"Han Feng!" Venerable Feng shouted, obviously this Yaochen's best friend was really angry at the moment.

Looking at Venerable Feng's eyes that almost froze with killing intent, Han Feng hurriedly shouted, "Don't kill me, it's none of my business, I'm also forced by those people in the Soul Palace!"

"Soul Palace, where is the old guy being held now?" Venerable Feng glanced at Han Feng with a cold gaze, and then asked.

"Anyway, can you let me go?" Han Feng hesitated for a moment and said.

Venerable Feng said: "Say, you can suffer less sin, if you don't say it, you will die now!"

"Kill me, and you won't be able to know where Yaochen is kept!" Han Feng gradually regained a trace of courage.

Venerable Feng's eyes were cold, his palms were bent into claws, and a terrifying suction force sucked Han Feng directly in front of him, and then his palm grabbed his neck like an eagle's claw, and the old face that was usually kind and kind became extremely terrifying at this moment: "You pig and dog are not as good as evil animals!

An invisible wind blade flashed in, and suddenly, a terrible scream erupted from Han Feng's mouth. One of his arms had been cut off by Wind Venerable Qi Gen.

Xiao Yan on the side also looked at Han Feng coldly, and with a flick of his hand, a wisp of turquoise flame flashed out, and suddenly, a terrible scream sounded again.

The wound on the severed arm was instantly charred under the scorching fire, and the dripping blood was also stopped in time.

"Say!"

Han Feng gasped heavily: "I said that I can still live!"

"Don't say that the old man unloaded your other arm!"

Han Feng said with a hideous expression: "You just unloaded all my limbs, and I won't say it!"

Venerable Feng sneered: "Really, you are so strong, do you still expect someone to come and save you?"

At this moment, the hideousness on Han Feng's face gradually receded, and it was replaced by an extremely lonely expression.

yes, who will come to his rescue?

Is it possible? Now that he has broken his arm, it is even more useless for them, and they save themselves, I am afraid that it is also to refine his soul. In their eyes, they are just more valuable than ants.

Suddenly, Han Feng felt that he had lived so sadly in his life, and in the end, he didn't even have a friend of life and death!

"Say, where is Yaochen locked up!" Seeing that Han Feng's eyes were no longer resolute, Venerable Feng pressed his five fingers harder, and his neck tightened.

At a certain moment, a handsome face appeared in his mind.

"Brother will not live up to me, I will not live up to my brother!"

Yes, someone will come to save me! Han Feng closed his eyes and didn't say anything again, Purple Wing was already his last hope, he wanted to live, he didn't want to die!

And if you want to live, you have to close your mouth and your body to withstand torture!

......

"Old Feng, what should I do now?" Seeing Han Feng like this, Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment and asked.

"When the Quartet is over, I don't believe it, I can't pry open this beast's mouth!"

......

Thunder Mountain!

It stands on one of the most majestic peaks in the Wind and Thunder Mountains.

Thunder Mountain is very high, from the foot of the mountain at a glance, there is no end in sight, halfway up the mountain, clouds and mist are shrouded, and there is actually a faint flash of thunder in it.

Suddenly, a piercing sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded above the Thunder Mountain, and in an instant, a huge sword with a width of ten zhang pierced through the sky and swept over, appearing in the sky above the square in a flash.

"Haha, Sword Venerable, this time you came quickly. Seeing the giant sword in the sky, the Thunder Venerable, dressed in a silver robe, also stood up, and laughter resounded like thunder above the Thunder Mountain.

The giant sword trembled slightly, and then turned into countless points of light, and jumped away, and on it, two figures slowly fell from the sky and landed on the seats.

Two figures, one old and one young, are the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and Tang Ying,

For the laughter of the Lei Venerable, the Sword Venerable ignored it, rolled his eyes, and sat down on the chair, while Tang Ying behind him stood respectfully with his hands down.

After another half an hour, an extremely large tempest eagle flew in from a distance. In a few breaths, it appeared in the sky above the huge square, and then the wind swirled slightly, three figures, no, it should be four, and a rickety figure, which was carried by an old man in a green robe, slowly falling from the sky.

"This old guy actually came so early this time......

The Sword Venerable also raised his head, looked at the distant sky with cloudy eyes, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, this year's big competition, I'm afraid that Huangquan Pavilion will be absent, and this old man is still the last, so let's start. Venerable Lei smiled.

Hearing this, the Sword Venerable also smiled.

"The Quartet is bigger, without my Huangquan Pavilion, wouldn't it be worthy of the name. ”

Suddenly, a strange laugh with a slightly eerie smell sounded, and then a pitch-black light swept from the foot of the mountain, and finally appeared directly on the seat as if teleporting.

The figures that appeared were naturally the Huangquan Venerable and Wang Chen of the Huangquan Pavilion.

"Hehe, the old ghost of Huangquan didn't expect you to still be in this mood. It seems that I haven't seen him for a few years, but I have changed my temper. It's just that you, the beloved disciple, don't even have the strength to end up this time. Just as Venerable Huangquan had just sat down in his seat, a laugh with a slight hint of ridicule beside him also sounded.

"Hmph, the outcome is unknown. Venerable Huangquan glanced at the thin old man on the side, and said in a way that was neither salty nor light.

"Hehe, you're going to die with a hard duck's mouth. Anyway, if you don't get seriously injured, the result will be the same. ”

"You!"

Just between the two of them, Venerable Lei on the main seat slowly stood up, his gaze swept around the square, and suddenly, the noise that went straight into the sky became silent under his gaze that contained a little thunder.

"Today is a good day for my Wind Thunder Pavilion to hold the Sifang Pavilion Conference, thank you for coming to Lei Mountain to cheer for my Wind Thunder Pavilion, but the rules of my Wind Thunder Pavilion, I think everyone also knows, I hope that during the conference, there will be nothing to disturb the conference. "The faint voice of the Thunder Venerable, like thunder, resounded throughout the Thunder Mountain, and in its voice, there was a little bit of thunder, and some of the weaker ones would almost involuntarily tremble slightly.

Seeing that there was no dissent in the audience, Venerable Lei nodded slightly, and with a wave of his palm, a crisp bell sounded again.

"This year's Sifang Pavilion Conference, the participants, including the four disciples of the Sifang Pavilion, a total of fifty-three people, are still the old rules, starting with a melee until there are only eight people left in the final field, now, all the contestants, let's enter the arena. When the bell rang, Venerable Lei's voice also sounded again.

As soon as Venerable Lei's voice fell, there was a burst of wind breaking sound in the square, and then one after another young figures flashed in, and finally walked around the square in a staggered manner, all on alert to each other.

The appearance of these people immediately made the conference hot, and the deafening cheers surged on the top of the mountain like a sea of mountains, reaching into the sky, and even the distant dark clouds became fluctuating because of this.

With the entry of the contestants, Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying, who were on the seat, also moved and fell into the square lightly.

For a long time, I didn't see Wang Chen behind Huangquan Venerable, and Sword Venerable said with a smile: "Huangquan old ghost, why don't you end up as a beloved disciple? ”

At this time, Venerable Huangquan no longer paid attention to the Sword Venerable, and his expression couldn't help but sit up straight, and he raised his eyes to look around, and finally found a purple figure in the crowd of black pressure, only then did he exhale heavily, leaned back in the chair and said lightly: "My Huangquan Pavilion is full of talents, not to mention a bad disciple Wang Chen." ”

"Hey. Say you're fat, you're still panting. ”

As one of the protagonists of this conference, as soon as Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying entered, the cheers around them became more agitated, and the atmosphere on the top of the mountain, under their appearance, quickly entered a climax.

"Wow!"

A clear crane chirp suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the colorful giant crane flapped its wings from the top of the mountain, and a moving shadow swept down from its back, like a gust of wind that gently fell in the square without a sound.

As soon as Feng Qing'er appeared, the Wind Venerable, the Sword Venerable, and the Huangquan Venerable above the seat all had a trace of surprise in their eyes,

The Sword Venerable was slightly moved and said, "This Qing girl thinks she has broken through the barrier, Brother Yunlei actually took action to hide her true strength for her, could it be that she wanted to take it by surprise?"

Hearing this, Venerable Lei laughed and said, "What did Venerable Sword say, this girl's identity is a little special, so I can only do this, but I have to do it." ”

"It seems that the first seat of this year's Sifang Pavilion is still your Wind Thunder Pavilion. Venerable Feng's gaze paused on Feng Qing'er's delicate body, and then said softly.

"Venerable Feng has an overreputation, Qingluan's girl is a member of the Tianluan family, if she performs bloodline awakening, she can also be regarded as the leader of the younger generation. Venerable Lei waved his hand and said with a smile, but there was a little bit of self-satisfaction in his eyes that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and who could snatch the first seat of the Sifang Pavilion from his Feng Lei Pavilion this time.

The Huangquan Venerable on the side couldn't help but sneer, Mu Qingluan of the Tianluan family, Feng Qing'er of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, but now the first disciple of my Huangquan Pavilion is also a purple-winged Hades Lion with ancient bloodlines, the peak of the Nine Star Dou Sect, even if the phoenix girl of your Wind Thunder Pavilion is still a big gap compared to one.

Among the quadrangular pavilions, Huangquan Pavilion has always been at the end, but this is the first position of the quadrangular pavilion, and my Huangquan Pavilion is going to be decided!

"Huh?"

Behind Venerable Feng, Xiao Yan's gaze was suddenly locked tightly on the purple figure in the crowd at this moment!

Why is this beast here, is he also a member of the Sifang Pavilion?

"Now that everyone has arrived, let's start the conference competition......