Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

But Fan Tianluo didn't expect Xingluo Stick to be so powerful. Originally, with her current internal strength, [-]% of the Heaven-shocking Art was at most equal to the seventh-level master Xuanwang, and it was impossible to kill the eighth-level master Xuanwang.

But the power of the Xingluo stick was far beyond her expectation, and she killed two people so easily, which gave her strong confidence, and she even felt that if she fought against Xuanshen, she might not lose.

The only downside is that these two overdrafts of her internal energy are really powerful, making her feel a little tired. Fortunately, the bodhi juice can quickly replenish her energy.

Fan Tianluo didn't dare to stay, and quickly returned to the Ding's mansion. Once back, she found that Patriarch Ding hadn't rested yet, and seemed to be waiting for her to come back.

"Xiaoluo, didn't Master Qiu send you back?" Patriarch Ding looked behind Fantianluo, but he couldn't see Qiu Fengluo, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"Master Qiu also left because of something urgent. Is the master grandpa waiting for Xiao Luo?" Fan Tianluo looked at him, and suddenly felt a twitch in his heart, a little understanding why he was waiting for her.

"It's okay. You did a good job in today's competition. You will get rewards when you go back. By the way, you can play in the county for three days tomorrow. You can go to Fuyuan Hall for more. Master Qiu is the young master of Fuyuan Hall. If you can It is a good thing for our Dingjiazhuang to have a good relationship." Ding Yinglie hoped that Fan Tianluo would know the seriousness of this matter, even if she could not become Qiu Fengluo's woman, at least they should have a good relationship.

Fan Tianluo was very happy with his confession, nodded and said: "Grandpa Patriarch, I understand."

"Well, then you should have a good rest." Ding Yinglie smiled and went into the room.

Fan Tianluo had just calmed down after returning to her room when the lights came on in the yard, and people moved around, making it lively.

She knew that word of the murder must have been reported, because the location was not far from here.

She washed up and went out, Ding Wenlan happened to come over and said: "Miss Xiaoluo, the owner told us to gather, it seems that something happened?"

"Oh? What happened?" Fantianluo pretended to be surprised.

Ding Hongxing suddenly appeared behind them and said coldly: "Did Qiu Fengluo not send you back?" He frowned while speaking.

Fan Tianluo raised her eyebrows and said, "No, when he was on the street, he left beforehand, and I came back by myself."

"That's strange." Ding Hongxing's eyes flashed, and he whispered and walked away.

"Master Hong Xing, what's the matter?" Fan Tianluo asked.

Ding Hongxing turned to look at her and said: "At the intersection of this street, two masters of the eighth level of King Xuan died. I thought it was Mr. Qiu who did it, but it seems not."

Fan Tianluo opened her mouth wide and said, "Why do you think it was Mr. Qiu who made the move?"

"The eighth level of King Xuan is all killed by one blow, and he has not used the power of elements, so it must be the master of Xuanshen who has such ability. Where is the Xuanshen on this street?" Ding Hongxing raised his eyebrows.

At this time, Ding Yinglie came out with a gloomy face, explained some things, told everyone not to move around, and then asked about Ding Qianjin's whereabouts.

Fan Tianluo was startled, she didn't notice why Ding Erye hadn't come back yet.

With a smile in his heart, this Ding Qianjin is an eighth-level master of Xuanshen, one level stronger than Qiu Fengluo, but he is nearly twice as old. Ding Yinglie is right to doubt his son, after all, Xuanshen on this street God is afraid that there are only him and Ding Jinjin.

"Grandpa, Dad and Brother Hong Wu went out again after they came back." Ding Hongxing replied, but his face was a bit ugly.