Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The Promise Peak Life and Death Stage was full of people, hearing the news, the Promise Peak disciples who came to join in the fun were very excited.

Some people couldn't bear their temper and started a bet on the spot, using Mu Fan's few tricks to lose the bet, which attracted many people to watch.

Mo Beichen stood with his arms around his chest, eyes closed, and stood in the middle of the stage of life and death. His tall and mighty body was as tall as an iron tower, and just one glance made people feel intimidated.

"Why didn't Mu Fan come here? Could it be that he was scared to pee by Brother Mo's reputation and didn't dare to come?"

"Hmph, as cowardly as he is, he deserves to be a shrinking turtle."

"That's right, Senior Brother Mo is number eight on the Qianlong list. What is he, Mu Fan? A person who has never been on the Qianlong list has the courage to hurt our Wuji Peak disciples."

"If he dares not come, let's kill him at the Peak of Brutality and cut off one of his arms first."

*

"Shh, here he comes."

The noise of the crowd stopped suddenly, and the Wuji Peak disciples who heard the movement all looked at the Tongtian Stone Pillar in front of the Stage of Life and Death.

A graceful figure came with a sword, landed on the platform of life and death, and walked up the steps slowly.

As he stepped up to the stage of life and death step by step, countless complex and difficult eyes were glued to his body, and the sound of nervous panting could be heard quietly.

"I'll go, he really dares to come."

"Fortunately, we arrived in time, so we rushed at the Wuji Peak group. This attitude really broke his heart. If he came alone, what is the difference between him and his death?"

Not far from the Terrace of Life and Death, in a dark corner covered by the sky-reaching stone pillars, Jinghong and the others were all dressed in the attire of Wuji Peak disciples, and they faced each other in silence.

"Xiao Shui'er is in his arms."

Tianhuo sat on Jinghong's shoulders, her two pink legs were swinging happily, and her big bright eyes accurately caught Xiao Mitao.

"Bad guys, big villains, Xiao Shui'er helps dad beat the bad guys."

Xiao Mitao hid in Mu Fan's clothes, and when she heard the slander from the Wuji Peak disciples, she pursed her lips in displeasure.

"No, they're going to do something, get Xiao Shui'er out first."

Jinghong suddenly hid his figure and turned into an invisible dagger, as fast as lightning, flew to Mu Fan without anyone noticing, and returned with a small peach wrapped around him.

Mu Fan frowned slightly, as if he had sensed something, he glanced at the hiding place where Lin Jinyang and others were hiding, then calmed down and fought with all his strength.

Without the stupid and cute little peach getting in the way, he can also put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrate on fighting the enemy.

"Mu Fan, since you dare to come, you should understand the rules of the stage of life and death. Once on the stage of life and death, life and death are at the mercy of fate, and you will never die."

When Mo Beichen heard the movement, he opened his eyes, condescendingly ignored his opponent, and looked at Mu Fan from head to toe with contempt, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"No need to talk nonsense, just accept the move!"

Mu Fan's face remained unchanged, the long sword was out of its sheath, and in the blink of an eye, a figure as fast as a dragon flew up into the air, and the sharp point of the sword pierced Mo Beichen's heart.

"Well done!"

Mo Beichen turned his palms into shields, and drew a halo of rune surges in the air, blocking Mu Fan's attack.

Mu Fan tossed backwards, without the slightest pause, the flying sword spun sharply in the air, roaring away with overwhelming force.

"Roar!"

Mo Beichen's eyes froze, his fists clenched, and the phantom of a flying tiger appeared behind him.

The huge tiger head roared angrily, and the huge tiger claws raised high, and slapped Feijian with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"Shhhhhh..."

Sparks flew, and the tiger claws and the flying sword collided violently in the air, rubbing off dazzling sparks.

https://

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second:. Chasing Book Artifact Bar Novel Network mobile version reading website: