Wolf Saint Law also put on a majestic posture.
He squinted his sinister eyebrows and looked indifferent, as if he didn't bother to explain, and he didn't bother to explain.
With his long arms, he pinched Yan Zhenfei's shoulder lightly, with an appreciative smile on his lips.
Obviously, he was extremely satisfied with Yan Zhenfei's cleverness.
Yan Zhenfei lowered his eyelashes shyly, and then looked at Ye Qingluo generously: "So, in this battle, I will fight for Wolf Saint Law. You and I are about the same age, and we are students of the same academy. No matter whether we win or lose , are extremely normal things.”
Ye Qingluo folded her arms around her chest, raised her eyebrows, and squinted at Yan Zhenfei.
In memory, Yan Zhenfei was not so smart.
Although, this girl is Yan Xiaoyi's older sister who is related by blood.
but…
This IQ is definitely not at the same level.
But today, Yan Zhenfei's performance really surprised Ye Qingluo.
Yan Zhenfei's face was calm, but in her heart, she was already in a panic, extremely nervous.
Especially after meeting Shang Yeqingluo's gaze, she felt more and more chills down her spine and trembling legs.
However, in order to replace Yan Jia, he hugged Wolf Shengfa's thigh.
She has to support the family with all her strength.
She wants to prove that the Yan family will never be wrong in choosing her as the eldest lady!
She would never give Yan Xiaoyi any chance to stand up in the Yan family!
Miss Yan family, only her, Yan Zhenfei!
Thinking of this, Yan Zhenfei's eyes suddenly shot a ray of determination.
She took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at Ye Qingluo with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and counterattacked with the same words: "Could Ye Qingluo be afraid?"
Yan Zhenfei seemed to be a different person from the last meeting.
Ye Qing tutted her lips, she really didn't know what was the blow that made this unruly little girl grow up so fast.
Could it be...
Because it was discovered that Yan Xiaoyi was a student of the Devil's class, and her talent was higher than hers.
Have a sense of crisis
Ye Qingluo squinted her long and narrow eyes, and met Yan Zhenfei's provocative gaze: "Afraid? Do you think you have the right to make me afraid?"
She ridiculed, arrogant and reckless: "Yan Zhenfei, you can't even compare to my Xiaoyi's hair, you say...why do you fight me?"
"You!" Yan Zhenfei's expression darkened.
Comparing Yan Xiaoyi to her, she is simply her reverse!
Yan Xiaoyi, that trash, why should she be compared with her? !
It seemed that she could see what Yan Zhenfei was thinking.
Ye Qingluo smiled lightly, and said again: "No, no, you, a guy who might not be able to survive a move in my hands, how can you be compared with my Xiaoyi?"
Yan Zhenfei's eyes widened immediately, with a gloomy face, she headed straight towards Ye Qingluo's direction.
In a flash, Yan Zhenfei took out two sharp double knives from her waist.
The two double knives spun rapidly between her palms, and a powerful black force burst out from her body.
"Do you have to come to die?" Ye Qingluo smiled very lightly, and yawned impatiently, "Then I have no choice but to satisfy you!"
Ye Qingluo's voice fell.
Her fiery sleeve robe suddenly danced.
A hurricane swept up.
A cold light flashed in Yan Zhenfei's eyes, and the pair of knives in his hands suddenly condensed an extremely powerful profound force.
The dual blades rotate and are extremely sharp.
But blink of an eye.
It was already approaching Ye Qingluo, and rowed directly to Ye Qingluo's vital point.
"boom!"
Ye Qingluo's hurricane collided with Yan Zhenfei's two knives.
Thousands of huge waves were set off all around.