Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Everyone booed, but all cultivators felt that Murongyin was capable of bending and stretching, and felt that even if he went up to challenge, he would definitely be the one who lost the worst, so they might as well admit defeat automatically.

After bowing to everyone, Murong Yin directly exited the field, his face was not disappointed, on the contrary, there was a hint of joy, because he believed that he had already attracted the attention of the three major tantric sects, so it should be no problem to join one of them.

The Eighth Prince was a little disappointed. After all, only Fantianluo and Murongyin were left in Quanguo. Now that Murongyin voluntarily surrendered, he would not be able to enter the top ten. He felt that Quanguo was a bit unlucky this year. Geniuses like Xiao Liang and Lan Yichen were lucky. Not good, they all met too strong opponents in the third game and were eliminated.

The remaining five looked at Murongyin with contempt, obviously they didn't want to retreat without a fight, so they were the first to come out and said, "I want to challenge Miss Fan."

Suddenly, the veins on Fan Tianluo's temples twitched.

"I also want to challenge Miss Vatican!" The second person also hurriedly said, afraid that he would not be able to challenge the same person later.

"Me too!" said the third person.

"I also want to challenge Miss Vatican." The fourth person scratched his head shyly.

"Then let me challenge Miss Vatican too!" the fifth person said with a little hesitation.

Among the top seven challenged, except for Fan Tianluo who looked a little ugly, the other six people including Yin Fengxue burst into laughter after being stunned. No one expected such a result. Fan Tianluo was clearly the strongest among the seven. Worse.

The Eighth Prince was a little annoyed and said, "What are you laughing at! This is a martial arts arena, be serious!"

The six people held their breath immediately. Although they were all elites from various countries, they did not dare to disrespect the referee, the Eighth Prince.

After the Eighth Prince scolded the six people, he turned around and said coldly to the five people who chose Fan Tianluo: "Are you bullying women? Choose her all? Are you fighting with wheels?"

"Eighth Prince, can't you choose at will?" A disciple said tremblingly.

"But there is no one of you five! I have to ask the rules!" The Eighth Prince immediately flew up to the rostrum and explained the matter. Fan Xinghe's face turned black, and these men dared to bully his baby. Is it really easy to bully the children and grandchildren who still choose a little girl?

"Hehehe, I really didn't expect it, Fan Zhizun, there is actually no illegal rule, but it is indeed a bit unfair for the little girl to fight against five people at once. Why don't you let her have a cup of tea in the middle of each match?" Qiu Wu Lian said with a smile.

Fan Xinghe glanced at her sharply, and said with a sneer: "No need, since the rules have been set early, there is no need to change them. I believe that the little girl will not disappoint me."

Fan Xinghe had actually heard Xiao Li tell him that Fan Tianluo had already made a decision, so he didn't have to be embarrassed or get angry.

The Eighth Prince was surprised and said: "Master Guoshi, this, this is not fair to our Quanguo."

Fan Xinghe smiled at him and said, "No problem, you can go."

The Eighth Prince could only go down with a wry smile, and told Fan Tianluo that the rules above remained unchanged, and she had to fight five rounds.

The jeers from Yin Fengxue and the others came out again, and Fan Tianluo walked into the arena with a slight smile and said loudly: "No need, the five of them will go up together, I don't have so much time to babble!" The light of the element lights up, clasping both hands, forming a three-color round fairway, "If there is still one of you five standing in the field after the ball explodes, I will lose!"