Facing Ling Luo's provocation, Ye Fengrou gritted her teeth with hatred, but on the surface she had to force a smile in order to maintain the image of a gentle lady.
"Ling Luo, if I really lose to you, it would be really embarrassing."
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows, and the sarcasm in his eyes was unmistakable: "Oh? I want to see what other tricks you can come up with!"
Ye Fengrou's expression remained unchanged, he took out a jade flute from his chest, placed it on Zhu Hong's lips, and played it gently.
The voice was lingering, melodious, and like a soul-stirring spring song, making men's hearts flutter.
Ling Luo frowned slightly.
The sound of the flute made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
Sure enough, after a while, a dozen young and handsome men followed the sound of the flute and stepped onto the arena step by step.
Among these men, every one is handsome, has a good family background, is extremely talented, and has a certain influence in the college.
At the same time, they also have a common characteristic, that is, they once had such a charming old relationship with this gentle and virtuous senior sister Ye Fengrou.
At this moment, with the ups and downs of the spring sound of the jade flute, the sleeping hibiscus hooks in these men's bodies were awakened, invading their brains, making all their actions obey Ye Fengrou's orders.
Ling Luo's face was livid, and he stared at his opponent coldly and said: "Ye Fengrou, you can use such despicable means?"
The thirteen men stood in front of Ye Fengrou, forming a perfect protective posture, surrounding her in the center.
The corner of Ye Fengrou's lips curled up slightly, and she chuckled, "What's wrong? They listened to Rou'er's call and voluntarily came to protect me."
One person versus the elites of thirteen academies?
Of these thirteen men, seven are on the college's prestigious list, and the other eight are members of "Jue".
The lowest level among them is level three martial arts masters, the average level is level four, and the highest level is level five or level six!
Ling Luo took a deep breath. If she challenged these thirteen people on her own, she would undoubtedly be throwing an egg at a stone, with no chance of winning.
"By pushing these thirteen men onto the competitive stage, are you showing your debauched and dirty love history to all the teachers and students in the college, and exposing the despicable fact that you don't hesitate to use lotus hooks to get men?"
Ling Luo's face was cold, and he clenched the Chixiao Sword in his hand, his voice full of ridicule and contempt.
Ye Fengrou's face suddenly turned green. Her body was shaking a little, but her words were still very stubborn: "Whatever you say, no matter what, I will definitely defeat you!"
Yes, as long as he defeats Ling Luo, Yu will find that she is the best, and then he will take her into his arms...
With such a deformed and beautiful fantasy, Ye Fengrou stretched out her right arm, pointed at Ling Luo, and said in a deep voice: "I order you to make that annoying woman completely disappear from this world!"
The thirteen men were bewitched, with fiery and demonic light in their eyes, and they all stared in the direction of Ling Luo, with fierce looks on their faces.
Thick vines full of spikes like pythons, surging waterfalls and water dragons, and deadly spears flashing with silver light all attacked Ling Luo's face.
Ling Luo quickly formed seals with his hands and created three flowing fire barriers in succession before blocking the attack.
However, before she could take a breath, dozens of one-meter-long ground thorns sprouted out of thin air from the ground beneath her feet.