The Demon King’s Crazy Concubine: The Heaven-defying Formation Master

Wei Ran secretly thought it was bad, why did these two people look like enemies meeting each other.

It's strange, they obviously didn't celebrate the festival, and they didn't even meet each other very often.

"Shuang Cheng, didn't I tell you to watch? Why are you here? What if I accidentally hurt you later?"

After being scolded by her, Shuang Cheng pursed his lips and retreated reluctantly.

Jun Lin's eyes were still locked on him, and he didn't know what he was thinking in those deep eyes.

"Do you still want to fight? If not, let go."

Wei Ran reached out and pushed him hard, and he reluctantly let go.

"Why did you choose him to be the trial slave?" Jun Lin asked displeasedly.

Wei Ran said angrily: "Do I need to consult with senior brother about who I choose to be the trial slave?"

Jun Lin raised his eyebrows: "Did you like his face?"

Wei Ran didn't deny it either: "You're right to say that. Everyone loves beauty. It's quite pleasing to have such a handsome trial slave by your side."

Jun Lin snorted coldly: "Superficial. Appearance may not necessarily be useful, let him compete with me."

"Again?" Wei Ran was not happy, "The time is almost up. If you don't go out, let alone the top five, you won't even be able to complete the journey through the forest."

"Then we'll make an appointment after we get out."

"No date." Wei Ran decisively refused this time, "Why do you, a master, always want to bully children like us?"

child?
Jun Lin frowned fiercely.

Wei Ran patted his butt and drove away with Shuang Cheng without looking back.

Jun Lin flew to block their way.

"If you don't compete with me today, you can't even think of walking past here."

Wei Ran resisted the urge to curse: "Are you being unreasonable?"

Shuang Cheng said, "Master, I want to compete with him."

"Okay, okay, if you like to hit, I can't control it."

Wei Ran angrily walked to the side to rest. Unexpectedly, before she could sit down, the two of them started fighting.

Shuang Cheng made the first move and seized the opportunity, but Jun Lin was obviously not a vegetarian. Even though his reaction was a beat slow, he found his rhythm in three or two moves and used his backhand as an attack.

He struck very harshly, which was completely different from when he fought Wei Ran just now.

The psychic fan whirled in his palm like a steel knife, with astonishing lethality.

But Wei Ran, who had seen Shuang Cheng kill the Nine Birds and Lions of the Meteor Star with his own eyes, was not worried at all that he would suffer at the hands of Jun Lin.

Shuang Cheng seemingly threw out several bolts of thunder and fire at random, but each time he accurately shot them down in the direction where Jun Lin was charging. No matter how fast Jun Lin was, his clothes were still hit by the thunder and fire, which made him feel a little more embarrassed.

Wei Ran couldn't help but marvel at his sensitivity.

Jun Lin was enraged, and his offensive became more and more fierce. The surrounding trees grew wantonly, and their tips turned into sharp wooden thorns and stabbed at Shuang Cheng from all directions!
The speed and quantity were so fast that it was impossible to avoid them.

There was no anger on Shuang Cheng's face, he just snapped his fingers, and countless flames rose from the ground, swallowing up all the trees in an instant!

The power was more than an order of magnitude higher than the move Wei Ran had just used.

The entire valley instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. What's even more amazing is that he can control the flames to transform into various forms at will, sparing no effort to attack King's Landing!
Jun Lin's face darkened, he stood up on the psychic fan, leaped high into the air, resisted the flames sent by the two prime ministers, and at the same time controlled the psychic mountain to transform.

The originally ordinary-sized psychic fan was spinning balancedly in the air, spinning bigger and bigger, and the strong wind it brought blew down all the rising flames.

The incoming flames were fanned back the way they came, forcing Shuang Cheng to separate and resist.

The ferocious flames were gradually blown out, leaving only thick smoke spreading in the valley.

When the smoke dissipated, Wei Ran, who was watching the show, only saw two gray-faced people looking at each other in the air with disapproval. There was no trace of handsome and handsome young masters at all, and he couldn't help laughing.

Jun Lin reluctantly stepped on the remains of carbon wood and struck again, and Shuang Cheng also prepared to deal with it. After a while, two figures, one blue and white and one blood red, were entangled with each other, and they were inseparable again.

"Okay, okay, stop fighting." Seeing that the two were fighting inextricably and their spiritual energy was almost exhausted, Wei Ran came out to mediate at the right time.

Shuang Cheng naturally listened to her words, found the right moment to exit, and returned to her side obediently.

Jun Lin chased after him angrily, but was blocked by Wei Ran.

"Why didn't I know that Jun Zhizheng's temper was so bad? If you continue to fight, it will be dark. You don't want to complete the training competition, but I still want to complete it."

Jun Lin then gave up unconvinced.

He never expected that Shuang Cheng, who seemed to have an empty face, could actually tie with him.

When did such a powerful trial slave appear in the academy?Do the masters know this?

But with him by Wei Ran's side, he could feel more at ease.

But he really didn't like the way this little slave looked at Wei Ran.

Thinking about it, he took back the psychic fan with a cold snort.

With a wave of his hand, the barrier was lifted.

He strode away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Here he goes again." Wei Ran said with disdain, "You have such a bad temper."

She turned to Shuang Cheng and said, "Let's follow him in a detour to avoid running into him again."

The two were walking in the forest, and were about to successfully cross the high-level trial area, when a heavy fog suddenly rose around them.

Wei Ran paused and immediately became alert.

Immediately afterwards, intermittent and shocking laughter came one after another from all directions.

A vague feeling of familiarity came, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't remember where this familiar feeling came from.

Shuang Cheng guarded her tightly behind him in a battle-ready manner.

After a while, a human-shaped white shadow suddenly appeared in the mist. It was very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even Wei Ran's keen five senses couldn't capture its specific location.

That weird laughter came from this white shadow.

"Who is this person? How dare you pretend to be a ghost in Five Elements Academy!" Wei Ran shouted coldly.

Her scolding made the white figure become more and more arrogant, and his laughter became more shrill and harsh.

Suddenly, a hand that was so pale that it was almost transparent, no, it should be a claw to be precise, came out of the layers of mist and struck directly at the two of them.

Shuang Cheng swung his sword to meet the attack, just inches away from cutting off the hand, but Bai Ying dodged it like a whirlwind.

Shuang Cheng immediately chased after him and got entangled with the white shadow.

In the thick white mist, two figures, one red and one white, were fighting fiercely.

Wei Ran was a little worried that the person coming was not good. Shuang Cheng had just spent most of his spiritual power in the competition with Jun Lin, and he didn't know whether he could cope with it.

He was hesitating whether to step forward to help, ignoring the strangely low temperature around him.

The cold air was approaching, and when she came to her senses, a sharp knife was already pressed against her neck.

"Wei Ran, long time no see."

I heard the familiar hoarse voice in my dreams countless times, and for the first time, it appeared so real in my ears.

She finally remembered the source of this familiar feeling. The recurring nightmare also gave people such a cold feeling.

She wanted to turn around, but her head was clamped by the person's other hand, making her unable to move.

Lowering his eyes, he only saw a dark robe at his feet.

"who are you?"