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

Chapter 158 Sifang Pavilion Tournament ([-])

"Ha ha."

"Sure enough, Qing'er is slightly better, right?"

Venerable Lei smiled and cupped his hands at Venerable Jian.

"Hmph, it's just that Feng Qing'er's fighting spirit cultivation is higher than that of Tang Ying. It won't be too late to decide whether to win or lose after I raise Tang Ying's fighting spirit cultivation level."

Venerable Sword said unhappily.

Venerable Lei happily ignored Venerable Jian, anyway, they won this round at Fenglei Pavilion, so let them go.

"call out!"

A blue long sword was carrying a young man in a black robe soaring towards him, and a figure jumped from it.

"Teacher, I lost."

Tang Ying said with a straight body.

"It's okay, just win it back next time, come back."

Venerable Sword waved his hand proudly.

"is teacher."

Tang Ying silently returned to the back of Venerable Sword, and began to close his eyes and regain his fighting spirit.

"call out!"

A bottle of elixir was shot at Tang Ying quickly, and Tang Ying subconsciously opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to catch it.

"Ok?"

Tang Ying looked at Ye Changge doubtfully.

"This is a fifth-grade medicine Qi cultivation elixir. It can speed up the recovery of the fighting energy of Dou Wang Realm and Dou Huang Realm experts. I give it to you."

Ye Changge pursed his lips and said.

"Thanks."

Tang Ying nodded slightly.

"Brother, this is the first time I've seen someone lose so calmly and easily."

Mu Qingluan retracted her gaze and said with emotion.

"It's called knowing your own strength in your heart, but you don't know if you have it."

Ye Changge glanced at Mu Qingluan and said with a smile.

"Of course I have."

Mu Qingluan stared at Qu Dao with her beautiful eyes.

"Feng Qing'er versus Tang Ying, Feng Qing'er wins."

"The next match is between Mu Qingluan and Wang Chen. Both parties are invited to enter."

Venerable Lei stood up and announced loudly.

"Well, it's your turn, come on, Junior Sister, don't lose to Wang Chen."

Ye Changge gestured.

"Of course I will."

Mu Qingluan flew out with her head held high like a proud phoenix.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Two figures, one green and one yellow, came to the field with vibrating wings.

"Ye Changge, who do you think will win between Qingluan and Wang Chen?"

Master Feng turned his head and looked at Ye Changge with interest.

"Junior sister has begun to awaken Tianluan's bloodline in the Tianshan Blood Pool for two months. Although it has not been fully activated, she can still deal with Wang Chen."

Ye Changge smiled and said.

"Ok?"

"It turns out that little girl Qingluan has already started Tianluan's bloodline. This girl didn't even tell me."

Venerable Feng was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

"You don't have to look at that little girl Feng Qing'er to activate the bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, but you think it's easy for Qingluan to activate the bloodline in her body."

"You must know that Tian Luan, Tian Feng, Tian Snake, and Taixu Ancient Dragon are all ancient clans that gave birth to powerful Emperor Fighters in ancient times."

"The Tianyaohuang clan is just a second-level existence inherited from Tianfeng bloodline, and the bloodline in Qingluan's body is Tianluan bloodline. The purity of the two bloodlines cannot be the same." "So Qingluan can activate Tianluan bloodline. , which shows that her talent is much better than Feng Qing'er."

Seeing that Ye Changge didn't care, Master Feng immediately opened his mouth to explain.

"I see. I didn't expect that Xiao Qingluan's bloodline is much older and nobler than Feng Qing'er's."

Ye Changge suddenly said.

"On the Dou Qi Continent, the strong are respected. No matter how ancient the bloodline is, their clan members must be stronger and more numerous than other clans. Otherwise, the only thing waiting for them is the demise of their race!"

"Okay, don't say anything, just watch the game with peace of mind."

Venerable Wind waved his hands.

Because of the battle between Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying just now, the silver plaza was already dilapidated and riddled with holes.

Mu Qingluan and Wang Chen faced each other from a distance, constantly using their aura to sense and oppress each other.

"Pfft, Wang Chen, I suddenly remembered something."

"Feng Qing'er called me Senior Brother Tang Ying just now. Come on, you can also call me Senior Sister and listen."

Mu Qingluan, with a tense face, suddenly smiled coquettishly, and the dignified atmosphere on the field was instantly broken.

"Ahem, we have different opinions, this is not counted."

Now Wang Chen could no longer maintain a paralyzed face, and explained with a flushed face.

"What do you mean, everyone has his own opinion? The seniority among our senior brothers and sisters in Sifang Pavilion cannot be messed up."

"Come on, call me Senior Sister, Junior Brother Wang Chen."

"Ahem, Qingluan, don't mess around, play seriously, and come back as soon as you finish solving your opponent."

Now even Venerable Feng couldn't bear it anymore, he coughed and urged.

"is teacher."

Mu Qingluan responded aggrievedly.

"Mu Qingluan, do you still want to compete?!"

Wang Chen took out a pair of slender black daggers and urged impatiently.

"Bibibi."

Mu Qingluan wrinkled her small face and took out a long and slender sword slowly.

"boom!"

A soaring black pillar of dou qi burst out from Wang Chen's body suddenly. The dou qi attribute of Wang Chen was actually a rare dark attribute.

"Then I'm welcome!"

After Wang Chen sneered, he tapped his toes lightly, and he rushed towards Mu Qingluan like a poisonous snake with strange steps.

In just a blink of an eye, Wang Chen's figure had already stepped in front of Mu Qingluan.

"call out!"

A pair of slender daggers glowing with dim light were sent to Mu Qingluan's snow-white and slender neck at a tricky angle by Wang Chen.

"Jie Jie, Mu Qingluan, I, Wang Chen, will definitely win this round."

Wang Chen grinned ferociously.

"Zheng!"

There was a sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and a flash of sword light, Wang Chen only felt a chill on his neck, and then there was nothing else.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wang Chen, wake up, you have already lost."

Mu Qingluan said with a smile.

At this time, Mu Qingluan was holding a long sword on Wang Chen's neck, while Wang Chen was stiff in place, and a pair of dark daggers were still moving forward. The situation was really funny.

Just a little bit, just a little bit less, Wang Chen's dagger could reach Mu Qingluan, but this step is a natural barrier.

Wang Chen looked at the long sword on his neck in a daze.

How the hell is it different from what he said? Didn't his teacher, Venerable Huang Quan, tell him that among the four disciples of Sifang Pavilion, Mu Qingluan is the weakest.

Teacher, how dare you lie to me!
Wang Chen, who felt deeply that he had been deceived, instantly felt angry and evil in his heart. He was bizarrely angry!

He planned to take revenge. He planned to take revenge on Xiang Mu Qingluan! !
"Damn it, Mu Qingluan, don't underestimate me, it's not over yet!!"

Wang Chen's waist suddenly bent to the left side with a strange arc as if soft and boneless, and his head moved away from the long sword in an instant.

"Bone Corrosion Round Dagger Dance!"

With a low shout, he, Wang Chen, bravely charged Mu Qingluan again!
With a twist of Wang Chen's arms, the two slender daggers glowing with faint lights turned into two black lights and drew strange traces in mid-air, and Mu Qingluan was enveloped by the black lights all over the sky.

(End of this chapter)