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Chapter 160 Sifang Pavilion Tournament ([-])

"Am I bragging, you'll know later."

Wang Chen smiled coldly.

Since you can't move your mouth like this little girl like Mu Qingluan, then do it, do it!
"Huangquan rotting corpse arm!"

Wang Chen shook his right arm and roared.

"Buzz!"

Countless pitch-black energy in Wang Chen's body surged towards his right arm. Under the wrapping of dark grudge, Wang Chen's right arm was quickly dyed as black as ink, and a disgusting corpse-like aura spread across the field. .

"None of your Huangquan Pavilion's fighting skills are normal."

Mu Qingluan covered Qiong's nose with jade hand and frowned slightly with her brows.

"But this doesn't change the fact that you are weak. It's just disgusting at best."

"Forget it, I'm going to be more serious and get rid of you quickly."

Mu Qingluan suddenly put down his jade hand and said seriously, then he pinched his seal and shouted:
"Blood seal, undo it!"

"Bloodline seal?"

"Hahaha, the bloodline of your Tianluan clan has withered so much. No one has opened it for many years. Who are you trying to scare?"

Wang Chen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly.

Mu Qingluan ignored Wang Chen and suddenly knelt down on one knee, tapped his brow with his jade finger and said:
"Tianluan's true form!"

"boom!"

The majestic Dou Qi burst out from Mu Qingluan's body, and immediately condensed behind Mu Qingluan into a huge phantom of Tianluan.

This Luan's wings are as green as the dawn, and it glows softly under the sun. It exudes an ancient and noble aura, as if it is a divine beast that came from the ancient wilderness.

Standing behind Venerable Lei, Feng Qing'er, who was silently recovering her fighting spirit, suddenly opened her phoenix eyes, looking in shock at the huge phantom standing in the sky.

"Mu Qingluan really started Tianluan's bloodline, how come?!"

Feng Qing'er, who suppressed the throbbing of the blood in her body, murmured while covering her chest with her slender hands.

Cyan Tianluan is Qingluan, and the Qingluan tribe is actually a green-feathered phoenix with a single tail feather. Qingluan is one of the five external images of the evolution of the phoenix.

Therefore, in more ancient times, Tianfeng and Tianluan were originally from the same clan.

As a member of the Tian Yaohuang clan with the blood of the ancient Tian Feng, Feng Qing'er, whose blood was impure, would naturally be suppressed by Mu Qingluan's blood.

"Qing'er, are you okay?"

Venerable Lei glanced at Feng Qing'er and said.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Feng Qing'er shook her head silently, then her pair of phoenix eyes focused on the phantom Luan in the sky.

"Well, this guy Mu Qingluan really opened up Tianluan's bloodline."

"We can't wait any longer. If she completely solidifies the shadow of Luan that day, I will have no chance at all."

Wang Chen, who was full of astonishment, sharpened his eyes suddenly.

"Huangquan rotting corpse arm!"

Wang Chen swung his body decisively and shot at Mu Qingluan who was half kneeling on the ground.

"Die!"

A pitch-black arm suddenly slammed into Mu Qingluan's head, and the space where his arm passed trembled, and withered air burst out instantly.

Mu Qingluan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, glanced at Wang Chen indifferently, then raised her jade arm lightly, pointed a green jade finger at him and said calmly:

"Luanfeng returns to the nest!"

The ten-foot-sized Tianluan phantom in mid-air seemed to be injected with vitality, and suddenly came to life.

The huge figure swung violently, and the long cyan single tail feather on its tail instantly turned into a seven or eight feet long energy horse, which twitched at the black shadow in its sight with terrifying force. Down!

In the eyes of thousands of people with complicated emotions, the two collided with each other!
"boom!"

A shocking explosion occurred.

The violent energy storm born from the collision center swept across the sky in an instant!
"Oh!"

As soon as Huang Quan's rotting corpse's arm touched the cyan feather for less than a second, the pitch-black arm trembled violently, and then it was torn apart by the cyan feather without any suspense.

"Bang!" A figure in a yellow shirt suddenly flew out from the smoke in the sky, dragging a long trace on the silver wooden board and finally stopped.

"Ahem, do I really have to be this weak?"

The extremely embarrassed Wang Chen curled up on the ground and said blankly.

"Oh!"

The huge phantom of Tianluan behind Mu Qingluan suddenly dispersed, and Mu Qingluan, dripping with sweat, stood up tremblingly.

Obviously, for her who had just initially opened Tianluan's bloodline, it was quite difficult to summon Tianluan's shadow for so long.

"No, I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet!"

"I want to fight, I want to beat you!"

Wang Chen, who was covered in bloodstains, slowly got up from the ground with great perseverance.

"Junior Brother Wang Chen, you have already lost."

Mu Qingluan casually pulled a strand of hair from her ear over the earlobe and said calmly.

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

"blood of hell"

Wang Chen stretched out his trembling hands and slowly formed a knot again.

On the high platform, the gloomy Venerable Huang Quan suddenly stood up.

"Ok?"

Venerable Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Venerable Huangquan. There was a small green whirlwind lingering on each palm.

If he, Huang Quan, dares to do ridiculous things, he, Master Feng, will teach him how to behave in public.

"Huang Quan, what are you doing? Sit down quickly!"

Sensing the sudden tense atmosphere on the field, Venerable Lei hurriedly spoke.

"laugh!"

"Although I, Huang Quan, have no moral integrity, can I still attack a junior in public?"

"I'm going to pick up my disciples."

Venerable Huang Quan sneered immediately, and immediately turned into a jet of black light and swept away towards the field in a flash.

"Teacher, relax, a two-star Dou Zun doesn't have the guts to do anything under the nose of a five-star Dou Zun."

Xiao Yan patted Venerable Feng's shoulder lightly and said softly.

"Well, it's messed up if I care about it."

Venerable Wind's tense body slowly relaxed.

Seeing this, Venerable Lei and Venerable Sword let out a sigh of relief. The few of them really couldn't bear the overwhelming anger of a five-star Dou Zun, and hoped that Huang Quan would not do stupid things.

"Huang! Quan! Blood!."

Wang Chen roared word by word.

Just when Mu Qingluan was thinking about whether to knock down Wang Chen completely, a dark light flashed across his eyes.

A pale old man in black robe suddenly emerged from the dark light, and slapped Wang Chen on the back angrily.

"Blood on your head, you don't know how to surrender if you can't beat someone, you stupid idiot!"

Venerable Huang Quan yelled angrily while holding Wang Chen in his hand.

"Teacher, let go, it hurts!"

After hearing this familiar voice, Wang Chen shrank his head habitually.

"It hurts, I let you fight, I didn't let you die!"

Venerable Huang Quan's face was full of regret and heartache.

"Teacher, I am also a person who wants to save face. Please save me some face. You see, senior sister and so many people on the field are still watching!"

Wang Chen's frail body leaned on the shoulder of Venerable Huang Quan and said weakly.

(End of this chapter)