Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 478 The Proud Little Phoenix
When Hun Ruoruo and the others passed through the thick clouds filled with thunder, the huge, iron-clad fortress that had appeared in their sight finally came into view.

Looking down from the top of the white crane, an almost countless crowd of people gathered in front of the temple like pilgrims. The huge and terrifying number of people made Hun Ruoruo a little surprised.

Although she had the unreal title of "Daughter of the Clan Leader", she had grown up on the edge of the Soul Realm and it was indeed the first time that she experienced the terrifying appeal of the major forces in Zhongzhou.

Unknowingly, Venerable Feng had quietly placed this heavy burden on her shoulders.

"Senior Sister, we're just inside the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. As the new chief of the Starfall Pavilion, you're sure to steal everyone's attention this time. With Feng Qing'er's temper, who knows how she'll cause you trouble."

Seeing that no one was around, Mu Qingluan quickly lowered her voice and whispered, "Although that guy is far from your opponent, this is his territory after all, so we'd better be careful."

Obviously, knowing Hun Ruoruo's character, she was very afraid that she would have an argument with Feng Qing'er at this time.

Hun Ruoruo was a little amused: "Qingluan, didn't Feng Qing'er beat you before? Now that you see her, don't you want to win back?"

"Of course I do!"

Mu Qingluan said almost without hesitation.

However, just as she finished her words, the girl, who had originally refused to be outdone, suddenly lowered her head, her expression becoming somewhat indignant. "It's just that this woman is extremely vindictive, and since I really can't beat her right now, I can only endure it for now."

Being in the territory of Fenglei Pavilion, even if Mu Qingluan wanted to compete with the other party, she had no chance to show her strength.

After all, the Sifang Pavilion Exchange Meeting is just an opportunity for each other to show their strengths. If they really want to determine who is better, they still have to wait for the most important subsequent competition.

Only then will the geniuses of the Sifang Pavilion truly compete for the final winner!

Seeing the girl's rather discouraged expression, Hun Ruoruo's eyes narrowed slightly, then she smiled mysteriously and said, "In that case, does Qingluan want to collect some interest from her first?"

Mu Qingluan was stunned: "Interest?"

However, before she could react, an extremely exquisite and gorgeous purple-gold necklace was quietly taken out by the other party and casually placed in her palm.

"This is."

Looking at the eye-catching deep purple crystal in the middle of the necklace, the next moment, Mu Qingluan's heart suddenly twitched violently, and she felt an extreme fear coming from her blood, which disappeared in an instant.

She vaguely saw that in the center of the cool and gorgeous crystal, there seemed to be a ball of sticky liquid like blood, constantly rolling and flowing.

Mu Qingluan's face was stiff, and she spoke with great difficulty: "Senior Sister."

"Shhh."

At some point, Hun Ruoruo's pretty face had quietly rested against the girl's shoulder. Her previous demeanor had transformed into a voice full of alluring charm and allure.
"This is...fish bait."

Distinguished guests arrived one after another. In addition to the host Fenglei Pavilion itself, powerful forces such as Huangquan Pavilion and Wanjian Pavilion also attracted many people's attention.

They knew that although Fenglei Pavilion was now the leader of the four pavilions, the other three were not much different in terms of foundation. If it were not for the existence of "Miss Feng", it would still be unknown which family would take the top spot.

However, just as everyone was secretly praising and sighing, a clear and loud crane cry suddenly rang out from above the clouds, instantly focusing everyone's attention on the dome.

The next moment, a giant crane, covered in colorful light, appeared. It brought with it a powerful wind and instantly broke through the clouds, flying across the sky at high speed.

"Seven-colored Spirit Crane? It's Miss Feng! Miss Feng has finally appeared!"

"My goodness, looking at the aura Miss Feng exudes right now, I'm afraid she's almost reached the threshold of the Douhuang peak, right? She's truly worthy of being the closed disciple of Master Lei Zun!"

Feng Qing'er's appearance instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire venue, causing countless people to express enthusiastic excitement and speak with envy. Under the gaze of countless people, the woman in the colorful dress who stood proudly on the crane's body had already leaped down from the sky, lightly stepping through the crowded crowd.

This inherent dignity and transcendence made her look like a princess who had run away from a vast empire, holy and inviolable, and extremely out of place with the huge crowd gathered below.

However, the only thing that makes people feel discouraged is the indifference hidden beneath the woman's purple-brown eyes, which is like ice that penetrates the bones, making people completely lose the desire to approach her.

"You can watch from a distance but not get close to it."

The woman's indifferent gaze swept over them, and the originally heated atmosphere suddenly turned cold in their hearts, with a trace of horror on their faces that they could not suppress.

"Are all the people from the other three pavilions here?"

Ignoring the gazes of the people behind her, Feng Qing'er walked up to the two old men who came to meet her and spoke lightly.

"Don't worry, young lady. Before you arrived, the heirs of the other three pavilions had already rushed to the banquet. However, after all, you are the host of this banquet. Since you haven't arrived, the banquet will naturally not start easily."

Upon hearing this, one of the old ladies in green robes immediately smiled and flattered.

Hearing this, Feng Qing'er finally nodded, a smile appearing on her cold and pretty face. "It's better to wait. Those guys always boasted that they were my equals. After this experience, they can finally face some reality."

"Haha, Miss, as the champion of the previous competition, you are naturally much better than the heirs of the three pavilions."

Another old man in red smiled and said slowly, "If it weren't for the person from the Qingluan Clan joining the Xingyun Pavilion, I'm afraid you wouldn't have felt any pressure at all during the last competition."

Feng Qing'er of the Qingluan Clan narrowed her long, beautiful eyes slightly, and then asked with interest, "Speaking of which, it seems that Mu Qingluan recently gave up the position of chief?"

The news of Xingyun Pavilion, even though it was at an immeasurable distance from them, still spread throughout Sifang Pavilion at the first opportunity, and Mu Qingluan's voluntary resignation from the position of chief was indeed one of the things that Feng Qing'er cared about most at the moment.

As both were avian monsters, even if Feng Qing'er did not want to be classified in the same category with it, she had to admit that Mu Qingluan had a pride that came from her bloodline. If she was not sincerely convinced, how could she voluntarily give up the position of chief?
Seeing this, the old man in red suddenly looked gloomy and said in a low voice: "This woman's origin is mysterious, young lady must not underestimate her."

"From what we know, it only took her a few days from joining the Xingyun Pavilion to becoming the chief. To have been able to gain the trust of Master Feng in such a short time, this woman must either have a deep relationship with him or possess talent and strength that surpasses Mu Qingluan."

"Surpass Mu Qingluan? If she really had the strength to surpass Mu Qingluan, she wouldn't have been so unknown in Zhongzhou before."

Feng Qing'er slowly and methodically combed her black hair that was blown away by the strong wind, and her pair of gem-like eyes flickered with a few inexplicable gleams.

She said softly, "Although this person is certainly no ordinary person, it is certain that strength is definitely not the primary requirement for becoming the chief. If she really has no relationship with Feng Zun, then even if she is a Dou Zong, it is impossible for her to sit in the chief position in such a short time."

"For the always cautious Master Feng, a well-known Mu Qingluan is definitely better than a strange woman whose origins are unknown. This is human nature."

Even though Feng Qing'er's words revealed her undisguised arrogance, they were still filled with calmness and confidence, which made the red-robed old man immediately lose the idea of ​​refutation.

Seeing this, the wrinkles on the old woman in green robe suddenly turned into chrysanthemums:
"Ka-ka, old man, Qing'er has already become the next Pavilion Master's successor, why are you still saying these words to boost others' prestige? Now look, that girl sees it more clearly than you do, can you still save your face?"

The red-robed old man frowned, but ultimately shook his head and said, "I'm just doing my job. As for the final decision, it will naturally be left to the young lady herself."

"Don't worry, Second Elder."

Seeing that the two seemed about to argue, Feng Qing'er gently pursed her lightly powdered red lips and slowly said, "Mu Qingluan has already been trampled under my feet. Even if someone else were to replace her, the outcome would not be different."

After saying that, the woman in the colorful skirt lightly tapped the long boots hidden in the hem of her skirt, and then she stepped into the hall with her slender legs.

Her name, Feng Qing'er, cannot be overshadowed by a wild woman who appeared out of nowhere.
(End of this chapter)