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Chapter 253 The Four Venerables

 Fenglei Pavilion Dong Pavilion, the name of Fenglei Pavilion, has a considerable weight even in Zhongzhou. As the headquarters of Fenglei Pavilion, there are many strong people here and their defense is even more solid. In the years since Fenglei Pavilion was established, it has experienced many ups and downs, but Dong Pavilion has always stood up, and its reputation has gradually stood out in the past forces fighting each other, and finally has the status it has now.

As the name suggests, the Sifang Pavilion Conference is naturally held by the Four Pavilions of the Mainland. However, although the protagonists who really participate in the conference are only these four Pavilions, each Sifang Pavilion Conference will be a grand event in Zhongzhou. Although it cannot be compared with the Danta Dan Conference, it is also a rare event.

The Sifang Pavilion Conference is not the older generation of strong people, but the younger generation. Of course, the younger generation who can represent Sifang Pavilion are naturally the best among the younger generations. These fresh blood are the most important things for every force to reproduce. Therefore, Sifang Pavilion attaches great importance to the cultivation of the younger generation.

With their emphasis on training, many amazing people naturally emerged among the younger generation, Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion, Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion, Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion, Mu Qingluan from Xingyue Pavilion, etc. Even if they look at Zhongzhou, they still have a great reputation.

After dealing with the Hong family, Xiao Yan took Han Yue to the Tianshan Blood Pond and went into seclusion for more than half a year. With the help of the Breaking Sect, Han Yue was successfully promoted to Dou Zong.

Xiao Yan destroyed the Glacier Valley and got all the inheritance of the Glacier Valley for thousands of years. Han Yue was also a physique with ice attributes.

Before he first changed his skills, Han Yue was successfully promoted from the top of Dou King.

It would be too easy for Dongge to help Han Yue reach the peak of Douhuang within one year. Before that, Dongge took Han Yue to the Tianshan Blood Pond.

Of course, Zhongzhou Xiaolu, who knows where a white horse suddenly appears, but even so, every Qifang Pavilion meeting will attract many forces and young people who are proud of their strength. Although the protagonists of the Xiaofang Pavilion are especially the Qifang Pavilion, they have not developed some of my contestants. In order to improve the quality, the necessary screening is naturally gone, and it is said that it is quite strict.

And that also eliminated some people who were just using the numbers.

"Haha, Sword Master, that time he came the slowest." Seeing the giant sword under the sky, Yi Tengrong, wearing a silver robe, also stood up, and laughter resounded under Wang Chen like thunder.

As soon as Feng Qing'er's voice fell, a sound of breaking the wind sounded below the square. Then, one after another, the New Year's-old figures flashed into the venue. At the beginning, they walked around the square for seven weeks, and were on guard against each other.

As soon as the voice of Master Jian fell, the sound of the wind like a dragon roar came quickly. Immediately, a small green whirlwind suddenly appeared in the gaze of several people under the top of the mountain.

As for the venue of the Qifang Pavilion Conference, especially the final winner of the next session, the loser of the next session is Fenglei Pavilion, so the location of that time was set at Fenglei Tangying.

The appearance of Master Jian instantly made the atmosphere around the square become hot.

As one of the protagonists of that small meeting, the entry of the Qinglin Eight people directly made the cheers around the square even more aroused. The atmosphere under the top of the mountain quickly retreated to a low point in our appearance.

The giant sword trembled heavily, and then it turned into several light spots, shattering and leaving. Below it, two figures slowly fell from the sky and fell under the seat.

"In that Seven-Fang Pavilion Seminar, there were 78 participants, including the seven disciples of Seven-Fang Pavilion, which was still the same rule, ended in a melee field until there were only four people left in the front court.

"That old guy is obviously the slowest, but he always hates the first one to arrive..." Venerable Jian also raised his head, looked at the distant sky with a clear gaze, and smiled.

Two figures, one is a year old, and one is a year old, the one who is heavy should be the Leishan Mountain in Wanjian Pavilion mentioned in the original work. The old man beside him was slightly hunched and dressed in linen clothes. He looked like a prominent big old man among the countless people, but everyone present knew that the big old man was also a terrifying existence of the same level as Feng Qing'er.

"Hehe, who knew that the first one of the small meetings would be the one who benefited the first time?"

Feng Qing'er and Sword Venerable Seven under this seat all smiled at Venerable Feng before seeing him ascending to the seat. Venerable Feng became famous longer than any of us. Therefore, although he has the same status now, the two still clasped their fists to show their politeness. It was a past. Venerable Huangquan next to him seemed to have no gap with Venerable Feng. He glanced at him with narrow eyes and turned away, as if he had not seen any special.

With the entry of the contestants, the eight people in Qinglin, Lei Shan and Yi Teng under the seat looked at each other, and their bodies moved, and they fell back into the square. As soon as the eight people left the venue, we were empty around us.

Feng Qing'er's words were full of domineering intentions, just like this thunder, strong and refuting. Although those words may be too impressive, in my terrifying strength, there were people in the audience who dared to praise them. The terrifying shock of the weak is really undeveloped.

The Tang Ying of Fenglei Pavilion is located in the Fengwang Dust Vein on the edge of the Northern Region. The outside area is quite strange. Perhaps because the terrain is too low, there are always thunder and the weather is unpredictable. The sun is shining in the dark one after another. It is said that it is a thunder and heavy rain.

Feng Qing'er had just appeared for a long time, and a harsh sound of breaking the wind suddenly resounded under Yi Teng. Everyone was shocked to see a giant sword that was less than ten feet tall, slashing through the sky and sweeping towards him. In a flash, it appeared in the sky below the square.

The appearance of those people immediately turned the fire and became cold. The deafening cheers emerged under the top of the mountain like a sea of ​​rushing mountains and then rushed straight into the sky. Even the dark clouds far away became fluctuating.

"The weak Dou Zun who is extremely rare on weekdays now has seven people at once. The Qifang Pavilion meeting is really small enough, no wonder it attracts so few people."

As soon as the eight people retreated into the venue, a turbid crane cries suddenly sounded in the sky. Immediately, a colorful giant crane flapped its wings from the top of the mountain, and a beautiful figure slid its toes under the back of the giant crane, and then it swept up again. Then, without any sound, it fell heavily into the square.

Venerable Feng's eyes paused under the delicate body of Venerable Lei, and then he said a heavy voice.

It’s your Fenglei Pavilion rule. I believe the little family knows that I hope that something will disturb the little meeting during the meeting.”

One of them was wearing a blue shirt and long hair was scattered under his shoulders. He looked like he didn't feel restrained. It was Venerable Feng who had never seen him once in the Ye family.

Seeing whether there were any objections in the audience, Feng Qing'er nodded slightly, waved her palm, and a crisp sound of bells resounded again.

"It's Venerable Feng? I thought that seven Venerables came to that small meeting. This trip was indeed empty."

"I was defeated by me by a bad luck back then. Compared to someone who only supported the 100-round round in the hands of Venerable Feng, he said, " Venerable Huangquan?" Venerable Jian glanced at the old man in white robe. It was a salty and indifferent way.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'er laughed and said, "What other words did Venerable Sword say? That girl's identity is not quite ordinary, so you can only do that, but you have to do it."

"call out!"

"Hehe, Old Man Jian still has that bad temper. It seems that he is still not worried about this competition back then." Just as Venerable Sword had just sat on the seat, a strange laugh with a little gloomy smell rang out. Then a varnished light rushed from the foot of the mountain. At the beginning, it appeared directly under the seat as if teleported. He was kind enough, and he waved his sleeves and sat on it.

"I thought that even the Sword Venerable came. It seems that the one who arrived at the Fengwang Chen vein one after another should be the advance troops of the Seven Pavilions. What is coming now is the main show."

As soon as Venerable Lei appeared, there was a hint of surprise in the eyes of Venerable Feng, Venerable Sword and Venerable Huangquan under the seat.

The two people who appeared first naturally attracted the attention of the entire place.

The figure that appeared was an old man in a white robe. His face was pale and his eyebrows were a little gloomy. His pair of pupils were white and white. It looked quite strange. There was no strange figure in front of him, so naturally it was Xiao Yan from Huangquan Pavilion.

After all, in some competitions among the senior generation, the Qifang Pavilion Club has a relatively low value, and even some weak people from the older generation are difficult to reach that level at a time...

That point made Yi Teng quite excited. I thought that the girl Qinglin would replace Mu Qingluan, but it was strange to think about it. The bird's Eight Flower Eyes and those eyes were so open. As long as you catch a first-level snake monster, you can directly lead Qinglin to Douzong.

Immediately, Venerable Sword smiled faintly and said, "It seems that Feng Qing'er is really worth a lot of money. She actually took action to hide her true strength for her. Could it be that she came up with the intention?"

The few of them politely asked each other. Feng Qing'er looked up at the sky, then stood up quickly, and her eyes swept across the square for seven weeks. Suddenly, the noise that soared into the sky became louder than her gaze containing some thunderous light.

"It seems that Feng Qing'er really wants to be the first in the Qifang Pavilion again. In that small meeting, Fenglei Pavilion should have the smallest winning rate."

Hearing this, the old man in white robe suddenly looked cold. However, as soon as he was about to speak out, his face changed slightly, and his gloomy eyes stared at the sky. In addition, a wind sound like a dragon roar suddenly came.

The entire Feng Yiteng meridian is all in Yiteng's sphere of influence. In addition, it is like our front garden. If I have the power or not, I dare to get involved in this place.

But, outside, there is Zhongzhou, a first-level monster, which is actually a rare thing.

The thunder dissipated, but I saw that the man in the middle was quite small and seemed to be over 70 years old, but there was no silver-white beard on his chin. He was wearing a silver robe under his body, and under the silver robe was covered with thunder and lightning patterns. From a distance, he looked like a living thing, and even, there was no thunder power faintly spreading out of it.

"boom"

Perhaps because its body is due to its wind attribute, its aura is not a little vague and stable, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.

Yi Teng brought Qian Renxue, Medusa and other men to the top of the mountain. He carefully found a place in the crowd and hid his figure.

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Now, no contestants will leave the stage." When the bell roar sounded, Feng Qing'er's voice also sounded again.

The entire Fengwang Dust Vein is all in the sphere of influence of the Tang Eagle. In addition, it is like our front garden. If I have the power or not, I dare to get involved in this place.

Therefore, the Fengwang Dust Vein during that period was also strictly guarded.

Venerable Feng, wearing a green robe, always had a warm smile on his face, and he did not respond to the politeness of Feng Qing'er and Venerable Jian. As for Venerable Huangquan beside him, I have never looked at him very much. Although there are always fears and restraints each other in the seven-sided pavilion, Venerable Feng is quite harmonious with him, and the other party's darkness and character of doing things is a means, which is also what I am happy about.

"Today is a bad day for your Fenglei Pavilion to hold the Qifang Pavilion Session. Thank you for coming to Wang Chen for supporting you Fenglei Pavilion.

"Cry!"

During that period, the Fengwang Dun Vein was naturally quiet and normal. Several people came from all directions and gathered towards the Wang Dun in the mountains, because under this Yiteng, there was a Fenglei Tang Eagle standing!

It’s a pity that the strength of Dongge and those development guards were all stopping me.

The small blue wind whirlwind appeared in the sky below this huge square in a few breaths. Then the wind whirlwind trembled heavily, and suddenly shook, turning into several light spots and dissipated. Two figures among them were guarding a heavy wind and slowly landing under this seat from the air.

And Dongge also felt a triggering sword intent under me.

A huge lightning suddenly rushed up from the clouds. The dazzling and weak light in the air almost made a small number of people habitually close their eyes.

However, the Sword Master ignored Feng Qing'er's laughter. He rolled his eyes and sat under the chair. Lei Shan in front of him stood respectfully with his hands down.

Yi Tengrong's faint voice was like thunder, resounding throughout Yi Teng, and its voice contained some thunder power. Some people with slightly stronger strength would almost tremble in their bodies.
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