Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Mu Yu still looked at the troubled Fantianluo and said, "Xiaoluo, what do you think?"

Fan Tianluo raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, let's decide together later. Fifth Elder, isn't the academy recruiting Mu Yu?"

The Fifth Elder smiled wryly and said, "It's not that we don't want to recruit, it's because we can't produce holy treasures or six-core weapons, so Mu Yu probably wouldn't consider it either."

"Oh? Are the college's resources so poor?" Fan Tianluo's eyes widened, a little disbelieving.

"Among the five of you, we will try to keep one, so we can only provide a good resource, so we won't grab Mu Yu." The fifth elder turned his eyes on the faces of Fan Tianluo, Mo Xingchen and Lu Li, with a lot of meaning.

Fan Tianluo and Mo Xingchen looked at each other. It seems that the academy wants an alchemist or a weapon refiner. It is true that the ten elders of the academy are all very strong, but they are not as good as the three outside powers in other respects, such as the royal family. There is a distinguished-grade alchemist and a holy-grade weapon refiner, but there is no distinguished-grade alchemist in the academy.

After the fifth elder finished speaking, he turned his head and smiled loudly, walked in front of Yao Lei and let him stand out, and said to the rostrum: "This is Yao Lei's student, but the two-star spirit king has a fourth-rank and eight-star monster with tyrannical combat power. , everyone can make a condition."

The few people above all looked at each other, and discussed with the people around them, but the result was that the conditions were worse than Mu Yu's, because they were not idiots. If Yao Lei didn't have this magical beast, he would be much weaker than Mu Yu, and now he The magical beast is injured, and it needs a high-grade elixir to treat it.

Yao Lei's face was ugly, but he didn't say a word. After everyone's conditions were reported, he directly chose the Diyanmen. The speed was so fast that he didn't think about it at all, which surprised Fantianluo and Mo Xingchen.

The second elder of Diyanmen laughed and asked Xue Linyun to go down to communicate with Yao Lei.

"The next one is Mo Xingchen's student, the five-star spirit king plus king-grade low-level weapon refiner." As soon as the fifth elder finished speaking, the audience seemed to prick up their ears.

Diyan Sect stood up first this time and said: "Student Mo Xingchen, our Diyan Sect is willing to let you sit as the deputy head of the sect. You can choose two kinds of holy pills, six-core weapons, holy-level intermediate combat skills, and king-grade treasures."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience erupted. These conditions were much better than those of the previous students.

"Second Elder, isn't Qian Gui the deputy head of your Diyan Sect?" Xu Yingjiao smiled, "Is it possible to dismiss Mr. Qian?" Xu Ying's voice was not too loud, but it could be heard by everyone in the square , she herself is a five-star martial king.

"Cough, cough, miss Xu, I don't know, Mr. Qian has been practicing in closed doors, so he is actually just a nominal deputy sect master. The sect master is too busy to manage such a large Diyan sect alone. If Young Master Mo can join our Diyan sect , that will definitely bring our Flame Sect to a higher level." The second elder looked at Mo Xingchen on the ring with fiery eyes.

"Hmph, our royal family hasn't given out the conditions yet! Student Mo Xingchen, our royal family produces holy pills, holy treasures, six-core weapons, holy-level advanced combat skills, one imperial secret mirror to enter the quota, and choose three out of five. When you join the royal family, your status is even more comparable to this prince! If something happens in Dongxun country, our royal family will do our best to support you!" His Royal Highness the prince stood up majesticly and authentically.

There was a commotion in the audience, looking at Mo Xingchen with envy and hatred, and Yao Lei who was already in the audience clenched his fists and gritted his teeth angrily.

The corner of Mo Xingchen's mouth curled into a smile, and he stared at Huang Yurui, who was also looking at him with shining black eyes.