Pinnacle Crazy Concubine: Gold Summoner

Chapter 83 Self-inflicted (3)

"Fog of Lost!" Lin Maohe exclaimed in surprise.

Yun Xiange was also slightly surprised. The mist of loss is a skill that can only be used by water spirits who have reached the third level. I didn't expect Lin Qingwan to be able to use it.

Yun Xiange moved quickly and avoided without the slightest hesitation.The mist of loss, if you get a little bit of it, you will lose your mind.

"Why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up?" Lin Qingwan shouted at Lin Maohe and the other two angrily.Now there are only four of them left, if they don't cooperate, they will have to beat Yun Xiange sooner or later.

Chen Jinhai, the Patriarch of the Chen family in the stands, was holding a teacup, and couldn't help admiring: "This eldest lady of the Lin family is thoughtful and unruffled in times of danger, she is a talent to be created!"

Chen Qingli stood aside, staring at the white figure on the high platform without blinking, secretly amazed.

At the beginning, when he saw Yun Xiange fighting two against eight, he was almost sure that she would be taken down, but now the other party had four people left, and she was left with only herself, but she could still continue to deal with her. This strength should not be underestimated.

The Patriarch of the Pan family, Pan Zefeng, was observing the battle on the high platform, while secretly sizing up Murong Jinchen under the canopy.

After the previous conversation between Yun Xiange and Chen Wang, everyone in the stands knew that Yun Xiange and Chen Wang knew each other, but Pan Zefeng was a little confused about the relationship between the two.

Murong Jinchen narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, and leaned lazily on the back of the yellow rosewood chair, playing with a finger wrench with his pale white fingers like suet jade, his expression calm.

The reason why he came to Acropolis was indeed for Yun Xiange, and also to repay that favor.

However, his mood is completely different from when he first came here.

On the tall competition stage, Yun Xiange was dressed in white, and his body was as light as a butterfly. Although he was avoiding the attacks of the four opponents, it was more like dancing a beautiful dance.

"Did Miss Lin run out of her spiritual power, why is she only defending but not attacking?" Pan Yuchen, the third son of the Pan family, asked the people next to her softly.

"It's possible. Among the four people, only the fourth miss of the Lin family has attacked many times before. The others basically didn't spend any spiritual power, but the eldest miss of the Lin family not only attacks but also defends. It seems that the spiritual power has been exhausted." Pan The eldest son of the family, Pan Yuyuan, made an interface.

Pan Yuyuan was dressed in a light blue shirt, with a fair complexion, and a few teeth showing when he smiled. He looked like a gentle and elegant scholar, but anyone who knew him knew that he was extremely defensive. , he will find a way to get rid of it.

Seeing Yun Xiange hiding in Tibet and almost falling off the high platform several times, Pan Yuyuan's eyes flashed murderous.

This woman cannot be kept.

Fang Qianhong heard the voices of Pan Yuyuan and Pan Yuchen, raised her head and glanced in Pan Yuyuan's direction, but just in time to see the murderous look in Pan Yuyuan's eyes, she couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He has a general understanding of Pan Yuyuan's personality. With his expression, does he have murderous intentions for Yun Xiange?

Looking at Yun Xiange's graceful figure and flowing movements on the competition stage, Fang Qianhong couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.

Is she really that old good-for-nothing?Was his decision too hasty?
On the high platform, Lin Qingwan, Lin Maohe and others cooperated more and more tacitly, and Yun Xiange's evasive figure became slower and slower. Seeing that he was already powerless to resist, everyone in the stands looked excited and couldn't help whispering.

(End of this chapter)