Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The atmosphere in the square was lively and there were a lot of discussions. They were divided in half towards Fantianluo's victory, but when the elders announced that Fantianluo won, they had no objections anymore. The most important thing is that Fan Tianluo did defeat Yao Lei. Some sensible people naturally know that in a real confrontation, this already means that Yao Lei will only be beheaded by Fan Tianluo if he continues to fight.

"Yao Lei's own strength is too weak, and his determination is not enough. Otherwise, Fan Tianluo would definitely not be able to succeed in a sneak attack!" People with strength nodded one after another. In the end, it's a pity that he was made impetuous by Fan Tianluo, and the monster's nature was revealed under the influence of Yao Lei, so he got the fatal move.

Fan Tianluo put away the Ziyun Needle and stepped off the stage with a smile on her face, while Yao Lei was helped by her mentor to step down from the stage. Fan Tianluo won a qualifying match!

Immediately, the audience applauded thunderously, howling rushed into the clouds, and the shouting was even more deafening.

"Long live the master of the Brahma sect! The Brahma sect is mighty!" All members of the Brahma sect shouted excitedly.

"The Brahma Gate is mighty!" The Brahma Gate was full of excitement, which made many students who were not from the Brahma Gate envious.

"This purple cloud needle is really powerful, and I will make some in the future, hehe." A female student said with a charming smile.

"I'm going to build it too!" The female students chirped excitedly, feeling that Fan Tianluo was so handsome even in a sneak attack just now.

And this time, Brahma Luo used the Ziyun Needle as a concealed weapon openly and aboveboard, which also affected the rise of such weapons in the Honggu Continent for a long time, but most of them were used for self-defense by women.

Fan Tianluo doesn't care what is despicable or not, anyway, she won No.1, the prize is hers, she is not yet able to refine the holy pill, now there is a real comparison, it will be of great help to her improvement as an alchemist in the future little help.

The whole square was hot, and the wave of excitement never receded for a long time.

The 15-year-old Fantianluo actually topped the Holy Academy Millennium Ranking. This kind of honor is unique. You must know that although Wang Yi, who was the top of the list before, had been on the list for hundreds of years, he was already 20 years old when he made it to the top. Fantianluo He was five years younger than him. With such a talent, he couldn't be described as a genius. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as perverted or monstrous.

And after this battle, Fantianluo's name will surely become popular in the entire Dongxun country.

With the end of the group arena, the alchemist and the weapon refiner will come on stage next, but they don't have to compete, but go directly to the stage wearing badges. The main thing is to let the outside forces see their faces. There are only twelve people, and no one dares to pretend casually.

So when Fan Tianluo stepped onto the ring again wearing the badge of a middle-ranked alchemist, the exclamation was even crazier than when she won No. 1 just now, and Mo Xingchen wore the badge of a low-ranked alchemist When she was by her side, the whole place suddenly became a little strangely quiet.

In fact, Mo Xingchen didn't want to expose it, but because he was going to graduate, as the students' feedback to the academy, everyone had to show their strengths, and it was also to let everyone know how good the students trained by the Holy Academy were, so under the watchful eyes of the elders and mentors, , he can only go on stage.

"My God, are these two monsters?" Someone whispered.

"I'm dead, how can God be so unfair!"

"People are more popular than dead people!"

"Perverted! Too perverted!"

The elders on the rostrum looked at these two amazingly talented students, and they couldn't help but twitch their lips. They didn't expect that after a thousand years, the Holy Academy would usher in the most glorious year.