Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo and Mo Xingchen looked at each other, Fan Tianluo shrugged and smiled, while Mo Xingchen frowned and said, "What if we smoke together?"

"Let's fight!" Seeing his troubled face, Fan Tianluo laughed.

"I'm serious." Mo Xingchen was very entangled. He wanted to establish his prestige in Star Mang Valley and take this No. 1, but facing two-star martial saints like Zhuyue and Hailan, if he didn't use the sickle of life and death, although There are also sacred treasures, but it is still a bit risky to win.

But Fan Tianluo is different, he knows from her confident tone that she is sure to win, but if he and her face off first, if he loses, he will directly compete for the No.3 ranking, although with his age and strength It is already a perverted thing, but he is still not satisfied with such a result. If he wins Xiaoluo, Xiaoluo will lose. This is what he doesn't want, because he likes to see her so arrogant that it makes people want to beat her With her arrogant and confident appearance, Fantianluo like that is the most beautiful and lovely.

Thinking of this, Mo Xingchen realized that he was a little abnormal?

"Let's face each other, I'll admit defeat, after all, you are the young master, but I don't want you to face Zhu Yue." Fan Tianluo didn't care if she was first or third, but she was afraid that Zhu Yue would take the first place. The last thing she wanted to see.

"Do you think Miss Zhuyue will win against Lord Shanghai Lan?" Mo Xingchen frowned.

"Zhuyue will definitely win!" Fan Tianluo had a premonition, so she hoped that she would draw Zhuyue directly. Defeating Zhuyue was her biggest goal this time. Invisibly, she also turned Zhuyue into her The biggest enemy at this moment, that kind of hatred is deeply rooted. Although they were sisters in the previous life, they are the most incompatible relatives.

Mo Xingchen's handsome eyebrows suddenly frowned, and he looked at Fantianluo speechlessly, but he already believed Fantianluo's words in his heart.

On the opposite side, Zhu Yue looked at Fan Tianluo with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and then at the tangled Mo Xingchen. She was the first to walk up to Mr. Bai and took out a wooden stick with the word "two" written on it.

Hailan glanced at Mo Xingchen and Fantianluo faintly, then walked over and took out one, and it turned out to be one word.

"Ha! It seems that we won't match up." Fan Tianluo raised her eyebrows, but immediately she was worried that Mo Xingchen would meet Zhu Yue.

"Little Luo, you smoke first." Mo Xingchen said to Fan Tianluo.

Fan Tianluo glanced at the sneering Zhu Yue, then reached out and pulled out the wooden stick, on which was written a word.

In this way, Fan Tianluo met Hai Lan, and Mo Xingchen met Zhu Yue.

Fan Tianluo's complexion changed, while Mo Xingchen's handsome face suddenly darkened.

"Oh! Young Master Mo, we are really destined." Zhu Yue suddenly grinned at Mo Xingchen.

Mo Xingchen looked at Zhuyue coldly, and just about to say something, Fan Tianluo suddenly shook his head at him and said, "Xingchen, why don't you give up this match." The scythe of life and death is a must lose.

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned, but Zhu Yue giggled and said: "Fan Tianluo, are you afraid that your man will lose to a little woman like me?"

"I'm afraid of hurting Xingchen's hand, and I don't need Xingchen's hand to deal with you. I can deal with you more than enough." Fan Tianluo said coldly.

"Fantianluo! You are really brazen, you dare to say anything!?" Zhu Yue's voice was immediately filled with sharp anger.

"Yeah! So what if I dare to speak? Do you dare to fight me directly? Why don't we just change people and see who wins and who loses!?" Fan Tianluo's eyes were raised, her arrogance reached the extreme.