But what Feng Xingying said next was another artistic conception: "Outsiders say that my master lost to you, but I don't believe it." I don't believe that my master will lose his head overnight for no reason.

No one can do it unless she wants to!

I am fighting this battle, not for myself, but for my master Ye Lingxin! For the honor of our Divine Phoenix Clan!"

Although Feng Xingying's words were giving Ji Yun an explanation, in the ears of those children of the Divine Phoenix Clan, it was another sense of honor.

Like Feng Xingying, they are all fighting for the honor of the Divine Phoenix Clan.

So in this battle, no matter how strong the enemy is, they must go all out, and they have their own beliefs to support them.

For Ye Lingxin, for the Divine Phoenix Clan!

I have to say that Feng Xingying doesn't have much feeling in the hearts of the people of the Shenhuang Clan, because they are not familiar with her.

On the contrary, it was Ye Lingxin who had already become the belief and representative of the Shenhuang clan.

Ye Lingxin lost to Ji Yun, and that change made the entire Shenhuang Clan fall into a miserable storm.

The collapse of their faith made them doubt their lives and the true strength of the Shenhuang Clan, and each of them wanted to prove themselves, but unfortunately, they were unable to do so.

Today, as the most qualified newcomer of the Shenhuang Clan and the most favored disciple of Ye Lingxin, they finally did what they all wanted to do. And, give them a chance to get involved.

Such an opportunity is firmly grasped by everyone and does not want to give it up.

Feng Xingying's words, on the contrary, have a more effective effect on mobilizing combat power than Ji Yun's words.

It's just that Feng Xingying can't deter the other party.

With such an effect, Feng Xingying will be satisfied.

After all, the opponent is Ji Jue, and the opening momentum is only a small part, and the battle behind is the big one.

"Feng Xingying, thanks to you, your Five Elements Formation, I am also using it. Ji Yun didn't forget to remind Feng Xingying:

"This kind of battle formation foundation is very popular here, and I am not the only one who uses it. ”

"There's no need to talk nonsense, no matter what formation you use, in the final analysis, it's all about winning and losing. "Feng Xingying's voice is more heroic than that of Emperor Ji Yun.

At this time, the crowd was again in the same agitation.

Even Feng Xingying, who originally wanted to arrange the troops and make his heart calm and just wait for the war to start, turned his head with a feeling.

She turned her head to meet a familiar face, a pair of eyes of encouragement and guilt.

"Qin Molin!"

"Qin Molin!"

"Qin Molin!"

In the crowd, there were bursts of cheers, and Qin Molin's prestige in the entire continent at this time was unmatched for a while.

People will worship and give it without hesitation.

Calling out his name is a kind of highest worship and reverence for him.

Qin Molin's appearance is really suspicious of being lost and dominating.

At this time, people's eyes were attracted to him, but even fewer people paid attention to the battle situation between Ji Yun and Feng Xingying.

And Qin Molin really didn't shy away from suspicion, he was afraid that others wouldn't know that he liked Feng Xingying, so he simply stood under the gate of Kowloon City, which was the closest place to Kowloon Terrace, where Feng Xingying was located.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you to come home for dinner. Last time, I was wrong, I'll make you osmanthus pine nut fish, okay?"

Such a blatant discussion of going home for dinner is really very personal.

Originally, Qin Molin was dressed in black and wore a long cloak, giving people a very cold and arrogant, high-minded, and difficult to touch.