"Hmph, go back with me."

Venerable Huangquan lifted Wang Chen's collar in his hand as soon as he grabbed it, and immediately flew away as soon as he stepped on it.

"Teacher, teacher, you are about to put it down, don't carry me like this, I don't want to lose face!"

"Smack!"

With a crisp slap, the screams stopped abruptly.

"Poof!"

Mu Qingluan shook his head with a smile, and then summoned his fighting wings and flew towards the high platform.

On the high platform, the old god of the Sword Venerable looked at the Huangquan Venerable on the ground and said, "Who said just now that you would break your leg if you lose?" ”

"Broken legs??"

Wang Chen, who had just stood still, turned even paler.

"It's your business, Lao Tzu is such a disciple, I broke you to accompany me!"

Venerable Huangquan said angrily.

"Hahahaha, Venerable Huangquan, you really aren't Huangquan at all."

The Sword Venerable's laughter was even more presumptuous.

"Xiao Yan, I think you seem to be an alchemist, give me a few pills to heal your injuries and restore your fighting spirit."

Venerable Huangquan honestly and unceremoniously said to Xiao Yan.

"Haha, Xiao Yan, you can give it to him."

Venerable Feng also saw Venerable Huangquan show such a childish appearance, so he ordered Xiao Yandao with a smile.

"Well, these bottles of pills are all five-grade, and they should be enough for Wang Chen."

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and casually threw a few bottles of pills to Venerable Huangquan.

"Thank you."

Seeing Xiao Yan give him the pill so simply, Venerable Huangquan's tone quietly softened a lot.

"Whew!"

A sound of breaking wind came, and Mu Qingluan fell lightly.

"Teacher."

Mu Qingluan bowed his head slightly.

"Qingluan, hurry up and recover your vindictiveness."

Venerable Wind nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, Teacher."

"Mu Qingluan vs. Wang Chen, Mu Qingluan wins. In the next game, Mu Qingluan vs. Feng Qing'er, twenty minutes later, the final winner will be produced between the two of them. ”

Venerable Thunder announced in a loud voice.

"Boom!"

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became hot, they had already seen the true strength of the disciples of the Sifang Pavilion in the previous two games, so the final battle would definitely be even more exciting.

"Senior sister is going to come on, Feng Qing'er's strength is very strong, even Tang Ying of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has not defeated her."

Xiao Yansai gave Mu Qingluan a Qi Cultivation Pill and whispered.

"Senior brother, I will."

Mu Qingluan nodded lightly.

Just as Mu Qingluan closed his eyes and regained his fighting spirit, Feng Qing'er, who was standing behind Venerable Lei, suddenly glanced at Mu Qingluan and Xiao Yan meaningfully.

The time is quite short, and it is unusually hidden.

Xiao Yan, who had amazing perception, subconsciously looked back, but everything was normal, and after frowning slightly, he immediately focused on Mu Qingluan's body.

Feng Qing'er, who lowered her head and was talking to Venerable Lei, quietly smiled on the corner of her mouth.

Half an hour later.

In mid-air, two long-sleeved beauties are far away from each other.

Behind each of the two shadows stood quietly a huge phantom across the sky, the Black Phoenix Statue facing the phantom of Tianluan!

In just ten minutes, the two of them had already displayed all kinds of dazzling fighting skills and bombarded each other again and again, but they couldn't help it.

While the audience on the sidelines was fascinated, they were also guessing who the two proud women of heaven would be the ultimate winner.

Now that we've finally come to this point, one move will determine the winner!

"Buzz!"

The bewitching black phoenix statue behind Feng Qing'er suddenly flapped its wings, and Ang Tian let out a long phoenix roar.

Just as Mu Qingluan's face was solemn and he was about to activate the true body state of Tianluan, with a "bang", the Black Phoenix Saint Statue suddenly turned into countless points of light and dissipated into the air.

"What??"

Mu Qingluan's hands that were about to seal suddenly let go, and he looked at the girl in the colorful skirt opposite with a stunned expression.

"The vindictiveness is running out, and I admit defeat."

Feng Qing'er's red lips opened lightly and said calmly.

"Running out of vindictiveness? How so? ”

On the high platform, Venerable Lei frowned and pondered.

"Feng Qing'er, what the hell are you doing?"

Mu Qingluan put down his two jade arms and frowned slightly.

As the opponent who has fought with Feng Qing'er until now, Mu Qingluan knows very well that Feng Qing'er's fighting spirit is definitely not exhausted, and may even be more than his own.

"Whew!"

Feng Qing'er shook her back, and the colorful phoenix wings behind her flew in front of Mu Qingluan.

Mu Qingluan didn't make a move, but casually dispersed the Tianluan phantom behind him, and looked at Feng Qing'er quietly.

Feng Qing'er's blue and silver eyes glanced at the huge phantom that was gradually dissipating with interest, and then looked down at Mu Qingluan and said, "This time, I will let your favor be offset by the time Xiao Yan let me go at the exit of the Tianmu Mountain Range." ”

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qing'er flew straight away from the field.

"Hmph, who wants you to let me, I can still defeat you with my strength!"

Mu Qingluan was slightly stunned and said indignantly.

"It's all to blame, senior brother, if he doesn't let Feng Qing'er go, I can defeat Feng Qing'er in a bright way."

The more she thought about it, the more angry Mu Qingluan became, and immediately flew towards the top of the high platform, she was going to find her stinky senior brother to settle accounts!

"Teacher, I'm defeated."

On the high platform, Feng Qing'er said to Venerable Lei nonchalantly.

"It's okay, it's just that the fighting spirit is exhausted, and if you lose, you will be defeated."

Venerable Lei raised his eyebrows and immediately comforted.

It seems that this disciple of his, has his own secrets.

"In the final game, Mu Qingluan vs. Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan won, and the final winner of this Sifang Pavilion Conference was Mu Qingluan from Starfall Pavilion. The first of the four pavilions of this session is the Starfall Pavilion, and the next quadrangular pavilion conference will also be held in the Starfall Pavilion in the southern region of Zhongzhou. ”

Seeing that Mu Qingluan had also returned, Venerable Lei immediately patted his ass and got up and announced unusually straightforwardly.

"Now, then, adjourn!"

After saying that, the four Venerables flew into the sky with their own disciples with their own powers, no, it should be the depths of the Wind Thunder Pavilion more precisely, because they still have more important things to discuss.

The crowd of people who had been fighting outside the square for a long time also sighed to each other, and then began to slowly disperse.

"Damn, I saw that I was a thief and a chicken, and I played with Xiao Yan for a while, it's time to go back to the clan."

Among the thousands of people, a sturdy little fat man burst out with a rude face, and then flowed down the thunder mountain without looking back.

Following.

There is a huge silver tower on the top of the Thunder Mountain in the Wind Thunder Mountain Range, and this silver tower is fifty zhang high, so high that it is inserted into the clouds. And outside this silver giant tower, there are layers of rich thunder light lingering, which looks extremely majestic and mysterious.

This is the Heavenly Thunder Tower, it is the cultivation secret realm of the Wind Thunder East Pavilion, and it is also the place where the core disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion temper the Three Thousand Thunder Movements and the Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body.

And now in front of the tower, there are several figures standing here.

"What? You said that Feng Qing'er deliberately lost to you for my sake?? ”

An unbelievable voice suddenly rang out.

PS: Sixth update

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