Chapter 768： Come again (1) (2/2)
I have been proud for many years, and I have already stood by Lin Biao, the peak of the summoner. At this moment, I feel my own smallness and ridiculousness. When I think about how arrogant I am in front of the monsoon smoke, how complacent, the old face It’s like burning a dozen slaps in public, burning pain.
”Yes... is losing, Miss Ji’s summoning is the most I have ever seen. I lost my heart and take it orally.” Lin Biao took a deep breath and, in front of everyone, bent down against the monsoon smoke. One worship.
He is complacent, but he can go to such a state in summoning, and his research and heart can be imagined.
At this moment, he lost his conviction and was convinced that the monsoon smoke was incomparable.
”This way.” The monsoon smoke touched the chin. Lin Biao was the first summoner in the world she had seen. Before listening to the little old man, she was quite looking forward to what the other party could summon powerful creatures. But now it seems...
The summoning of this world is really no way to compare with her.
”So, you lost the first game.” The monsoon smoked and smiled.
Lin Biao lowered his head and said: ”Yes, it is losing.”
After that, Lin Biao quietly retreated.
For Lin Biao’s move, the chief of the guards was anxious, but the other elders of the elders were very calm.
As early as the monsoon smoke summoned the Thunder Lion, Lin Biao had already lost.
They have already known this result.
However, what surprised them even more was the strength of the monsoon smoke.
The coexistence of the light and dark magic has made them feel unbelievable, and when the monsoon smoke uses the ”summoning”, the thundering magic around it is so obvious.
At this moment, all the masters of the Senate are full of doubts and cautions about this young and frivolous girl.
She seems to be a bottomless black hole, and the strength is not what they can understand.
Lin Biao lost, there is no suspense in defeat, and this game, the monsoon smoke won.
Just when everyone was feeling the uncontrollable strength of the monsoon, the monsoon smoke suddenly turned around and shook the evil sword in his hand against the white princess.
”Your people, lost.”