Allure Summoner

Seeing that there were no fluctuations of spiritual power around her, she turned around immediately without thinking, and just happened to meet the oncoming attack.

Duanmu Ming placed his hand on her forehead, seeing the fearful expression on her face, the corner of her mouth curled up.

He didn't hold back his hand and patted her forehead.

Her fluctuating spiritual pressure instantly dissipated.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a pale face.

The aura on her body kept fluctuating, and finally her spiritual pressure weakened, and she successfully dropped from the ninth level to the eighth level.

This taste is different from day to day, Mu Luoying's eyes are full of evil, she gritted her teeth, and said: "Duanmu Ming, despicable! Lingshan faction, shameless!"

"You are shameless, you are despicable. If you have the ability, you let those four strong men fuck, and if you have the ability, you let all your subordinates fuck! If you have the ability, you are still talking about it! Sister, please apply for a beating!" she!"

Mo Lingfeng jumped to Duanmuming's side, pointing at Mu Luoying's nose and cursing without fear.

You can scold him, but you can't scold Duanmuming, and you can't scold the Lingshan faction!

"Sister-in-law, apply to beat her up!"

All the juniors are also gearing up for such a passionate event just as they descended the mountain, so of course they have to participate.

"Please go ahead, remember to focus!"

Jun Qianxi rested her chin in her hand, the feeling of watching a play was really refreshing.

Everyone performed Tai Chi again.

Jun Qianxi looked at them slowly, and rolled her eyes: "Can you move faster? I haven't heard the screams for so long?"

"Sister-in-law, didn't you say that what Tai Chi needs is peace of mind, and you can't rush for quick success?"

Mo Lingfeng slowly punched Mu Luoying.

"what!"

The screams sounded!

The corner of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched: "Duanmuming, release your domineering aura, you don't need to use any tricks, just greet her face for me. Just look at that face and get angry!"

"Xi'er, obey!"

As Duanmuming spoke, he released his ninth-level spiritual pressure, and concentrated it completely on Mu Luoying.

Mu Luoying's strength at the peak of the eighth level actually began to decline slowly again.

Her forehead was covered with sweat and she couldn't move.

"Hey!" Mo Lingfeng grinned, pressed his fingers, made a fist, and punched her in the face!

"Oh my god, it feels really good to slap your face!"

"Senior Brother Feng, we also want to have a good time!"

All the juniors roared in unison, and surrounded Mu Luoying, their fists rained down on her flowery and jade-like face.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Mu Luoying let out a scream very cooperatively.

The physical pain is not counted, what hurt her more is the soul.

Her realm is still regressing.

"enough!"

At this time, a powerful spiritual pressure emerged in the distance, and a roar resounded over the Junfu.

For the first time, Duanmuming's cynical face showed seriousness. With a wave of his hand, the people from Lingshan faction withdrew.

Mu Luoying's standard oval face was beaten into a pig's face.It was bruised and purple, the nose was bloody, and the corner of the mouth was also cracked.

He dodged to Jun Qianxi's side, held her in his arms, and then his eyes fell on the place where the spiritual pressure was released.

After a while, three figures appeared in front of them.

"Boy Ming, the national war is about to begin, and internal fighting is not allowed within the Duanmu Dynasty!"

"Old man Nangong, who saw us fighting among ourselves?" Mo Lingfeng looked innocent, and then scanned the surrounding area: "Are you fighting among yourself?"