Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Seeing Ding Wenliang asking for advice, Fan Tianluo could only scratch her head in embarrassment and said, "I don't want to be hit by you, so I just dodge. I dodge instinctively. This shouldn't be considered a move."

Ding Wenliang was stunned, then smiled and said: "Miss Xiao Luo is really a hero among women, Wen Liang lost." After speaking, he cupped his fists and walked away.

Fantianluo squinted her mouth and looked at everyone. There were still several pairs fighting, and many people looked at her in disbelief, which made her a little embarrassed. At this time, Ding Qiancheng over there said loudly: "Xiaoluo, come here!" Here."

Fan Tianluo walked under the big tree, Patriarch Ding looked at her more appreciatively and said: "Little Luo, you are already on the tenth level of Xuanshi, watching the duel training of these Xuanwang boys in front will help you to level up. "

"Yes, thank you, Grandpa Patriarch." Fan Tianluo nodded happily, her gaze had already turned to this side, seeing the mist of various colors colliding and blasting non-stop, which made her feel kind. Qi seems to be similar, the difference is that one has light and the other has no light.

Ding Qiancheng walked up to her and pointed her out for a while, and finally said to a serious and cold-looking young man: "He is Ding Hongxing, the most powerful of the three generations of disciples, the ninth level of King Xuan."

Nading Hongxing had no one to fight with him, so he stood coldly alone, and when he felt that someone was looking at him, he also turned his head and saw Fan Tianluo's gaze. He narrowed his eyes, and a look of disdain appeared on his face color.

Ding Hongxing looks more handsome than his elder brother Ding Hongwu, but the proud look on his face makes Fan Tianluo not flattered, but he also has the capital of pride, besides him, the most powerful one is another The collateral disciple, the 30-year-old Xuanwang seventh rank.

In this way, the 20-year-old Xuanwang ninth level is indeed amazingly talented, and Fan Tianluo, the 23-year-old Xuanshi tenth level, even if he has dual attributes, but in the eyes of this genius, he is nothing.

Fan Tianluo smiled, not affected by Ding Hongxing's contemptuous gaze, watching the battles between other Xuan Kings seriously, with an extreme longing in her heart, hoping that she could rush to the Xuan King stage soon.

Suddenly there was a cry of pain from behind, and a thin-looking man was knocked to the ground by the opponent, with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, while the boy who looked much younger than him had a sneer on his face.

"Ding Xiaobao, are you still a man, and you want to cry?" A moderate voice came into Fan Tianluo's ears.

Fan Tianluo's eyes froze immediately. Ding Xiaobao was the child that the third elder of the Ding family told her to take care of. He was 15 years old this year, but only at the third level of Xuanshi.

, is regarded as the lowest talent in this martial arts training ground.

"Ding Xiaotao, you bastard, you're lying!" Ding Xiaobao jumped up angrily, the pain was so painful that it made people shed tears, "It's agreed not to slap your face, you are despicable."

"Fart! You never tire of cheating when fighting! You're just stupid." Ding Xiaotao was only ten years old, but he was also a third-level Xuanshi, and he was also a disciple of the collateral line.

"You!" Ding Xiaobao's face was all swollen on one side, and he was trembling with anger, but then he shook his hands and said unwillingly, "I admit defeat." After speaking, he left.

Fan Tianluo narrowed her eyes, quickly said something to Ding Qiancheng, and then ran towards Ding Xiaobao, leaving Ding Qiancheng a little confused.