Brahma Luo looked up and saw that it was Fan Wuxi, who had the best relationship with her in the past few years, and immediately showed a soft smile, but this smile made the sound of inhalation all around.

It is really a woman in the Fanjia family who has just grown up, and she is very charming with a slight smile.

"Humph!" A cold snort sounded coldly, Brahma Luo didn't need to look at it to know that Lu Dao was Fan Xiaolin who hated her to the core, in the past seven years, she and her mother Lu Mei have not played tricks less, but Ximen Blowing Snow's reputation is too big, and they don't dare to go too far.

Today's Fan Xiaolin is thirteen years old, her body is well developed, and with the favor of her elders on weekdays, she is also slim, but the arrogant young lady's temper is increasing unabated.

She is now an eight-star spirit warrior, and her grades are good, which makes her proud enough. Of course, this is inseparable from the large amount of pills that the Fanjia smashed on her.

On the other hand, the fourteen-year-old Fan Wuxi, although he is not very old, is becoming more and more calm, looks a little honest, has a tall figure, a handsome face, and a big sword behind him, so he has the demeanor of a martial arts master.

Fan Wuxi's cultivation talent is not bad, and under the cultivation of his family, he is already a one-star great warrior. However, if he fights against Fan Xiaolin of the eight-star spiritual warrior, it is estimated that he will not be able to win, who is called Fan Xiaolin and a third-order demonic beast with a higher price than her.

Fan Xiaolin's demonic beast is the 'Purple Winged Four-Tailed Cat' that the head of the family personally went to the Great Forest of the Beast Prison to capture.

This magical beast can be regarded as precious and rare among many magical beasts, it has a pair of purple wings, and four large tails, and it is more than double the strength of the enemy.

Of course, the strength of the Warcraft is related to the strength of the master, the strength of the master increases, and the strength of the contract Warcraft will also increase, but if the strength of the Warcraft is higher than the master's level, it cannot take the master to advance.

Therefore, when you just contract Warcraft, it is best to find someone who is equivalent to your own strength, which is easier to control, although Fan Xiaolin's Warcraft strength is one order higher than herself, but it is the head of the Fanjia family who came forward to help her contract, so naturally there is no problem.

Brahma Luo didn't bother to pay attention to the proud peacock-like woman, her eyes swept over everyone's consistent beige clothes and the badge on her chest that marked the strength level, and her phoenix eyebrows raised slightly.

"Tianluo, why don't you wear family clothes?" Elder Yun looked at Brahma Luo and frowned slightly, because of Ximen Blowing Snow's name, although everyone was unwilling, they were also polite to Brahma Luo, and everyone knew that Brahma Luo was now a martial arts master, and everyone said that she was lucky with shit, and they all thought that it was Ximen Blowing Snow who gave her the Pulp Cleansing Pill.

Brahma Luo glanced at Elder Yun coldly and said, "No need, let's leave when people arrive." ”

"She doesn't think of herself as a member of the Fan's family, so Elder Yun shouldn't embarrass her." Fan Xiaolin's scathing words came out again, "With her straw bag, even if she has a master like Lord Ximen, she is a mud that can't be supported, a first-order seven-star martial artist, at this speed, she really has a face!?" ”

"Xiao Lin, how do you speak!" Fan Wuxi suddenly glared at Fan Xiaolin angrily.

"Brother Wuxi, what kind of evil are you, help her every time, don't forget, I am the most important successor of the family! How did she become a straw bale! Fan Xiaolin has been resentful of Fan Wuxi's attitude of not being interested in her for a long time.

"You! Shut up! Fan Wuxi's face turned red with anger, and Brahma Tianluo reached out to grab his arm, shaking his head slightly, but looking at Fan Xiaolin's gaze was gloomy and sharp.