Beast Concubine Night Crazy: The Untamable Female Slave

Originally, Xiyan thought that Leng Meiying just used words to explain her offensive, but she didn't expect that she saw through her trick directly!

And in Leng Meiying's heart, she has already despised the quiet and refreshing senior in front of her to the point of utter contempt.

She obviously has a strong strength, and Huang Que is waiting to pick up cheap things. Let's not talk about her. Now she is going to duel with her on the surface, but she is manipulating her soul to secretly help her companions.

If it wasn't for the fact that his soul power was several levels stronger than hers, Yelin and the others wouldn't even know how they lost.

"Oh, I actually saw through it." Smiling lightly, Xi Yan's demeanor had become so gloomy and cold as that of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and even her laughter seemed to have a bit of a stern taste.

Leng Meiying secretly shook her head.

Although this Hanshilin can indeed make these people stronger, it seems impossible for the people who come out of it to have any holy qualities.

What Hanshilin pays attention to is victory, but it seems that he doesn't care much about how to win. Otherwise, Xiyan would not hide her lunar character under the ice of purity and holiness.

It's useless to talk too much, Leng Meiying waved her hand, signaling Xi Yan to make a move.

"I admit that you are indeed very strong, even I can't see through you, but you won't have a chance to beat me!" Xi Yan spoke lightly, carrying some profound soul attacks.

Leng Meiying just smiled faintly, as if she didn't see her attack.

In the air, the three-inch golden boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and scolded: "Which son of a bitch dares to disturb Master Long's sleep?"

In the corner of Qihai, Qitong opened its mouth aggrievedly, but dared not speak. It really wanted to tell Uncle Long that its sons were sleeping too, so it had no time to disturb him.

Leng Meiying put away her robe, and said calmly: "I have someone who is a trash of the Marquis of the Town and a disgraceful name of the Imperial Capital Academy. Senior sister Xiyan doesn't need to use a mental attack on me, that would be a waste."

Xi Yanliu's eyebrows frowned slightly: "It seems that it is indeed the case, then, I will come and step on you myself!"

"Please do it!" Leng Meiying laughed again, like a spring breeze.

Xi Yan's speed was so fast that she couldn't see the figure clearly at all, she could only feel that there were white figures in all directions.

White clothes, white robes and white hair, as well as transparent ice flakes, ice knives, and ice spines, bombarded Leng Meiying from all directions towards Leng Meiying in the middle of the field almost at the moment of Xi Yan's movement.

Leng Meiying shook her head, moved her lotus steps lightly, and the space seemed to be condensed.

Snowflakes and mist, a world of ice white, Leng Meiying's black-haired solitary shadow, is particularly dazzling in this snow-white.

Outside the arena, those standing freshmen, those decadent old students, all those who had previously dismissed Leng Meiying, were surprised to find that trash called Zhen Guohoufu, a disgraceful girl of the Imperial College, jumping up and down. , walking like an elf among the ice knives and snow swords densely covered by Xiyan.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of ice colliding with ice was constantly heard in the air, and ice slag splashed everywhere, but the dancing figure was not affected in the slightest. It was alone, dancing a rare dance that was hard to see in the world.

Dance?

Leng Meiying didn't have such leisurely elegance, Xiyan's attacks were too fierce and too intensive, and she herself didn't really want to use those cold-looking swords.