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Chapter 252 The Sifang Pavilion Conference Begins

On this day, countless figures stepped into the Fenglei Mountains and walked up the mountain road.

This road leads directly to Lei Mountain, a majestic and steep mountain, and is also the location where the Sifang Pavilion Conference was held.

As an annual conference, Sifang Pavilion has never excluded people from watching. On the contrary, they hope to let more people see the strength of the younger generation.

At the foot of the mountain, two mountain roads appear, going up the mountain from different directions.

"Everyone who came has heard clearly. If you want to participate in the conference, you only need to meet three conditions.

1. Have the strength of three-star Dou Huang or above.

Second, the age must be under thirty years old.

Third, it must survive five rounds in my hands. "

In front of the crowd, a red-robed old man's voice sounded like a bell, and he immediately suppressed the noise.

Someone recognized the identity of the man and the woman as the two elders Huo Mu who had a high status in Fenglei Pavilion.

"I'm afraid this year's conference is not interesting. Not many people dare to go up the mountain from here."

The old woman, one of the elders, noticed that no one came forward and curled her lips secretly.

"It doesn't make any difference whether there is one or not. The final decision still has to be made among the other three pavilions."

The old man said lightly.

"Nothing goes wrong this year, we will continue to win the championship."

The old woman laughed.

"With Feng Qing'er here, apart from Mu Qingluan who is afraid of Xingyun Pavilion, there really are no opponents."

The old man nodded, confident that Fenglei Pavilion would win the first place this time. Outsiders didn't know Feng Qing'er's strength, but they understood it very well.

These days, the strength Feng Qing'er shows to the outside world is still in the sealed stage.

After a pause, he frowned again and said: "Last time in the Tianmu Mountains, it seemed that another kid appeared in Xingyun Pavilion. His strength should not be underestimated."

"Hmph, a poor boy from the Northwest Territory, I don't know what happened to Master Feng, but he was so kind to him. I heard that he was made the Young Pavilion Master of Xingyun Pavilion."

The old woman looked unhappy when she mentioned this matter. In the Tianmu Mountains incident, her own Feng Qing'er suffered a loss due to her hidden strength and the fact that she faced Mu Qingluan and Xiao Yan.

"But this time in Leishan, those two people are not so lucky."

The old woman smiled coldly.

The old man next to her was silent and didn't say anything, but his expression still agreed with her.

The crowd gathered into a torrent and headed up the mountain.

After arriving at the place, there is a huge platform with many giant silver trees without branches and leaves growing around it. Thunder and lightning burst out from these trees from time to time, gathering towards the dark clouds in the sky.

More and more people poured in, and the space seemed not enough. Some people stood directly on the treetops.

At this time, a dazzling light lit up in the sky, followed by a loud roar.

A majestic bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed directly next to a row of seats.

When the lightning flashed away, four figures emerged from inside.

"The four pavilion masters of Fenglei Pavilion!"

"The one in the middle with the silver beard must be Venerable Lei, right?"

Exclaims of exclamation came one after another from all around, and everyone looked at the ordinary-looking middle-aged man with envy in their eyes.

call out!
At this moment, a burst of wind came.

I saw a huge sword that was ten feet long, tearing through the sky, flickering, and shooting towards the top of the mountain.

"Haha, Master Jian, you came the fastest this time."

Venerable Lei, dressed in silver robes, stood up from his seat, and his hearty laughter spread across the mountain top.

The giant sword approached the seat, transformed into countless light spots and shattered, and two figures emerged from it, one old and one young.

The young one is a young man, the most outstanding being of the younger generation in Wanjiange, named Tang Ying. Next to him was an old man in linen clothes with an unattractive appearance. He was a bit short and could not be seen if he was thrown into the crowd.

Lord Sword ignored Lord Lei, and just as he was about to take his seat, a jet-black light emerged from the foot of the mountain and appeared next to the seat as if teleporting.

"Hehe, old man Jian still has this bad temper. It seems that he is still worried about that competition back then."

An old man in black robes was sitting on an empty chair. His face was pale and sickly, and his eyes were one black and one white, which looked extremely strange.

"Back then, I was unlucky enough to lose to him. Compared with someone who only lasted a hundred rounds in the hands of Lord Feng, I was much better. Don't you think so, Lord Huangquan?"

Master Jian did not tolerate the other party at all, and retorted back with a neither salty nor bland tone.

Just when the two were about to exchange words, a green tornado in the sky attracted everyone's attention.

The green whirlwind was so huge that it fell towards the top of the mountain like it covered the sky and the sun.

Approaching the top of the mountain, the whirlwind trembled and turned into points of light, and three figures emerged from inside.

Standing on the ground, Xiao Yan looked around and whispered, "There are so many people."

"Young Pavilion Master, the Sifang Pavilion Conference is a relatively lively event in Zhongzhou. It is normal for so many people to watch."

The woman in green clothes reminded softly.

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, "We must try our best to regain the first place this time."

Although with the help of his teacher, he became the Young Pavilion Master as soon as he entered Xingyun Pavilion, there are still many people who disobey him behind his back.

This Sifange Conference is a good opportunity for me to perform well.

"Young Pavilion Master has a really good idea, but I want to remind you that Feng Qing'er is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

Mu Qingluan glanced at him.

Having been in contact with the Tianmu Mountains, Xiao Yan was deeply impressed by her. He could always feel a dangerous aura from her body.

He had not experienced this kind of thing among his peers for a long time, except for senior Lin Xiu.

After the four venerables arrived, they exchanged simple greetings, and then Venerable Lei announced the rules.

There are a total of forty-nine people who have passed the test at this conference, plus four candidates who participated, a total of fifty-four people.

They need to get a top eight spot here.

"Don't worry and fight. I'm here, don't be afraid."

Master Feng patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, his eyes full of optimism.

Among the four sages present, he has been promoted to Dou Zun for the longest time, so he naturally has the confidence to say this.

At the same time, he believed in his old friend's vision of recruiting disciples.

The only pity now is that the old friend cannot be resurrected and can't have wine and talk like before.

He does know how to revive his old friend, but now all hope lies with Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan's current level is not enough.

After returning from the Tianmu Mountains, Xiao Yan was indeed promoted to Douzong, but it was still a bit risky to swallow the third kind of strange fire at this time.

As everyone entered the square, the melee began.

The early stage was not the most exciting moment yet, so the four venerables did not have much interest in paying attention.

The black-robed Venerable Huang Quan moved his buttocks, leaned forward a little, and looked at Venerable Lei, "A while ago, I heard that one of your cabinet disciples was wiped out along with his family, and he even claimed that he would be there. Is there such a thing as going to Leishan in the Sifang Pavilion Conference?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Lei's face twitched slightly. Fenglei Pavilion had not encountered such a thing for so many years.

It's really a shame that something like this happened.

"That's just nonsense. That guy is just a Dou Zong. That means I was a step too late in receiving the news. Otherwise, I would have killed him long ago."

The person who answered stood behind Venerable Lei, his face full of dissatisfaction and anger.

He is Fei Tian, ​​the master of the North Pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion.

At that time, the Tianbei City area was within his jurisdiction. Because of this, he was held accountable several times.

(End of this chapter)