Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

On the rostrum, the Ninth Prince looked at Fan Tianluo's pale yellow figure and couldn't help but sneer and said: "Why is this damn girl so rude!"

Huang Yurui snorted and said: "You are so rude, that guy is too arrogant, the prince wants to scold him too!" His words caused everyone to roll their eyes.

The Ninth Prince was not afraid of death and said with a thief smile: "Brother Huang, in your eyes, it's delicious for this dead girl to fart, right?"

The corner of Huang Yurui's mouth twitched, and he said solemnly: "It seems that three years of etiquette is not enough for you! Go back and study for another year!"

"Ah! Don't!" The Ninth Prince wanted to cry now. Since he was afraid of losing money and ran away three years ago and lost the face of the royal family, it has been his nightmare for three years. After the prince returned to the palace, he was sent. The four old men bombarded him with fatigue every day, and it was almost worse than death.

The Ninth Princess was very happy, looking at the Ninth Prince gloatingly, thinking that this guy is still not good at learning, Fantianluo's status has been deeply ingrained in the prince's heart, so it's nice to fart, but she really envies Fantianluo, She can do whatever she wants without sticking to the world, which makes her admire such a stunningly talented woman.

Fortunately, the conflict was not too big back then, and under the mediation of the prince, everyone became friends. Now I think about it, I am very lucky.

At this moment, Yao Lei on the stage turned red with anger from Fan Tianluo's words, and angrily said: "Huh! Don't be ashamed, I don't think you can pass the eighth ring!" His sinister eyes revealed his hatred.

Fan Tianluo shrugged, walked in front of him calmly and said, "Really? Do you want to make a bet? I am very interested in your monster, and its magic core must be very good."

"What! You!" Yao Lei was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Back then, Mo Xingchen killed his green-scaled electric armor wolf and took the magic core to make him hate it to the bone. This time, Fantianluo stepped on the old wound again. Do you really think that Yao Lei is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch?

"What? Don't dare to gamble? If you don't dare to gamble, just shut up for me, chirping like a bitch! You're too embarrassed!" Fan Tianluo spat in contempt, then turned around and walked to the middle of the stage.

Yao Lei's face was like a palette, green, red, black and white intertwined. Seeing the laughter all around him, he found that he hated Fan Tianluo more than Mo Xingchen. This damned woman, he will definitely let her nice!

A mentor leaped up from the eighth stage, still an eight-star martial king, because there are not many eight-star martial kings in the academy, and this one is actually a nine-star martial king, so the instructor laughed as soon as he came up: "Fan Tianluo, the strength of this old man At the nine-star junior level, it has surpassed the level of the ring, so as long as you force the old man to take three steps back, you will win!"

"Wow!" The surrounding shouted again. I don't know if it is too simple or too difficult. After all, the eight-star martial king and the nine-star martial king are completely different concepts, and Lan Pei, who is fighting against Mo Xingchen, belongs to the eight-star martial arts. At the pinnacle, Yao Lei was also at the eight-star peak level, but compared with the nine-star junior level, the gap was still huge. Everyone knew that the higher the level, the harder it was to overcome. Although it sounded small, the difference in strength was huge.

Fan Tianluo frowned slightly, touched her chin with her little hand, finally raised her head and smiled and said: "It seems that the students can only go all out, tutor, please advise!" After finishing speaking, Fan Tianluo walked slowly to the tutor three Stop a few meters away.

"Little girl, don't try to sneak attack the old man with your soul power, the old man won't be fooled."