Miss Eight Series Summoner

Fu Shaoqi didn't expect that Feng Xi would suddenly appear behind her. She got up from the floor strenuously and vomited a mouthful of blood. Fu Shaoqi became more angry.

"It's just a villain who will put a cold arrow behind him."

Fu Shaoqi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Feng Xi coldly, as if she was about to swallow Feng Xi alive.

"That's it, thank you for the compliment." Feng Xi said without blushing, but he half-dead Fu Shaoqi.

Fu Shaoqi didn't expect Feng Xi's face to be so thick.

"It's too late for you to admit defeat." Feng Xi patted the non-existent dust on her sleeves, suddenly raised her head and glanced at Fu Shaoqi, "Otherwise, if we continue to fight, I can't guarantee your life."

"I want this young master to give up, don't even think about it!" Fu Shaoqi yelled, her body swayed a bit, but she soon stood firm again, "Who are you, how dare you let this young master? Give up."

"I'm not someone, I'm Fengxi." Suddenly, Feng Xi didn't want to continue playing with Fu Shaoqi. He stretched out his hand to sacrifice his long whip, threw a beautiful arc in the air, and appeared in front of everyone.

"Feng Xi... this name sounds familiar."

"I also feel as if I have heard of it somewhere..."

Feng Xi smiled at Fu Shaoqi: "Quick battle and quick decision."

Not to be outdone, Fu Shaoqi drew her own sword and launched an offensive against Fengxi first.

After the lessons Feng Xi had given before, Fu Shaoqi didn't dare to hit Fengxi arrogantly anymore, but knew how to stabilize her next game.

Feng Xi secretly nodded to Fu Shaoqi's cleverness, but in the face of absolute strength suppression, any cleverness is a needless struggle.

The windy skirt fluttered, and his toes lightly stepped on the face of the knife that Fu Shaoqi swung over. With his strength, he jumped onto the surrounding railings and looked at Fu Shaoqi condescendingly.

Afterwards, Feng Xihao's wrist turned, and the long whip in his hand seemed to be alive, seeming to gently curl Fu Shaoqi's wrist, but only Fu Shaoqi knew how powerful Feng Xi's whip was.

"Ah..." Fu Shaoqi couldn't help yelling because her wrist was hurt by the wind whip.

Feng Xi did not easily let go of Fu Shaoqi because of Fu Shaoqi's yelling pain. She did not forget what Fu Shaoqi did to her just now. Taking off her candied haws and mask, and ranting to her again, she wants to see how arrogant he can be today.

"Unfair!" Fu Shaoqi opened her red eyes and shouted at Fengxi.

Feng Xi hadn't spoken yet, Bailigu Youxue, who was standing next to Yaojun's instructor, spoke in an unkind tone: "Unfair? Humph, then you are talking about what is unfair at this time."

Fu Shaoqi glanced at Bailigu Youxue viciously: "She uses a long whip, which is a long-range attack. And I use a big knife. I was caught by her long whip before I walked to her. How to use my true strength."

After hearing Fu Shaoqi's words, Bailigu Youxue almost didn't vomit out a mouthful of old blood. She Bailigu Youxue has spent so many years, she has seen countless people anyway. But like Fu Shaoqi's thick-skinned face, it was the first time she saw her today.

"Why are you so brazen? This weapon was chosen by you yourself, what does it have to do with your strength? It's not because you are about to lose, so start yelling." Bailigu Youxue puts her hands around her chest, so she can take her time. Looked at Fu Shaoqi.