial arts!"
His eyes were extremely firm: "So, the Imperial Academy is not suitable for me, sorry."
When this remark came out, everyone was shocked.
Lin Moyu's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect Chen Feng to refuse his invitation.
However, he was so angry that he did not get angry because of it. Instead, he became more interested in Chen Feng and took a higher look.
He laughed: "Okay, then let's not talk about it for now."
Everyone in Yue looked at Chen Feng, with a hint of interest in their eyes.
The purpose of her poem meeting was to accept these young talents and let them lie under their pomegranate skirts for their own use. Inviting Chen Feng was only because she heard that Chen Feng had risen to fame and strength a few days ago. In one fell swoop.
But she didn't take Chen Feng too seriously, after all, in her opinion, Chen Feng is nothing more than an ordinary young master.
But he didn't expect that Chen Feng brought her such a huge surprise today.
And this just surprised her a little.
After all, although her identity is the host of the Red Sleeve, but the actual identity is not trivial. I have seen so many young talents, some of whom are better than Chen Feng.
But Chen Feng's refusal of Lin Moyu's actions just now made him change from a little astonishment to Chen Feng's opinion to a deep appreciation.
"This young man knows how to advance and retreat, know how to measure, and more importantly, he can recognize his heart!"
"How hard is a true mind? He will never be in the pool in the future!"
The poem will continue.
With Chen Fengzhuyu in front, the poems written by others always feel a little dull. They just listened to their own writing, and they felt that they were not interesting.
For a while, the atmosphere at this poem meeting turned cold, and no one was willing to write poems anymore.
And at this moment, suddenly a long and clear roar came from a distance.
Then, the sound of the long howling kept approaching here, getting closer and closer.
And every time the howling sounded, the distance was much closer.
Everyone was disgusted, and the speed of this person's arrival was really fast.
Soon, everyone saw that there was a small white spot in the night that kept approaching here.
This little white spot zoomed in quickly, and everyone saw where this little white spot was. It was clearly a huge white pigeon.
This white pigeon has a body length of about ten feet and a wingspan of about thirty feet. It is extremely sage, and even more celestial.
Above the white crane, was sitting a young man in white clothes. He was quite handsome and tall. The white pigeon circled in the air and hovered above the red-sleeved building.
The white-clothed youth slightly arched his hands: "Everyone, Pengchi is late, don't blame everyone!"
Some women uttered a scream like a nympho. Chen Feng shook his head slightly after seeing him: "Another pretender is here."
"Peng Chi? He is Ying Peng Chi? This year's champion?"
"Yes, it is him. I have long heard that this year's champion not only has a very high cultivation base, but also has a very strong strength, but he is also a talented person. He is extraordinary. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary!"
Seeing Ying Pengchi's arrival, Xue Yankai's face suddenly showed a touch of excitement, bursting out a ball of brilliance, as if thinking of something.
Ying Pengchi obviously enjoyed the gazes of everyone very much. A proud and proud smile appeared on his face, driving the white crane to fly down and then land.
He stood in place, his gaze swept across the front row of young couples.
Obviously, because he is late, he has no seat now, and he now wants to find a seat for himself.
After a while, he set his gaze on Chen Feng, so he walked over, raised his chin, with a hint of arrogance on his face, and said, "You, get up! Give me your seat!"
His tone was like an order!
This Ying Pengchi seemed arrogant, but he was actually a very shrewd person.
He glanced at the people present, and only Chen Feng had a fresh face, and he couldn't see Chen Feng's strength, so he took it for granted that Chen Feng was just one to make up the number.
Among them, offending him should be the least risky.
As everyone knows, he can't see Chen Feng's strength because Chen Feng is too strong.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth: "Does this take me as a soft persimmon?"
Ying Pengchi showed a playful smile on his face and said, "Yes, what if I just squeezed you as a soft persimmon?"
He laughed and said, "If you hold it in your heart, it's okay if you don't say it, but you have to say it. Isn't that insulting yourself?"
He laughed and said: "You are simply not happy for yourself! Anyway, the result will not change."
He said faintly: "Give you three breaths and roll down by yourself, if not..."
Chen Feng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed with a cold color, killing intent.
At this moment, he almost couldn't help but shoot against Pengchi. As long as Ying Pengchi dared to provoke him, Chen Feng would definitely make him pay the price.
"What if otherwise?" And at this moment, a clear voice came from the side.
Ying Pengchi looked there, his face suddenly changed.
It turned out that it was Lin Moyu, a college student who said this sentence.
Ying Pengchi showed a respectful look on his face, bowed deeply, and said, "Bachelor, you are here too?"
Lin Moyu sneered and said: "Of course I should be here. If I am not here, I still don't know that you, the newly-ranked champion, who is about to enter my Imperial Academy as a bachelor, is such a virtue!"
Ying Pengchi was originally proud of the spring breeze, and when he said this, his face suddenly became uncontrollable, his face was red and blue, and he felt that he had lost face greatly.
At the same time, he looked at Chen Feng with some uncertainty, and said in his heart: "What's the origin of this little bastard? The bachelor actually protects him like this?"
At this time, Lin Moyu said coldly: "Hurry and roll aside!"