Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Seeing Fan Tianluo's speed, the Ninth Prince's expression immediately changed, and seeing the Ninth Princess panicked, he said, "This damn girl seems to be really capable."

"Hmph, no matter how capable you are, you can't be the opponent of the prince's elder brother." The ninth princess also has great confidence in her elder brother.

Sitting Mo Xingchen glanced at them with black eyes and snorted coldly.

Kong Xiaoqian also said nervously: "Brother Xingchen, can Xiaoluo really win?" She is the guarantor, if Fantianluo loses and cannot show top combat skills, she will probably be whipped to death by her grandfather.

"She will win." Zhan Fu calmly smiled.

Both Mo Xingchen and Kong Xiaoqian looked at him strangely, Kong Xiaoqian was puzzled and said, "Brother Zhan, why are you so sure?"

Zhan Fu smiled and said: "Miss Fan is a smart person, she won't fight uncertain battles, Brother Mo, are you right?"

Mo Xingchen raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth were slightly slanted. He looked at the pale green figure who was already standing on the ring, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, which seemed to be turbulent and at ease.

Seeing Mo Xingchen's charming handsome face, Kong Xiaoqian seldom smiled, and couldn't help feeling a little silly. She thought to herself, this girl Xiaoluo is really lucky, why didn't she know such a handsome man earlier?

"Cough cough cough." Zhan Fu coughed lightly, "Brother Mo and Miss Fan are childhood sweethearts?"

Mo Xingchen shook his head slightly, his black eyes were still looking at the bright figure with a hint of tenderness, as if there was only a single scene in his eyes.

Zhan Fu raised his eyebrows, looked at Kong Xiaoqian, Kong Xiaoqian smiled and said, "Xingchen likes Xiaoluo very much."

Mo Xingchen was taken aback, his handsome face was a little hot, but he didn't turn his head around, Zhan Fuming smiled.

On the arena by the lake, Huang Yurui laughed when he saw Fantianluo coming up: "Little girl, you are courageous enough, I don't know how old you are?"

Fan Tianluo turned the phoenix spear in her hand, turned her big eyes and said with a smile: "Xiao Luo is 12 years old, please be merciful, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Huang Yurui was stunned for a moment and then said in surprise: "12 years old? Then you are stronger than the ninth brother? This talent,?" Huang Yurui was secretly startled. He originally thought that Fan Tianluo was about 14 years old, but he didn't expect that he was two years younger. Years old, if such a perverted girl earns royal income in the future, it will be a stable and profitable business.

"Your Highness, this weapon of yours is a precious weapon. My Phoenix Feather Spear really can't compare with yours." Fan Tianluo showed a weeping face.

Huang Yurui saw that Fan Tianluo's Phoenix Feather Spear was not inlaid, which caused him to explode into machismo. He was four years older than her, and still using such a good weapon, it was a bit bullying.

"Little girl, why can't I see your true strength?" Huang Yurui was still very cautious, after all, he had bet money.

Fan Tianluo immediately erupted with fighting spirit, and a faint blue brilliance surrounded her, looking like a smart fairy.

"One-star Martial King?" Huang Yurui frowned, "Little girl, I am a two-star Martial King."

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness, if you don't use weapons, Xiao Luo can win you, do you believe it or not?" Fan Tianluo was about to cheat again.

"Oh? Are you going to use this non-nuclear gun?" Huang Yurui raised his eyebrows, obviously not convinced.

"I don't need a gun." Fan Tianluo coolly put the Fengling gun into the silver cup.

Huang Yurui saw that she was already in this position, and if he didn't show some masculinity, it would really hurt his prince's face, so he immediately laughed and said: "Okay! That prince doesn't need weapons!" Fang Tian put away the halberd.