The Thickest Iron

She staggered back with her feet.

Until she retreated to the corner behind her, with nowhere left to retreat, she braced herself against the wall with her palms, panting heavily.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, staring at the group of old men at the beef noodle stand.

Within her sight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Eight.

A whole eight.

She felt the throb that only happened to her body from the eight old men.

That meant.

The eight old men before her eyes.

Were all Divine Bodies.

She was dumbfounded.

For a moment she couldn't breathe.

Not to mention the three Divine Bodies from earlier, now there were another eight, adding up to a whole eleven Divine Bodies.

Eleven Divine Bodies!

Heavens!

She had a strong feeling that the world she was in was no longer the original one, because what was happening before her was just too unreal.

But.

The throbs her Divine Phoenix Body kept sending told her.

All of this was true.

"The soup!"

"There's something wrong with the soup."

Almost instantly, she realized that there was something wrong with the so-called bullwhip soup.

Because prior to drinking the soup, she did not feel the slightest throb from these old men.

And the time when she started feeling the throbs from her Divine Phoenix Body, was after they drank the soup.

That meant.

The bullwhip soup, in a short period of time, collectively transformed these people's physiques, into ancient Divine Bodies.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel excited.

She must take a look at what this soup that could mass produce Divine Bodies looked like.

And exactly who was it, that could create such a soup!

Was it Yi Feng that ordinary man?

She really could not believe it.

So she must get to the bottom of this.

Thus, she quickly walked towards the beef noodle stand.

"All of you stop."

Seeing these ordinary old men still voraciously drinking the soup, completely oblivious to what the soup in front of them represented, Bai Lengxi let her aura leak out, directly sending out her voice to the few men.

In her perspective.

Revealing her aura was the most effective method against ordinary men.

And saved the most words.

However.

What she did not expect was, in the face of her voice and the spread of her aura, these old men did not even glance at her.

"This soup, is so delicious!"

"Yes, I've never had such a delicious soup in my life."

"Sir is truly generous, I must quickly deliver two blocks of tofu to his doorstep tomorrow."

"Then help me deliver two ribs as well."

Chatting leisurely while drinking the soup, the few old men conversed intermittently.

But this.

Caused frost to appear on Bai Lengxi's beautiful face.

Did the aura of cultivators become ineffective, or were these old ordinary men blind?

Thinking of this, she increased the aura from her body again, and at the same time, drew out her longsword.

"Clang."

The longsword pierced right between the feet of the few old men, giving out a cry of the sword.

The chatting old men finally frowned.

And looked over.

"Little miss, do you need something?"

The old man Zhao from the marketplace couldn't help but ask.

"I'm taking this pot of soup away."

Bai Lengxi said expressionlessly.

After speaking, her jade hand reached out, about to take the pot.

"Hey, little miss, you're even snatching away the soup us few old men are drinking, do you understand respecting the elderly?" Seeing this, old Zhou who was selling tobacco leaves knocked over with his long tobacco pipe, frowning and admonishing.

Bai Lengxi's expression turned cold.

A bunch of old-fashioned ordinary people.

But she was too lazy to bother with these ordinary people's perspective, took out piles of gold, silver and treasures from her storage ring, and threw them on the table.

"Is this enough?"

After speaking, she was about to take the pot again.

But old Zhao covered the pot with the lid, and slowly said: "Little lass, us bunch of old men have half a foot in the grave, we don't need gold, silver or treasures either, so you should just hurry and leave, don't come interrupting us few old men's time in our twilight years."

However.

This action directly angered Bai Lengxi.

She absolutely did not expect that these few old ordinary men would actually be so shameless.

She, a dignified Martial Emperor powerhouse, was already giving them face.

"Looks like, you all are determined to drink the forfeit."

Her hand held the longsword up, her entire body's aura leaked out without reservation, her face full of cold light as she said: "Today, willing or not, I'm taking this pot of soup away."

Yet.

What she did not expect at all, was in the face of the eruption of her aura, these old men were completely unafraid, instead standing up together at the same time.

Casting their profound gazes towards her.

"Since when can a little wet-behind-the-ears girl run amok in front of us old men?"

Along with old Zhou's cold snort, an aura that made her shudder simultaneously erupted from the eight old men's bodies.

Bai Lengxi's expression greatly changed.

Her pupils enlarged.

Because every part of these eight auras caused her to feel despair, every part made her feel her soul shudder.

"Pfft!"

Her footsteps were suppressed by the aura, stumbling continuously backwards, in practically an instant, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Ten Lives.

Turned out they were Ten Lives Martial Emperors.

Eight Ten Lives Martial Emperors.

Her mind filled with terror and heart alarmed, she instantly understood the cultivations of these eight old men, causing her entire body to be filled with chills.

She, Bai Lengxi.

Actually ran amok in front of eight Ten Lives Martial Emperors, how unlucky could she be, to have stepped on such a thick iron plate!

"Seniors spare me!"

She quickly bent over, and her posture transformed instantly from high and aloof to the most servile.

"Humph!"

Yet another angry snort rained heavy blows on her soul, spurting out another mouthful of blood.

Yet she still kept her head lowered, not daring to move one bit.

"Speak, how shall we deal with you."

Old Qian coldly said.

"This junior pleads for seniors to show benevolence and spare this life." Bai Lengxi said with her head lowered.

"We show benevolence?"

"Hmph..."

Old Zhao gave a cold laugh, then solemnly said: "Offending us is one trivial matter, but you causing havoc at Sir's Martial Arts Hall entrance, that is not simply a matter of benevolence or no benevolence."

"Sir?"

"Martial Arts Hall?"

Bai Lengxi's expression changed.

Instantly understanding that who they spoke of was Yi Feng.

But.

Wasn't he an ordinary man?

No no no.

She desperately shook her head.

If eight Ten Lives Martial Emperors addressed Yi Feng so respectfully as "Sir", then she would be too stupid if she still believed Yi Feng was ordinary.

She realized suddenly in awakening.

Yi Feng was absolutely not an ordinary man, rather it was she herself previously being short-sighted, unable to see through him.

"So he, just what kind of person is he?"

She gnashed her teeth, unable to resist raising her head to ask: "And is this soup also from his hands?"

"Hmph, who else in this world could create such a soup, other than Sir?"

Old Zhou bellowed: "As for exactly who he is, is it for a petty Seventh Life Martial Emperor like yourself to inquire?!"