Grass bag evil phoenix dance for nine days

Chapter 115 Competition 2
Today, the air in Duyan City seems to be boiling, and the streets are crowded with people, noisy and lively.The warm sunlight shone on the central square of the city, making the huge building even more magnificent.

Fantianluo was stimulated when he entered the square. The square was full of 10,000+ people, and the black heads were like ants. The fiery atmosphere seemed to herald the early arrival of summer.

There are thousands of guards in the city lord's mansion, all of them are at the level of great warriors, wearing blue armor, majestic and majestic, maintaining order in the field, it seems that they are already familiar with it.

The rostrum was directly to the south, and it was a powerful force in Duyan City who could sit on it. Naturally, the eight giants were also included, and Fan Tianluo and his party quickly came to their seats.

Fan Tianluo looked at the large arena in the middle of the field, which was tens of meters high and hundreds of meters long and wide, and the corners of her eyes trembled unnaturally.

"The Meng family is here." Fan Wuxi's voice came from next to his ear.

Fan Tianluo turned her head away, because the two ranked No. [-] and No. [-] among the eight giants, their positions were only separated by a two-person aisle, and the enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and cursed from time to time.

"There are quite a few people from the Fan family today." Meng Kun, the Patriarch of the Meng family, clasped fists at Fan Guqun with a fake smile on his face, and then looked sharply at the pretty Fan Tianluo.

"Where is it, it is not as young and strong as your Meng family." Fan Guqun also clasped his fists and smiled, "It seems that there are quite a few young people participating in the Meng family today."

Meng Kun looked away from Fan Tianluo's face, frowned slightly, and then said hypocritically: "Hope is always placed on young people. It seems that the Fan family doesn't participate much this year, which is a bit dangerous." gone."

His words immediately aroused angry stares from the youths of the Fan family, and even Fan Guqun couldn't hold back his smiling face.

"Patriarch Meng has never heard of it. Isn't it more expensive to be a soldier than a lot? If there are too many people, it's just a smack." Fan Tianluo said with a chuckle.

Meng Kun's expression turned ugly immediately, and Meng Xiner, who had been staring fiercely at Fan Tianluo behind her, sneered and said, "Miss Seven really thinks highly of yourself."

"Whether you look down on me or not is a matter of course, but you, I really look down on you!" Fan Tianluo's pretty face turned gloomy.

"You!" Meng Xiner leaned forward, her eyes full of vicious hatred.

Meng Kun grabbed her back, smiled at Fantian Luopi and said, "Then let's see what kind of skills the former Idiot Seventh Miss of the Fan family has."

"Master Meng is polite, you will see." Fan Tianluo smiled very kindly, as if talking to an old friend, but the coldness in her eyes made people shiver.

Meng Kun narrowed his eyes, and led a group of people around to enter their seats.

There was a smile on Fan Guqun's old face, and it was the first time that Fan Tianluo was so talkative, and he was really old and dazed.

The Fan family laughed constantly, and the atmosphere of the Meng family was obviously very depressed.

"Xin'er, this girl is not simple." After sitting down, Meng Kun lowered his head to talk to Meng Xiner, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Meng Xiner said angrily: "I said she was not easy, but this time she snatched the Temporary Ascension Pill, and with her own strength, I don't have the confidence to win."

Master Meng shrank his pupils and said: "It seems that I underestimated this girl, but if it's really not good at that time, you can use that hole card. As long as she dies, it doesn't matter if we use despicable means. Anyway, the Fan family will be in the future." Being trampled on." As he spoke, the evil smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.

"But Dad, in front of so many people?" Meng Xiner looked at the high platform in the middle of the rostrum, and on it was the upright Lord Sima Qing, a group of high-ranking powerhouses of the City Lord's Mansion, and the guest seats. The union president and some powerful people with high prestige.

(End of this chapter)