Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo sneered contemptuously and said, "Do you need six people? One is enough!" As he spoke, he stepped out, and a beam of three-color light flew out from the tip of his toe, kicking at the man like a shooting star.

Everyone saw that the man's two-color light collided with Fan Tianluo's three-color light, but then there was a shrill scream, and then, the man flew up high and threw it directly towards the entrance.

By the time he landed, his whole body had already slammed heavily into the dirt outside the entrance, the ground shook and dust flew up.

"Let's go!" Fan Tianluo flicked her long hair, and with an evil smile on her lips, she led the five of them towards the exit in a chic manner.

Some disciples who thought the same as the disciples of the country were dumbfounded, all silent, watching this scene in disbelief.

"He Hen of Pan Kingdom is a fourth-level dual-element cultivator, a general of one, no way! Is this woman a monster?"

"It's too scary." Someone murmured, "Fortunately, we didn't do anything."

"The descendants of Fan Zhizun are indeed not ordinary people. This woman is probably No. 1 this time."

"That's not necessarily true, isn't there Yin Fengxue from Hengguo?"

"Why are you still standing there, hurry up and grab those six flowers! Otherwise, you will have to sit on the viewing platform." Someone roared angrily from the other side.

This group of talents recovered from their panic and joined in the process of scrambling.

Fan Tianluo led the five people out of the exit, and no one stopped them. As soon as they came out, several voices rang out excitedly at the exit.

"Miss Vatican!"

"Sister Fan!"

"Little Luo!"

"Big brother!"

"Xiaoyi!" It turned out that the Eighth Prince and a group of people who had gone out earlier were waiting for Fan Tianluo and others to come out.

We haven't seen each other for a month, and everyone is very happy, especially the six Fantianluo, who all have a purple lucky flower. After registration, a group of people left, because the official competition is tomorrow morning.

The Eighth Prince took everyone to the largest restaurant in Quanguo to celebrate. A group of people were chattering and talking endlessly.

"Sister Fan, where is Master Mu Yu, why don't you see him?" Ning Binglian and Lu Qianqian also came together.

"This kid came out early, and he'll be here later." Fan Tianluo smiled after being taken aback, she didn't expect Ning Binglian to care about Mu Yu so much, she secretly smiled.

Mu Yu in the silver cup was looked at by Mo Xingchen with a teasing look, and his handsome face blushed immediately and said: "Don't think about it, I don't like this woman, I only like Xiaoluo! It will never change."

Mo Xingchen's handsome face turned dark and he said, "Are you looking for a beating?"

"Even if you beat me up, I'll say the same thing." Mu Yu said coolly after finishing speaking, "I'm going out, I can sit with Xiaoluo, you can be a puppet here."

Mo Xingchen looked at his back and squinted his mouth, but there was a hint of worry on his face. It is not easy to change Mu Yu's heart, but although he has a physical body, after all, Linglong heart has not yet been obtained, and he cannot predict what will happen in the future. If he really can't pass a hundred years, then he really hopes that Mu Yu can take care of Xiao Luo, because there is no one who cares about Xiao Luo more than Mu Yu, so even if he dies, he can die with peace of mind.

But on the other hand, if he finds Linglongxin, it will be very painful and cruel for Mu Yu to be devoted to Xiaoluo, but he doesn't want to share Xiaoluo with him, so what should he do?

Although it was very lively outside, Mo Xingchen looked at Mu Yu and became entangled.