Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Zhizun said: "One hundred purple lucky flowers have been successfully picked, you can find a way to find these 100 people."

"100 people, only 100 people, how can this be snatched!" Someone yelled.

Fan Zhizun immediately said again: "The purple lucky flower was originally transformed from the old man's illusion, and the old man knew it was destroyed, but this is a matter of luck. It is their luck that the 100 people picked it early, but in order to give everyone another chance, then One hundred picked flowers will give off a pungent aroma, and you can search for these 100 people in the remaining time, and I believe that the disciples you get in the end will be the best."

"Ah, isn't that too cruel?" Someone felt sorry for those people.

"What cruelty? If they are not strong enough to protect Lucky Flower, they deserve it if they are robbed. If they are not strong enough and stubborn and refuse to hand it over, then they deserve it even more. So if you want to become the disciples of the three major esoteric sects, you should Stop talking, and go find them!" Qiu Wulian walked out slowly with Fantianluo in her hand, wearing a red dress with a variety of styles, it looked like a gorgeous painting, and Fantianluo was just as beautiful in her hands. Like weightless, it doesn't hinder her relaxed state at all.

Fan Zhizun turned his head to look over, and saw that his descendants were being carried by Qiu Wulian like this, and veins popped out of his forehead immediately.

Fan Tianluo looked up at her ancestor, showing a wry smile, wanted to speak but couldn't, because her neck was still pinched upside down by her clothes.

"Let her go!" Fan Zizhe's two fists were clenched together in an instant, and a roar came out of his mouth, and the sound suddenly shocked the whole world. The disciples ran away screaming, and the people from the three major esoteric sects were dumbfounded. What's going on?

"Her?" Qiu Wulian could see clearly that Fan Zhizun's evil eyes were staring at her fiercely, and the bloody mole between his eyebrows actually glowed red.

Qiu Wulian was so frightened that she let go of her hand, Fan Tianluo collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

"Qiu Wulian, you bitch, how dare you abuse my descendants of the Fan family?" Fan Zhizun unexpectedly burst out.

A total of six people came from the three major esoteric sects, each sect consisted of two people, both of whom were at the supreme level. When they heard Fan Xinghe swear, the eyeballs of their eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

Qiu Wulian looked down at Fantianluo, then at the enraged Fan Zhizun, and finally understood what was going on.

"Fan Xinghe, what do you mean? Even if I arrest your junior, you don't have to swear by someone as virtuous as you!" Qiu Wulian lost all face.

"Curse people? I still want to hit people! Xiao Luo is the only junior in my Fan family. If she loses a single hair, you will not be able to be buried with the entire Shenling Mountain!" He is the cold-faced King of Hades in hell.

"I don't know that she belongs to your Fan family! Fan Xinghe, you'd better be more polite. Others are afraid of you, but my mother is not afraid of you!" Qiu Wulian also said angrily. When he looked at him, he still felt a little moved, but he didn't expect that this guy turned out to be not human at all.

"I said you two, is this a misunderstanding?" Gui Buhui from the Palace of the Firmament hurriedly persuaded the fight, and at the same time looked at Fan Xinghe with some scruples. He didn't expect Fan Xinghe to dare to say such bold words!