Originally, Xiyan thought that Leng Meiying just happened to use words to solve her offensive, but she didn't expect that she actually saw through her trick!
In her heart, Leng Meiying had already despised the serene and refreshing senior sister in front of her.
She obviously has great strength, but Huang Que is waiting behind to pick up some bargains, let alone her. Now she is openly facing a duel with him, but secretly he is manipulating his soul to secretly help his companions.
If it weren't for the fact that her soul power was several levels stronger than hers, I don't know how Ye Lin and the others were defeated.
"Ha, I actually saw through it." She smiled softly, and Xi Yan's temperament became colder than that of an ice and snow goddess. Even her laughter seemed to have a bit of a sinister flavor.
Leng Meiying secretly shook her head.
Although Han Shilin can indeed train these people to become stronger, it seems impossible for the people who come out of it to have any holy qualities.
Han Shilin is focused on victory, but it seems that he doesn't care much about how to win. Otherwise, Xi Yan would not hide her lunar nature under the pure and holy ice.
There is no point in talking more. Leng Meiying waved her hand, signaling Xi Yan to take action.
"I admit that you are indeed very strong. Even I can't see through you, but you won't have a chance to defeat me!" Xi Yan spoke softly, with some profound soul attacks.
Leng Meiying just smiled faintly, as if she didn't see her attack.
In the air sea, the three-inch golden boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and yelled: "Which turtle son dares to disturb Uncle Long's sleep?"
In the corner of Qihai, Qitong opened his mouth in grievance, but did not dare to speak. He wanted to tell Uncle Long that his sons were also sleeping and had no time to disturb him.
Leng Meiying put away her robe and said calmly: "I have the trash of Zhenguo Houfu and the shameful name of Imperial College. Senior Sister Xiyan doesn't need to use mental attacks on me. That would be a waste."
Xi Yan's eyebrows frowned slightly: "It seems that is indeed the case. Then, I will personally step on you!"
"Please!" Leng Meiying laughed again, like a spring breeze.
Xi Yan's speed was so fast that she couldn't see the figures clearly at all. She could only feel that she was surrounded by white figures in all directions.
White clothes, white robes, white hair, as well as transparent ice flakes, ice knives, and ice spines, almost at the moment Xi Yan moved, they bombarded Leng Meiying from all directions in the middle of the field.
Leng Meiying shook her head, moved her steps lightly, and the space seemed to be condensed.
Snowflakes are floating in the mist, and the world is an icy white. Leng Meiying's black hair looks particularly dazzling in the white snow.
Outside the court, the freshmen standing there, the decadent old students, and all the people who had previously dismissed Leng Meiying were surprised to find that the girl who was known as the waste of the Zhenguo Houfu and the shame of the Imperial College was leaping with limbs.
, like an elf walking among the ice and snow swords covered by the sunset.
"Clang, clang, clang clang clang!"
The sound of constant collisions between ice and ice was heard in the air, and ice shards were splashing everywhere. However, the beating figure was not affected in the slightest. It was a solitary figure, dancing a rare dance rarely seen in the world.
Dance?
Leng Meiying did not have such a leisurely and elegant attitude. Xiyan's attacks were too sharp and too intensive, and she did not want to take action against those cold-looking swords.
