Dou Po: I can upgrade everything

Chapter 217 Five Great Masters

With his hot face pressed against his cold ass, Venerable Lei's complexion naturally didn't look much better. He was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, so he looked at Venerable Jian: "Jian Yan, long time no see."

Lord Jian had a cold expression on his face and responded with a faint "hmm".

Knowing that Wanjiang Pavilion is now so powerful, Venerable Lei could not express his inner anger, so he smiled and said, "Please take a seat, please."

After saying that, he took a meaningful look at Yang Shou, who revealed his true appearance, and found that the latter gave him a feeling of déjà vu but inexplicable palpitations.

Seeing that Lord Lei was defeated, the remaining three Fenglei Pavilion masters would definitely not ask for trouble, so they casually found a conversation and simply said hello to get by.

On the other side, Xiao Yan was in a state of shock. He never expected that the former was now the leader of Wanjiang Pavilion.

Suddenly I remembered that he used the materials of the dead Sky Demon Phoenix Wings to refine the Tianyan Nine-Element Wings. Could it be that Senior Yang also...

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan suddenly realized something, but there was no definite evidence.

Perhaps, the person who killed Feng Qing'er and Fenglei Beige was really frightened when he thought about it carefully.

Except for Yang Shou, the remaining two figures stood on his left and right sides respectively. One was Tang Ying of Wanjiange Pavilion whom he had seen before, and the other was an old man who was slightly short in stature and wore linen clothes.

Xiao Yan knew that the old man standing behind Yang Shou was at the same level as Venerable Lei.

The unparalleled sword head appeared, instantly igniting the atmosphere around the square.

Yang Shou walked to the middle of the silver chair and sat down without hesitation. Lord Jian sat down behind him, and Tang Ying stood behind the two of them, standing with his hands down respectfully.

"The sword head is very elegant, no wonder it can beat the Bone Sacrifice Venerable." A laughter with a slightly sinister flavor rang out, and the ghostly figure teleported over, waved his big sleeves, and sat down.

The person who came was an old man in a black robe, with a pale complexion, a slightly gloomy look between his brows, and his pupils, which were black and white.

Behind him was Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion.

Yang Shou glanced at the old man in black robes and sighed in his heart when he recognized Wang Shan, now Venerable Huang Quan.

Time is ruthless, and the once talented person is now old.

Even if it is him, he only has a long lifespan now and is still far from the road to immortality.

Of course, in the heart of the Tao, a bandit's stone cannot be turned around, and a bandit's seat cannot be rolled up.

No matter how difficult it is, you have to ask for it.

Faced with Venerable Huangquan's deliberate flattery, Yang Shou did not respond.

After all, he was not in the habit of dealing with dead people, and all past grudges had to end today.

For some unknown reason, both Lord Huang Quan and Lord Lei unexpectedly felt a biting coldness, which could not subside even with their fighting strength.

Weird, weird.

Realizing that his words were ignored by the other party, Venerable Huangquan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Just as he was about to say something sinister, his expression changed slightly, and his cold eyes turned to the heights of the sky.

A sound of wind, like a roaring dragon, came suddenly.

"Jianshou, Lord Feng is here." Lord Jian looked into the distance with his turbid eyes and said respectfully.

Ever since he learned about Sword Master's plan to join forces with Xingyun Pavilion and annex Fenglei Pavilion and Huangquan Pavilion, Master Sword Master had been very curious about what method Sword Master would use to convince Master Feng.

As soon as the words fell, the wind sound like a dragon's roar also came quickly.

A huge cyan whirlwind appeared under the gaze of countless people.

When the green whirlwind appeared, Xiao Yan's gaze suddenly shifted and he stared closely, clenching his fists in his sleeves.

The black ring on the fingertips flickered with light, and the soul inside moved slightly.

Obviously, it is difficult for Yao Lao to stabilize his mood when he is in leisure again.

The cold blue whirlwind reached the sky above the square almost in a breath, suddenly trembled, and turned into countless light spots and dispersed.

Two figures, riding the breeze, slowly landed on the seat from the air. "It's Lord Feng!"

"I didn't expect him to come too. Five powerful Dou Zun masters came to this Sifang Pavilion conference!"

"Open the market, open the market, bet on who will be the dark horse of this Sifange Conference?"

Everyone turned their attention when the last two people arrived, and Yang Shou was no exception. His eyes were naturally on Master Feng.

Master Feng is dressed in a green robe, with his hair hanging casually. He looks quite free and easy. Perhaps because of his practice of wind attribute fighting spirit, his aura is vague and uncertain.

Because of Yang Shou's power, the masters of the remaining three pavilions cannot ignore him.

Master Feng bowed his hands in salute to the sword-headed man in white robe.

What's strange is that the white-robed sword-shou, who had no expression of indifference before, now showed a rare smile and nodded slightly.

Seeing this scene, Venerable Huangquan and Venerable Lei looked ugly and frosty.

Could it be that the unequal treatment is because they look down on their Fenglei Pavilion and Huangquan Pavilion?

Of course, they could only swallow the humiliation of contempt.

The strong are respected, and the two people with self-awareness know that together they are no match for Yang Shou.

The reaction of the white-robed sword head made Master Defeng a little surprised, but he didn't take it to heart.

When Venerable Lei and Venerable Sword saw Venerable Wind ascending to their seats, they smiled politely and held their hands.

Lord Feng, who was wearing a green robe, had a kind smile on his face. He responded to the two of them one after another, and his eyes swept over Lord Huang Quan indifferently.

The two people who have always been at odds cannot talk about being together.

Next, Venerable Lei announced the start of the conference and the rules of the competition.

"A total of 53 people participated in this Sifang Pavilion Conference. They were eliminated through melee until there were only eight people left in the field..."

As Lord Lei's voice fell to the ground, there was a sound of breaking wind in the square, and immediately young figures flashed into the field.

The appearance of these people directly heated up the atmosphere of the conference, and the deafening cheers boiled on the top of the mountain like an overwhelming force...

The other four Douzuns talked to each other about their respective disciples.

Because of Feng Qing'er's death, Lord Lei had no choice but to send Feng Qingtian, who was inferior to her, to take over the competition.

Feng Qingtian's strength is the Seven-Star Fighting Emperor, and he is no match for Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, and Wang Chen. He can be considered as handing over the top spot in the Sifang Pavilion to the other three pavilions.

Lord Lei was feeling sulky. The destruction of Beige had greatly damaged Fenglei Pavilion's vitality, which could not be made up for in a year or two.

Thinking about this, the veins on Lord Lei's forehead bulged, and he hated Dou Zun who was so cruel and cruel.

Venerable Feng, Venerable Huangquan, and Venerable Jian could not help but feel a little gloating in their hearts, but they all made a tacit understanding not to rub salt into Fenglei Pavilion's wounds.

The four pavilions check and balance each other, and the more things that add insult to injury, the better.

Yang Shou noticed the hatred in Venerable Lei's words and sneered secretly. If the other party knew it was him, his jaw would probably drop.

The overall situation is under control, and joining forces with Xingyun Pavilion is a sure thing.

Therefore, he did not participate in the conversation of the four heroes, but looked at one of them with interest.

The man was thin, with a strong and handsome face, and he was carrying a black ruler on his back.

It was Xiao Yan.

As if sensing his gaze, Xiao Yan raised his head, and their eyes met in the air.

I haven’t seen him for a long time, so I don’t know how far the latter has grown, but it’s worth a look.

At the end of the competition, when the heads fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)