Originally, Xiyan thought that Leng Meiying just happened to use words to solve her offensive, but she didn't expect that she actually saw through her trick directly!

And Leng Meiying's heart has already despised the senior sister in front of her who looks quiet and refreshing.

Obviously has a strong strength, Huang Que is waiting to pick up something cheap, not to mention her, now she wants to duel with herself on the surface, but in private she manipulates her soul to secretly help her companions.

If it weren't for the fact that her soul power was several levels stronger than hers, she wouldn't know how they were defeated.

"Heh, I actually saw through it." With a slight smile, Xiyan's temperament has become more and more cold, and even the laughter seems to have a bit of a sinister taste.

Leng Meiying shook his head secretly.

Although this Hanshilin can indeed train these people to be more powerful, it seems unlikely that the people who come out of it want to have any holy qualities.

Han Shilin pays attention to victory, and it seems that he doesn't care much about how to win, otherwise, Xiyan would not hide his lunar nature under the pure holiness of ice.

It was useless to say more, Leng Meiying waved her hand and motioned for Xiyan to make a move.

"I admit that you are indeed very strong, even I can't see through you, but you will not have a chance to beat me!" Xiyan's language is light, with some profound soul attacks.

Leng Meiying only smiled faintly, as if she hadn't seen her attack.

In the sea of qi, the three-inch golden boy rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes and scolded: "Which turtle son dares to disturb Uncle Long's sleep?" ”

In the corner of the sea of qi, Qiguan opened his mouth aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to speak, he wanted to tell Uncle Long that his sons were also sleeping and had no time to disturb him Uncle Long.

Leng Meiying put away his robe and said calmly: "I have a waste of Zhenguo Houfu, a person with the shameful name of the Imperial Capital Academy, Senior Sister Xiyan doesn't need to use a spiritual attack on me, it is a waste at all." ”

Xiyan Liu's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "It seems that this is indeed the case, then, I will personally come and trample you under your feet!" ”

"Please!" Leng Meiying laughed again, like a spring breeze.

Xiyan's speed is very fast, and when she is fast, she can't see the figure clearly, and she can only feel that all the faces are white figures.

Dressed in white clothes and white hair, as well as transparent ice chips, ice blades, and ice thorns, almost at the moment of Xiyan's movements, they bombarded the cold shadow in the middle of the field from all directions.

Leng Meiying shook his head, the lotus step moved slightly, and the space seemed to be condensed.

Snowflakes and fog, an icy white world, a lonely shadow with black hair in the cold sleep, which is particularly dazzling in this snow-white.

Outside the field, those new students who were standing, those decadent old students, and all the people who had disdained Leng Sleep Shadow before, were surprised to find that the waste known as the Zhenguo Houfu, the shameful girl of the Imperial Capital Academy, stretched and jumped, as if she was an elf wandering among the ice blades and snow swords densely covered by Xiyan.

"Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!"

There was a constant sound of ice colliding with ice in the air, and ice slag splashed everywhere, but the beating figure was not affected in the slightest, and it was a lonely shadow, dancing a rare dance that was rare in the world.

Dance?

Leng Meiying didn't have such a casual elegance, Xiyan's attacks were too sharp and too dense, and she didn't really want to use her hands to attract those cold-looking swords.