Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The instructor who was knocked off the stage could only smile wryly and shake his head. Although it was fine, he had to admit that Mo Xingchen had won the seventh ring. The first move of combat skills won the seventh ring, and he was completely capable of fighting against the master Lan Pei in the eighth ring.

Mo Xingchen lived up to everyone's expectations, and finally made it to the eighth ring. The atmosphere in the square suddenly reached its peak, and everyone on the rostrum was full of red faces, gearing up. Where can I find such a talented person? The five-star spirit king will go to the holy stage Almost a sure thing.If you win over your own family, it will be a great help.

"This kid." Huang Yurui was startled and full of admiration. He can win the seventh ring with the Seven Star Martial King and his weapons now, but if he wants to win the eighth ring, he feels that he is not sure. Seeing Mo Xingchen's calm look, It seems that he has a well-thought-out plan, is it true that he is not as good as him?

"Brother Huang, you must recruit Young Master Mo into the royal family." The ninth princess stared at the handsome man who looked like a god, her heart was beating wildly.

Huang Yurui nodded and said deeply: "I don't know if he is willing or not."

"Definitely willing, our royal family can give him the best resources, it would be too stupid if he doesn't want to." Ninth Princess immediately said.

"Do you think others don't have good resources?" Huang Yurui smiled wryly. He probably didn't know what cards the major powers would play in order to rob people. Although the royal family was the strongest, the great powers had the same profound background.

The Ninth Prince laughed and said: "Ninth Sister, don't be an idiot, even if Mo Xingchen is recruited by our royal family, he won't like you."

"Brother Jiuhuang, what nonsense are you talking about!" Princess Jiu blushed immediately.

Huang Yurui sighed and said, "It would be great if you could really keep him, but it's a pity that someone has already settled in his heart."

"It's not that dead girl!" The Ninth Prince chuckled, "I saw it three years ago, but only a perverted girl like Fan Tianluo is suitable for this dead boy."

"Hmph!" Huang Yurui snorted coldly, "Is this prince unworthy?"

"Uh!" Brother Jiuhuang immediately shrank his neck and said, "Yes, yes, but Brother Huang, he is close to the water."

"So what! Before they officially get married, I have hope! As long as I defeat Mo Xingchen!" Huang Yurui tightly clenched his hand into a fist.

The other partners who heard his words all pursed their lips, with expressions of gloating.

At this moment, warm applause erupted in the arena again. Mu Yu won the mentor in the sixth ring and advanced to the next level. Yao Lei and Du Heng behind him also advanced one after another. The competition became more and more fierce. They were all playing in full swing, making everyone dizzy watching.

"Xiaoluo, are you still going up?" Sima Huangyu asked eagerly.

Fan Tianluo rolled her eyes and said, "Do you think there is still room for me? What's the hurry!"

"Then how many rounds are you going to play!?" Sima Huangyu and the others were very curious about this question.

Fan Tianluo tilted her head, pursed her small mouth and said, "Let's see which of the last four comes down first."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched. These words are too good. Could it be that Mo Xingchen came down first, and she went directly to the eighth ring?

"Damn it! That damn Yao Lei, so fast!" Sima Huangyu glanced at the arena, and saw Yao Lei in the sixth ring, and his monster kicked the mentor away with three moves.