Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo froze, feeling like her entire stomach was about to turn over.

Xiao Liang and the others even stared at Murong Yin with wide eyes in disbelief, wondering, is this man expressing his feelings for Fan Tianluo?Isn't he afraid that he is not qualified enough?

Xiao Liang was dumbfounded, thinking that he was also Xiao Xiang Fantianluo before, but after getting along with Fantianluo, he found that he was not good enough for her at all, and this Murongyin was even more self-reliant than him, which really made him admire up.

"Master Murong, the little princess is looking at you." Fan Tianluo's words immediately shocked Murong Yin's small thoughts, and quickly turned to look at Ning Binglian, Fan Tianluo's mouth curled into an evil smile .

Appreciating Murongyin's slightly discolored handsome face, a cold aura came straight towards her. When she looked up, she saw the chic and gentle Yin Fengxue walking towards her.

The smile on the corner of Fan Tianluo's mouth deepened, and she said with a coquettish smile, "Master Yin, how does it feel to be a trapeze person? The scenery in the dense forest is still very beautiful."

Yin Fengxue didn't expect that she would mock him as soon as she came up, so her expression turned cold, and she almost gritted her teeth and said, "Fantianluo, you are good enough!"

"Hehehe, Young Master Yin, you made a mistake. I don't grow any, I just like sneak attacks. It's really cool." Fan Tianluo covered her mouth and laughed.

After Yin Fengxue was stunned for a moment, his face was a bit ferocious, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "You shameless woman!" After saying that, he turned his head and walked away. He was afraid that he couldn't help but make a move immediately. He had already made up his mind to torture her to death.

"Hmph! Yin Fengxue, say shameless that no one can compare to you!" Kuang Xiaoyi immediately replied.

Yin Fengxue turned his head and looked at her with complicated eyes, and then he didn't speak, but snorted, with a look of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Kuang Xiaoyi ignored it, but looked at Fantianluo worriedly and said, "Xiaoluo, don't listen to him, don't take it to heart."

"Hehe, Xiaoyi, don't you understand me? I always listen to the words of a bitch." Brahma Luojiao laughed, and her voice didn't lower at all, so all 26 disciples heard it. Yes, those who know that they celebrate the festival are all gloating, but those who don't know hope that they will meet sooner and have a life-and-death battle.

At this time, the Eighth Prince came over and announced the rules of the competition. The 26 players stood according to their strengths. The fourth-level double element, and her third-level three-element was ranked in front of the fourth-level single element, which was basically reasonable, and Murongyin naturally became the last one.

The rules are simple, the lottery is a competition of luck and strength.In the process of cultivation, not only strength determines everything, luck is definitely a part of strength, and on this point, the three major esoteric sects and the ancestors all agree.

With 13 people fighting, Fan Tianluo won the number ten. She didn't feel any pressure on a fourth-level peak single-element disciple of the country, but when the other party looked at her, she didn't feel any pressure at all, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching .

Xiao Liang was unlucky. Although he didn't draw He Dayi and Yin Fengxue, he did draw Cai Jian, another five-level two-element practitioner, so he could only admit defeat bitterly. Of course, the 13 losers still had to fight to decide. ranked.