The further you go south, the thinner the fire and light elements are.

"Grandma, I'm so cold." Bob, the berserker with his breasts exposed, rubbed his hands and kept venting the air conditioner.

"Parts, why don't you rest on the spot?" Yang Jian issued an initiative.

"I'll make popsicles for everyone," he said, taking out a bottle of cheese from his backpack.

"Wow", Xixi's eyes lit up immediately, and she drooled out of her mouth.

"Why are we almost frozen into popsicles?" Old Hans was covered in icicles, like a snowman.

"It's just that I have to eat ice cream in winter to have a flavor," Xixi jumped and looked expectant.

Yang Jian took out a small shovel and walked towards the icicles beside him.

"Well, this icicle looks good, just take some snow to make ice cheese."

Yang Jian was about to shovel over, but he saw two prism-shaped eyes in the icicle flashing.

A dark ray shot at Yang Jian's feet, and then an icicle stretched out from the ground, freezing him into a ball.

Yang Jian could not speak at this time, his hands and feet could not move, and his whole body was in a posture of shoveling snow.

"My God, my brother has been plotted against a few mouthfuls of snow."

He was immediately depressed.

The friends next to them were furious.

Hans rolled up his sleeves and walked around indignantly.

"Who is full and overwhelmed? How dare you come to plot against Brother Jian!"

Bob looked around, holding the sword and composes randomly.

The gunman looked around vigilantly and observed all suspicious enemy situations.

"You guys, save me first!"

Yang Jian kept scolding in his heart. These guys were too stubborn.

Qianxi looked at the icicle in front of Yang Jian curiously, and she trotted over.

Looking at the eyes inside the icicle, she took out her wand and muttered something.

"The lower elf Bing Nais, obey my call!"

I saw a shiny shackle appear in front of her, tying herself to the icicle.

When the shackle disappeared, the icicles suddenly broke open and a floating blue crystal came out.

Inside the crystals as bright as aquamarine, there are two eyes that look like black pearls.

"This is..." Bob's eyes widened, "The lower ice elves?"

"Xixi, how could you do the summoning technique?" Hans was also shocked.

I have never seen this little loli perform the summoning technique along the way. I saw it today, so shocking.

"Hmph", Xixi was a little proud, "I'm a two-type mage who is a battle summoned."

"Haha!", everyone was happy about this sudden good news.

"Sixi, you can do it!" Hans gave his thumbs up.

"Tsk tsk", Bob smacked his lips.

No one seemed to notice that Yang Jian was still trapped in the icicles, as frozen as an ice sculpture.

"Hey, these people," sharpshooter Feng scratched his head and took out the flamethrower.

The white-flame winged dragon in his hand emerged from a fierce flame storm, burning towards the icicles.

"Sizi", the ice quickly began to melt, and the rolling snow water drips drippingly flowed on the ground.

With a "pop", Yang Jian rolled to the ground.

He didn't say a word, his whole body stiffened, and seemed to have lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!