Allure Summoner

During this period of time, the members of the Xueshan faction had already been attacked by their poisonous tongue.

But after hearing his words, his body trembled with anger.

But even if they combine the strength of the three of them, they can only fight to a tie with Mo Jingze.

At this time, Nangong Fenghua's robes fluttered to this side, and as soon as he entered, he interrupted the spiritual pressure between the two sides.

"Brother Mo, you don't need to be as knowledgeable as these juniors, what about kid Ming?"

As an elder protecting the country, he couldn't help being anxious when he saw the agreement.

"Brother and sister-in-law were overworked last night, so they got up late today and came late!"

Mo Lingfeng smiled wickedly, and answered while laughing.

The expression on Nangong Fenghua's face was a bit weird. He was always alone, so it was still not suitable for him to participate in such a topic.

The opponent's war drums are getting more and more urgent, and the Duanmu Dynasty has been out of battle for a long time, and the momentum here has fallen to the bottom.

On the other hand, the opponent had a strong lineup, and even took advantage of this gap to summon their summoned beasts.

Immortal beasts and spirit beasts are all of good rank.

"Jun's boy!"

The person who kept his eyes closed and leaned indifferently heard his shout and opened his eyes: "What advice does Senior Nangong have?"

"This battle is extremely dangerous, put on this armor!"

A piece of silver armor appeared on Nangong Fenghua's hand, and everyone looked at Jun Wumian with envy when they checked it with their spiritual power.

"Senior Nangong, save this armor for Xi'er!"

He didn't reach out to pick it up, but still rested his hands behind his head, with his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips, waiting quietly.

At this time, the people on the opposite side have already started calling.

"Duanmu Dynasty, if you don't have the courage to fight, you can take the initiative to admit defeat!"

"The Duanmu Dynasty is a big country, but it is timid to fight?"

"His Royal Highness, the pillar of the Duanmu Dynasty, is he used to being a wife and slave? How dare he avoid fighting?"

"What kind of pillar? It's just a waste of fame!"

……

The laughter became louder and louder, and the people of the Duanmu Dynasty clenched their fists tightly, their faces flushed.

They are the supporters of His Majesty the Underworld, so at this time they will definitely not blame the god in their hearts, but resent the people who have insulted the prestige of the god.

That person is naturally Jun Qianxi.

Ever since His Majesty Hades got involved with this famous trash, all his previous style and habits have changed.

At this moment, due to the random command of that trash, there was such a huge disparity in the strength of the national war, which put His Majesty Hades in a dangerous situation.

The louder the sarcasm on the other side, the greater the resentment towards Jun Qianxi in the hearts of the people of the Duanmu Dynasty.

Sensing the emotions of the people below, the people on His Royal Highness' side looked at each other and smiled.

The opponent's war drums had already sounded to the extreme, and when their jeers rose to the sky, a deceptive voice sounded: "Xiao Xi'er, be careful, there is a puddle!"

The sound was very soft, and it was strange that it overwhelmed the thundering drums, and it made everyone's eyes turn away.

The couple under the oil-paper umbrella easily caught everyone's attention.

He lowered his head slightly, looking softly at the pretty person beside him, reminding him gently.

With a sly gleam in her eyes, she deliberately stepped into the puddle, splashing the clothes of the person beside her, and chuckled happily.

"Naughty Xi'er! The shoes are all wet, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

He squatted down, and his spiritual power wrapped her feet, ignoring the rainwater falling along the edge of the umbrella, and half of his body was wet.