Miss Eight Series Summoner

He stretched out his hands and twisted his limbs, feeling that there was really nothing wrong with his body, and couldn't help but look at Fengxi in surprise again; "Are you still a dual-line summoner?"

Feng Xi did not respond to such a question.

Soul Tianyi had recovered his human form, and the expression on his face had returned to a cold expression. He glanced at the young man. The influence on him was not good from the beginning, but now he naturally doesn't have too many faces.

At this time, Bai Yu also leaned in front of Feng Xi, a little curious and novel about the water element that Feng Xi suddenly used.

"Feng Xi, your water element is very interesting. Can you heal any injury? You are a summoner? What is your water element beast like? Male or female? Let's take a look."

Before Xiaorourou came out with Huanglong, Bai Yu really didn't ask much. Although he was a little surprised at the monsters that could transform into human form, but seeing Fengxi's attitude towards those monsters is completely lacking in the host's prestige, he naturally felt that. At most, it is just tame the beast.

Now it seems to be somewhat aware of the fact that Fengxi is a summoner.

This could not help but aroused his curiosity.

I've heard that the Eastern Continent is a continent flooded with summoners. Unfortunately, the Summoners in the North Continent are very rare. Even if they exist, their level is too low. Some summoners are even inferior to samurai.

But along the way, he naturally knew very clearly that the strength of this Fengxi was almost the same as his. If she was a summoner, what would the power of the shot look like?

Suddenly, someone's hot warriors seemed to boil in the blood.

'Snapped……'

A slap on the back of Bai Yu's head fiercely.

But Pharaoh didn't show mercy at all, and his loud voice was immediately raised; "You bastard, you still want to do something with my senior sister? If you are so itchy, I will relax your muscles."

Bai Yu clutched the back of his head, and roared with pain and frowning; "Old man, how many times have I said, don't hit me on the head..."

"What's the matter with me, no big or small dead boy..." Pharaoh said in a loud voice, raising his hand again and patted his head fiercely.

Bai Yu was so angry that he could only dodge quickly; "Dear old man, I will be stripped of your beard sooner or later..."

Feng Xi has long been accustomed to this fight between the old and the young, and he doesn't bother to bother about it.

Feng Xi looked at the young man; "Don't worry about them, just tell them, what do you want me to do for you!"

The young man heard this, suddenly frowned, his expression suddenly darkened, his face was hung under a cold dark cloud, his facial features were even slightly distorted, his hands hanging on both sides clenched into fists, and the back of his hands was still I could vaguely see the veins violent.

"I want to get back everything that belongs to me, so...help me sit as the head of the house!" The young man's cold voice came with a certain anger.

Feng Xi raised his brows, but the corners of his mouth raised a chuckle; "The seat of the Patriarch? It seems that your goal is not small."

The young man laughed, and there was some bitter helplessness in his laughter; "Sometimes, some things are forced out, for my mother, to survive, and to stop people from stepping on our mother and child. I'm going to pull the others down and step under their feet, and sit on the seat where no one dares to bully our mother and son!"