Miss Eight Series Summoner

"Get away." Feng Xi raised her eyes and looked at Fu Shaoqi coldly, and said in a calm tone.

Although she didn't want to cause any trouble when she came back to the Holy Spirit Continent this time, if someone dared to bully her Fengxi at will, she would never make that person feel better.

"Hey, dare you to speak to your master in this tone." Although Fu Shaoqi loves Feng Xi's beautiful face, Feng Xi has lost his face in the public.

Fu Shaoqi couldn't swallow this breath. In a blink of an eye, he saw the mask held firmly in Feng Xi's hand. With his eyes rolled, he forced all the masks in Feng Xi's hand to the ground. Then he laughed and looked at Feng Xi, using his chin to face Feng Xi.

"Get off." Feng Xi looked down at the masks scattered on the ground, a killing intent was condensing, "While I haven't regretted it."

"Bold, dare to speak to our young master. Let me tell you, our young master will soon be a student of the Holy Spirit Academy. According to our young master’s qualifications, even a noble person like Yaojun’s tutor will demand it. Our young master is going to be her student.” The young man next to Fu Shaoqi quickly stood up, said a lot in a flattering tone, and then looked at her young master invitingly.

After Young Master Fu heard Xiao Si's words, his originally bad complexion improved a little, and the folding fan in his hand shook faster: "Of course."

"Ignorant child, don't you know that Teacher Yaojun only accepted one apprentice?" Feng Xi smiled back and looked obliquely at Fu Shaoqi and his young man.

Young Master Fu was almost fascinated by Feng Xi’s chuckle, and then he reacted and said disdainfully: "It's just a Yaojun instructor. There is nothing great. As long as this Young Master wants it, it's not a matter of a few words. Even if the only apprentice of Teacher Yaojun comes to me, I can defeat it in three or two."

"The tone is not small." The coldness in Feng Xishui's eyes grew thicker, and a smile of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Fu Shaoqi did not hear the disdain in Feng Xi’s words, and it took a lot of time to talk to Feng Xi. Fu Shaoqi was already itching and she just waved her fan: "Come here, tie this beauty back to this young master. Inside the house."

The wind drooped his eyelids, motionless, like a lifeless doll.

Fu Shaoqi thought that Feng Xi had seen such a big battle, and she was shocked and didn't take it seriously.

If Bailigu Youxue knew what Fu Shaoqi was thinking now, she would probably laugh to death. Feng Xi has never seen a big formation. Whether it is the Nether Land or the Flame God Prison, Bailigu Youxue has never seen Feng Xi. How could a few people in this area be frightened?

The wind hung in the sleeves and slowly shook hands. Since the few of them wanted to play, she reluctantly played with them.

Feng Xi began to gather spiritual power in his hands, and then quickly transformed into a long whip. With a round of his wrist, the long whip shook off the first servant who charged up flexibly.

"This, this, young master, these ladies know how to work hard." The young man was panicked. He didn't expect that a beautiful person who looked weak and fragile would be so difficult to deal with.

Fu Shaoqi, who saw the other side of Feng Xi, was even more pleasantly surprised, and she was very sure to win for Feng Xi: "All for this young master, you must catch her back to this young master. If you catch her, you will all be rewarded. "