My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 1911

How can she say that she is also a monk at the peak of foundation building? The little girl despises her so much.

Who does she think she is, friar Jindan?

"Since you say so, I'll see how capable you are."

Ziyan said, and her body flew towards Bingling.

The next second, the ice spirit withdrew, as fast as lightning.

What a fast speed!

Ziyan was shocked.

She had no idea that the other party was so fast.

Ziyan's arrogance came up, and her body became a residual shadow and quickly chased after her.

She is fast and the other party is fast. The distance between them is always about 100 meters.

In the twinkling of an eye, they were already several dozen kilometers away.

"It seems that you have made too slow progress in recent years." Bing Ling shook his head: "well, I'll stand still and see if you can do it."

Contempt, absolute contempt.

Ziyan's face turned red and she was really angry.

She was preparing to approach. At the next moment, a drum of strong ice and snow melted and burst out from each other.

"Ice, absolute field!" Bingling drank loudly.

White hair, floating up, looks domineering,

The next moment, with her as the center, the ice and cold spread in all directions.

In just a few seconds, within a few kilometers, it will become an ice and snow world.

What a terrible absolute field.

This range, this intensity, is definitely not what the foundation friar can display.

She is friar Jindan.

Ziyan's face could not hide her shock. She stared at the body that hadn't completely grown up a hundred meters away and couldn't speak for a long time.

She finally understood why the other party was so arrogant, because they had arrogant capital at all.

"I keep my word and stand still. As long as you can get within 100 meters of me, I'll go back with you."

Bing Ling thinks this bet is really interesting. At present, he controls the cold of ice and snow and arches a one meter high ice wall 100 meters away. In this way, the other party can know the distance.

"As long as you can step into the ice wall, you win." Bing Ling smiled

"That's what you said."

The other side's strength is terrible. If it's just a fight, Ziyan knows she's definitely not an opponent, but it's not impossible if she's close to 100 meters.

She burst out a strong vitality, displayed her true yuan protection and approached the ice wall.

"Ice and cold."

Bingling controls the snowstorm and sweeps towards Ziyan. The powerful force makes Ziyan unable to move.

Ziyan gritted her teeth and approached step by step against the bitter wind and snow.

One, two, three.

Before the blink of an eye, it was only a few meters from the ice wall.

Ziyan drank loudly and was ready to rush into the ice wall.

At the next moment, Bingling drank, the wind of ice and snow increased, and the ice and snow sealed the sky.

Only heard a bang, Ziyan's body was directly hit and flew out.

Or ice Ling's men to stay, or she must be seriously injured.

"Unfortunately, it's a little short." Bing Ling smiled.

Ziyan got up, took a breath, bit her teeth and made a second attack.

Like the previous time, she almost went in and was immediately blown out by the cold wind and snow.

Next, she attacked again and again, and the final results were the same, with no success.

Now she knew that the other party was playing with her.

"Again, again, almost." Bing Ling smiled.

Bingling is only 14 or 15 years old and has a childlike heart. Girls of this age are the most fun.

These days, Bing Ling has been searching all day. She's so bored. Now it's not fun to meet a familiar person.

"Don't play with you, you haven't tried your best." Ziyan gets up.

"How do you know?" Bing Ling asked.

"If I don't know, isn't it hopeless?" Ziyan clapped her hands and asked, "can you tell me who your master is?"

"Hee hee, guess."

"I just couldn't guess before I asked you." Ziyan said.

Facing this 14-year-old girl who is almost like a demon, Ziyan was shocked. Judging from the situation she fought with the little girl, only the leader of the whole Tianjian sect could win her. As for her own master, immortal Lieyang and Zhao Wuwei, the three friars in the early days of Jindan, they could not be her opponents. She really wants to know who is the saint with such amazing men.

"I won't tell you. Don't ask." Bing Ling smiled.

It was not that she refused to say, but that she dared not say, because she was afraid that her master would be angry.

"Your master must be inferior to you, so you're afraid that others will know and lose face?" Ziyan asked tentatively.