Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fantianluo was in so much pain that her consciousness was a little fuzzy, but she knew that once she lost control, she would only be burned to death, so she desperately used her soul power to start a tug-of-war with the purple flame. Surrounded by soul power, she became well-behaved. This process lasted for nearly two hours, which shows Fantianluo's strong will.

At this moment, her body is completely numb from the pain, but seeing that Zi Huo has been controlled by herself, she feels a sense of accomplishment in her heart, and I don't believe that I can't handle you!

Stretching out a finger, his mind turned, and with a puff, a purple flame lit up from the fingertip.

"Haha." Fan Tianluo couldn't help laughing out loud anymore, she was so amazing, it was a great help when fighting with flames, and it was a unique skill of an alchemist, it was amazing.

After laughing wildly, she immediately sat cross-legged and practiced. Looking inside her body, she saw that the purple flame was flowing gently in her body. The skin and blood vessels that seemed to be scorched had returned to their normal pink flesh color, and she felt that the strength of her body seemed to have returned to normal. It has been strengthened a lot, and if you want to use this body to fight against a one-star martial king, you won't suffer a disadvantage.

For the next few days, Fan Tianluo didn't go to the alchemist's classroom, but Lan Zhe accompanied her in alchemy in the courtyard, while Mu Yu practiced combat skills in the opposite room of Lan Pei's instructor, and the two were regarded as companions.

The time was spent in Fantianluo's almost lifeless alchemy, and soon the one-month freshman competition was coming.

The night before the competition, Mo Xingchen asked Sima Huangyu to call her over, along with Mu Yu and Fan Wuxi.

Mo Xingchen was dressed in a black robe with gold thread, sitting on the main seat, his black eyes were deep and dark, and his handsome face was cold and unwavering, like a high-ranking emperor, with a domineering aura.The thin purple lips were slightly pursed, and her hands tapped her knees intentionally or unintentionally, appearing lazy and undisciplined.

"Master Mo, are you ready?" Fan Tianluo looked at his sophisticated and mature appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. This guy was only fifteen years old, but he already had the bearing and posture of a 25-year-old.

Mo Xingchen raised his black eyes slightly, stared at her smiling face, finally nodded and said: "Tomorrow's freshman competition, just to challenge the tenth gold medal senior Chen He, by the way, let's build a new school team for us Potential."

Fan Tianluo looked at him in surprise and said, "You mean you will definitely win?"

The corners of Mo Xingchen's mouth were coldly twitching, and the stars were shining in his beautiful black eyes. His appearance was really charming like a monster. Fan Tianluo was a little dumbfounded when he saw it. Damn, this damn boy is not just handsome.

"If I can't win, what am I doing for half a month?" Mo Xingchen smiled evilly at her, his eyes concealed determination, revealing a strong self-confidence.

Mu Yu with a cold face sneered and said: "You think highly of yourself too much. Senior Chen He has already been promoted to a four-star martial king a few days ago. Although you are a two-star spirit king, there is a possibility of fighting with monsters, but I don't think so. I am afraid that winning is too arrogant, you have quad-core weapons, and others also have quad-core weapons, if he is a three-star martial arts king, you still have hope of winning, but now? Difficult!"

"Four-star Martial King?" Fan Tianluo was taken aback, it seemed that that guy was indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Mo Xingchen's indifferent handsome face turned black in an instant, his eyes stared sharply at Mu Yu's colder handsome face, narrowed his eyes dangerously and said, "Do you want to make a bet?"