Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Murongyin brought the purple lucky flower to her face, then wrinkled her nose, then took out a black thing from her bosom, and slowly applied it on the petals and roots, Fan Tianluo immediately felt the pungent aroma Gone, replaced by an unbelievable stench.

Damn, this guy actually carries the excrement of the beast with him, he is really convinced.

Fan Tianluo saw that he took out another piece of cloth, slowly wrapped the flowers smeared with manure, put it in the silver cup, then took out a bottle of water to wash his hands, and changed his clothes, completely ignoring his surroundings.

After finishing everything, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he looked around very easily, and darted towards Fan Tianluo's direction.

Fan Tianluo raised her eyebrows, she didn't think this guy had discovered her.

Sure enough, Murongyin didn't know that Fantianluo was hiding in the big tree, but quickly passed under the tree. The corner of Fantianluo's mouth curled up, and suddenly the shocking formula was activated, and internal force was emitted, and a palm hit the back of his head.

Murongyin didn't expect someone to sneak attack at all. When he realized it was too late, he just wanted to turn his head when he felt a pain in his head. He threw himself on the ground and lost consciousness all of a sudden.

Fan Tianluo appeared beside him with a smile on her lips, and kicked him to turn over, looking at the ring on his finger, with a hook of the Blood Moon Sword, the ring went directly into her hand, and her Blood Moon Sword fell into Murong's hand. Yin's body went back and forth several times, but in the end he didn't kill him, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder, and finally left directly.

It's not that she doesn't want to kill Murong Yin, it's just that it's too cheap to deal with him like this. She wants to let this guy who is not as good as a beast lose face and accept the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

What's more, Shen Guo's participating disciples don't know how many are left. For the sake of Ning Binglian and the others, she can't let Murongyin die first.

After Fantianluo left, she started looking for other lucky flowers, but she was not lucky. When the sun went down, she and Mo Xingchen and Mu Yu met under the heartbroken cliff. Mu Yu snatched two, and Mo Xingchen snatched three, so they had more six.

"Xing Chen, Mu Yu, have you met Xiao Liang, Kuang Xiaoyi and the others?" Fan Tianluo asked.

Both Mo Xingchen and Mu Yu shook their heads. The three of them spent the night in Yinzhan and went out to look for purple lucky flowers during the day. They spent the next ten days like this. They didn't kill anyone, but they didn't find many people with purple lucky flowers. When going to the exit one day, Fantianluo had ten purple lucky flowers on her body, and the pungent fragrance of the flowers could no longer hide it.

Many disciples who had been hiding all the time began to flock to the exit, while those disciples who had not gotten the purple lucky flower stayed at the exit. This would be their only chance.

Tens of thousands of people have practiced. On this day, Fan Tianluo saw that there were less than 3000 people left. It is not known whether those people left early or died in the experience.

Fan Tianluo searched and couldn't find Xiao Liang and the others, but found that many people approached her with greedy and cruel eyes. At this time, both Mo Xingchen and Mu Yu were in the silver cup, because she was the only one participating.

"Sister, the scent of flowers on your body is too stimulating." Xiao Shuang said in the silver cup.

Fan Tianluo smiled wryly. Before that, she asked Little Bodhi to cover it up with herbs, but the scent of too many flowers made it impossible to cover up after all. She didn't know how the ancestor was so miraculous that the flower could still reveal its fragrance in the ring.