Chapter 787

"Miss Ji, please." Master Yue opened his mouth slowly, his tone full of helplessness.

Knowing that he is invincible, he has to be tough on his head. This kind of torture is really hard to bear.

The monsoon smoke looked at master Yue with a smile, and glanced over the princess who had already been bewildered. Then he said, "I will teach you."

Master Yue smiled bitterly.

How dare he teach her?

It's just self humiliation.

The last battle, in an instant.

In this war, everyone's eyes were fixed on the body of monsoon smoke.

All the people in the Presbyterian hall have been defeated by monsoons. They naturally know that master Yue will surely lose this time.

A subtle mood rises in the hearts of more than ten top powerful people in the Presbyterian. Every move of monsoon smoke seems to open the door of a new world for them.

It's magical and mysterious. They once had a hand in monsoon smoke. They are very strange to the moves of monsoon smoke. After knowing the battle, they will decide the winner and the loser. They suddenly feel sorry.

Such rebellious young girls are under great pressure to fight with her, but it is a new inspiration for these old bones.

Monsoon smoke is unknown. The battle between itself and master Yue has become a feast enjoyed by the elders.

Master Yue is also the strength of Saint devil guide now. However, unlike duanmuxi's light magic, what he cultivates is wood magic.

Wood magic is far less aggressive than other attributes of magic, but it has a very strong healing, is a very rare magic element.

However, these rare magic elements do not show their own advantages in single to single combat.

But in a flash, master Yue had already fallen into the downwind.

With master Yue's defeat, the big princess's fanatical expectation turned into nothing, and her ferocious smile became distorted and stiff.

How could this happen?

How could this happen?

Monsoon smoke has been hit 12 times, how can she have such a strong spirit? Can't she be tired? Not tired?

The monsoon smoke will be tired and tired.

But definitely not now.

On the way back to the imperial capital, monsoon smoke has been cultivating the inner alchemy with the precious stone given to her by the ancient dragon. Compared with the power borrowed from the bones of the demon God, the power left by the ancient dragon is more pure.

The ancient giant dragon is one of the most powerful ethnic groups under the birth of heaven and earth. Its own power also comes from all things in the heaven and earth, and that power is even more precious to monsoon smoke.

At this time, the inner alchemy of monsoon smoke has been restored for the most part, and the real Qi is abundant, waiting for a hearty battle, which can make her consume the real Qi in the inner alchemy, so as to have a higher promotion.

However, a dozen people in the Presbyterian hall, with bad luck, happened to be the target of the monsoon smoke.

The eldest princess did not know the original, but when she saw master Yue was driven back by a flash of monsoon smoke, her heart was suddenly cold.

"I lost." Master Yue stood up in a hurry, and his hand holding the staff trembled faintly. He lost completely without any suspense.

The monsoon smoke smiled a little and looked over the elders.

"This time, with the end of your twelve battles, the game is over. I won." The smiling opening of monsoon smoke.

The elders can only sigh helplessly.