Miss Eight Series Summoner

The mercenaries also looked up and looked around, but they didn't see anything, but Feng Heng was shocked and his eyes became excited.

"Who is it?! Come out to Laozi!" Mochuang saw not showing up, and immediately thought that the opponent was not strong.

Therefore, he could only sneak attacks secretly, and suddenly put away the alertness of the talents, and a sullen aura emerged.

"Are you still asking where I am just now?" Feng Xi's voice came from a distance.

The next moment, her figure suddenly appeared on a tree next to Feng Heng, wearing a blue shirt to set off her slim figure, but the murderous look in her eyes could not be concealed.

Feng Xi waved his hand, and a series of rich water elements appeared, flying towards everyone in the mercenary group, enveloping everyone.

The crystal water element makes the mercenaries wrapped in it feel extremely comfortable.

As if a warm current flowed through the body, the wounds that had been attacked before were healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mercenaries saw such a powerful healing technique for the first time, and their eyes became extremely admired in shock, looking towards Fengxi as if looking at a god.

However, Feng Xi has been watching the opposite Demon Chuang from beginning to end, and the hands covered in his sleeves are tightly clenched into fists, showing that he is holding back the anger in his heart.

Just now, if she didn't arrive in time, I am afraid that all these people would be buried in the hands of these demon slaves!

"Are you... Feng Xi?" Mochuang squinted slightly when he heard Feng Xi's words.

Feng Xi's eyes were extremely cold, and with a flick of her silver gloved right hand, a whip condensed with fire elements was thrown out.

The moment the whip appeared, the surrounding temperature was a bit hot.

And the poisonous mist that threatened his life just now was also dispersed a little!

Mochuang's pupils shrank, and it seemed that Feng Xi was much stronger than the news he had received.

"With such strength, I am afraid that there is no one else except Feng Xi." Mochuang said immediately.

In addition to shocking Feng Xi's strength, he quickly returned to his usual look, without a trace of fear or tension on his face.

"Look for me? Could it be that you want to invite me to dinner?" Feng Xi smiled coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Heng's low voice suddenly came from below: "Xier, be careful, they are a little weird..."

Feng Xi lowered her head just to see the worried look in Feng Heng's eyes, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

Nodded silently, and then flew down from the tree, standing right in front of Feng Heng.

"Feng Xi, the eight-line summoner, there is almost no one before. You are lucky to be favored by our leader, so please go to the demon cult."

Mochuang said, his tone was as arrogant as ever, as if he felt that Feng Xi didn't dare to treat him in general.

Feng Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "Magic Cult Leader?" As he said, his eyes couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Jin Jiaye, but he said nothing.

When did this demons form any demonic cult?

After a simple glance, he set his eyes on Mochuang again: "Want to see me? No matter who he is, let him do it himself. No one else is qualified to order me!"

Mochuang was taken aback for a moment, and then anger burned on his face, pointing at Fengxi and cursing: "I don't know what it is! Do you think you can be arrogant if you have a little strength? Our leader wants to see you that is to uphold you, you even So arrogant, bah!"