Dou Po: The down-and-out sect, sign in with Dou Di Ancestor

Chapter 155 Sifang Pavilion Tournament ([-])

"My lord, is our Sifang Pavilion meeting still going on?"

Back on his seat, Pavilion Master Xi cupped his fists and said.

"Open, why not open, continue to open, and nothing special happened."

The old god Lei Zun said.

"Yes, Your Honor."

The Master of the West Pavilion was silent for a while and then replied in a deep voice.

"In my name, Venerable Lei, I announce the official start of the Sifang Pavilion Conference!"

Following Venerable Lei's order, the atmosphere in the Silver Plaza suddenly became tense.

A total of 61 people participated in this Sifang Pavilion conference, including four disciples of Sifang Pavilion.

The first round of selection was a melee between 61 people. In the end, only eight people were left on the field to advance to the next round. Then in the second round, eight people competed to determine the final winner.

Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er are three-star fighting emperors, Tang Ying and Wang Chen are two-star peak fighting emperors, there are four one-star fighting emperors, and the rest are five-star fighting kings to nine-star fighting kings.

If there is no accident, the second round is basically a competition between these eight fighting emperors, more specifically, it is a competition between the four Sifang Pavilion disciples.

But now what they have to do is to eliminate the weak first.

The 61 people in the silver square were distributed quite loosely, and in the center of the crowd were the four disciples of Sifang Pavilion.

"Everyone, let the four of us work together to screen out 53 people first, to save time."

Wang Chen looked at Mu Qingluan and the others and suggested.

"Okay, let's go together, don't wait any longer."

The four of them looked at each other and replied.

"Then I'll go first."

Wang Chen said with a grin, and when he finished speaking, he twisted his hands, and a pair of slender black daggers appeared in his hands.

"Oh!"

The black fighting spirit soared into the sky, and Wang Chen instantly turned into a poisonous snake and rushed towards the eight-star fighting king who was closest to him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

All kinds of vindictiveness rose to the sky, and the three of Mu Qingluan immediately joined in the action to clean up the weak.

"damn it!"

"The people from Sifang Pavilion are going to join forces to strangle us first. Let's work together to carry them through first."

"That's right, we have to protect ourselves first, we're going to the second round."

After a short period of chaos, these fifty young heroes immediately joined forces to fight Mu Qingluan and the others in an organized manner.

A big melee broke out!
"Well, Chen'er is smart enough to know how to weed out the weak first."

Venerable Huang Quan laughed loudly after seeing Wang Chen make the first move.

"Yes, but Qing'er and the four of them joined forces to trigger a backlash from the remaining people, so it will take a lot of effort."

"Let's guess how long it will take for Qing'er and the others to end the battle."

Venerable Lei laughed and said.

"Twelve minutes."

"15 minutes."

"Ten seven minutes."

"10 minutes."

Venerable Feng, Venerable Sword, and Venerable Huang Quan couldn't bear it anymore.

It's really not that the four venerables despise the other contestants, there's no way, Sifang Pavilion is just so awesome and so confident.

"Hehe, okay, let's see who guesses right."

Venerable Lei pinched a strand of silver beard and looked towards the field.

Twelve minutes later, there were eight figures standing on the field, including Mu Qingluan and four one-star fighting emperors, but none of them succeeded in overcoming the challenge.

"It seems that I have a slight advantage."

Venerable Feng said very calmly.

"Tch, you win every bet, it's so boring."

Venerable Lei shook his head helplessly, then stood up and announced:

"The first round of selection has ended. Eight people on the field have advanced to the second round. Let's take a short rest. The second round of selection will begin in 10 minutes."

"Yes, my lord."

The eight people on the field retreated in response.

"Everyone, I plan to let our four disciples from the Sifang Pavilion directly face the four one-star Douhuangs in the second round of the round-based battle. After killing them, we will compete ourselves, how about it?"

Venerable Lei sat down and looked at the other three Venerables.

"it is good."

"I'm OK."

"Second, let's make a quick decision."

The three responded in unison.

Ever since, those four one-star Douhuangs were manipulated in secret without knowing it.

after an hour.

Mu Qingluan, who had eliminated the four one-star Douhuangs, began to draw lots. In the first round, Feng Qinger played against Tang Ying, and in the second round, Mu Qingluan played against Wang Chen. The winners of the two rounds competed for the final No.1.

In the first round, Feng Qing'er faced Tang Ying.

"Feng Qing'er has met senior brother."

Feng Qing'er saluted Tang Ying slightly.

"Since you call me senior brother, then you should take action first." Tang Ying, who was not good at words, softened his face a lot.

"Then thank you brother."

Feng Qing'er's voice was clear and sweet, just like Fengming.

"boom!"

A dark blue fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Feng Qing'er's body, and at the same time, Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes also quietly turned into a strange blue-silver color.

"The Fenglei Dou Qi unique to Fenglei Pavilion?"

Tang Ying murmured as he looked at the majestic fighting spirit lingering around Feng Qing'er's body, flickering with thunder and green wind.

"Brother, please."

Feng Qing'er probed into the void with her right hand, and a long and slender colored silk satin slowly emerged, twirling around Feng Qing'er's body flexibly, like a living thing.

"Please!"

Tang Ying's body was straight, and his right palm was slowly resting on the hilt behind his back.

"call out!"

A colorful silk and satin with flashes of thunder turned into a colorful snake and bit Tang Ying's chest. The distance of twenty or thirty feet came in an instant.

"Zheng!"

A flash of sword light flashed, and Tang Ying cut the colorful snake to one side with a single lunge.

"Junior Sister, be serious, we should stop playing these little tricks."

Tang Ying, who was dressed in a black outfit, looked at Feng Qing'er from a distance with a big blue sword in his hand.

"Caifeng Chaoyuan!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

As soon as Tang Ying finished speaking, countless colored silks and satins shot towards Tang Ying at tricky angles.

"Good come."

Tang Ying, whose eyes lit up, waved his big sword and went up to him.

A series of colorful snakes flew over like covering the sky and covering the earth, and a big blue sword was danced by Tang Ying so impenetrably, the shadow of the sword all over the sky turned into a blue ball, tightly protecting Tang Ying in it.

"Clang clang clang!"

From time to time, the collision of the sword shadow and the colorful snake made the sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by the flickering of sparks. Unexpectedly, the colorful silk and satin were made of a strange metal.

"break!"

A low and calm shout came from the blue sword curtain, and a dazzling sword light lit up.

"Oh!"

The colorful silks and satins that had covered Tang Ying like a storm just now turned into rags scattered all over the sky, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

"Da da da!"

Tang Ying, with a sharp sword spirit, came out with a large blue sword in his hand.

"Junior Sister, you will pay for your contempt."

Tang Ying held up the big sword and pointed at Feng Qing'er from afar.

"Swordsmanship!"

Tang Ying pinched with one hand and shouted in a low voice.

"Buzz!"

The body of the blue sword in Tang Ying's hand shook violently and broke free from his hand.

"call out!"

A blue sword shadow turned into a glowing sword glow, crossing the obstacles in the space and slashing towards Feng Qing'er like lightning.

"damn it!"

"I'm really careless, it's Wanjiange's sword-controlling technique!"

Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes suddenly shrank.

"Ok?"

"It's the sword master's sword control skills!"

On the high platform, Venerable Lei's big hands quietly clenched the seat.

Feeling the crisis of life and death, Feng Qing'er quickly took a step back with a solemn expression, clenched her hands violently and shouted:

"out!"

"Buzz!"

The colorful silks and satins all over the sky reappeared in the void.

"Caifeng Chaoyuan, knot!"

Feng Qing'er stood on her chest with a pair of slender hands and sealed them like lightning.

"laugh!"

Dozens of colorful silks and satins floating above Feng Qing'er's head suddenly began to intertwine with each other, forming a colorful phoenix about ten feet in size within a few breaths.

"Wind Thunder Festival!"

Feng Qing'er non-stop flicked a drop of light blue blood essence that was forced out of her fingertips towards the colorful phoenix in the sky.

"Boom!"

As this drop of light blue blood essence merged into Caifeng's body, Caifeng, who was still a little stiff just now, instantly came to life, and a pair of colorful eyes gradually showed a hint of spirituality.

"boom!"

A violent momentum erupted from Pang Da Caifeng's body!

(End of this chapter)