Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 505: Peeping? Misunderstanding? (3k4, please subscribe!!)

When a commotion broke out outside the venue, Lord Thunder and Lord Sword, who were sitting at the seats, smiled at each other and bowed in each other's direction after seeing Lord Wind appear.

Although the four great venerables have equal status, Venerable Feng became famous the earliest and his strength is also the strongest among the four, so naturally he has to behave quite politely.

However, Venerable Huangquan, who was at the outermost edge, snorted coldly, cast his gaze on the black and white-haired man for a moment, and then turned his head away, as if he had not seen him.

It can be imagined that there is obviously a big gap between Master Feng and the other party.

"Haha, this must be the girl Ruoruo."

Seeing the atmosphere gradually becoming deadlocked, Sword Master took the initiative to step forward and tried to smooth things over with a faint smile.
"I heard earlier that someone had replaced Qingluan's position as the chief, and I was wondering who it was that had such great ability. But after seeing it today, I'm a little surprised."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Venerable Lei who was sitting in the chairman's seat, but even Venerable Huangquan could not help but frown slightly and cast their gaze on the extremely unfamiliar girl.

Given Sword Master's seniority, it's naturally impossible for him to make any flattering remarks that are blatant lies. Even if he is being polite, there must be certain rules and principles to follow.

What really changed his mind was that Mu Qingluan was always half a step behind the other party.

There is no doubt that a woman who can make the former chief willingly give way to her is definitely someone who cannot be underestimated among the younger generation, even if she has never demonstrated her strength!
Venerable Lei smiled and stroked his beard. "Indeed, I heard about it a while ago. Ruoruo stole the show at the Sifang Pavilion Exchange Conference. Even Qing'er was slightly outshined by you. Old Monster Feng has really found a treasure this time."

Seeing that the other party took the initiative to mention the Sifang Pavilion Exchange Meeting, Venerable Feng raised his eyebrows and looked a little surprised.

You know, that Sifang Pavilion exchange meeting made Feng Qing'er lose all her reputation in front of all the geniuses. If it hadn't been blocked in time, I'm afraid even the reputation of Fenglei Pavilion would have suffered a lot of damage.

Under such circumstances, Lei Zun was still able to mention this matter calmly. It must be said that this cunning mansion is really a bit shocking.
Venerable Feng's eyes flickered, but his movements were not slow at all. He smiled and waved behind him:
"You've been valued by these two venerables right from the start. This honor isn't something everyone can have. Ruoruo, take this opportunity to officially reveal yourself."

"Yes."

Hun Ruoruo responded respectfully, then quickly stepped forward and bowed slightly in the direction of the three venerables.

"Chief of Xingyun Pavilion, I greet the three venerables."

The girl was elegant and calm, without any arrogance or stage fright. Her generous and decent performance attracted many young talents around her to cast subtle and passionate glances at her.

Having been accustomed to the iceberg that Feng Qing'er was, this unassuming chief of the Xingyun Pavilion had already secretly become the target of admiration and pursuit by countless people. Even the chiefs of the Wanjian Pavilion and Huangquan Pavilion often argued over this matter in private, which led to a considerable conflict.
"Have seen enough?"

The hoarse and dry voice of the old man rang out, causing the ruffian young man standing behind him to shudder violently and look back in astonishment.
"Uh, teacher."

"Love is the most useless thing, let alone a vase that is only good for appearance. Since you have cultivated the way to the underworld, you will have to abandon these worldly things sooner or later."

Huang Quan Zun stroked his beard and said slowly and methodically, "However, if you win the first place in this competition, I am not incapable of finding a matchmaker for you."

Hearing this, Wang Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of heat, and he licked his lips: "Are you serious?"

As one of the people who witnessed the entire exchange process, he witnessed Feng Qing'er's fall from power with his own eyes. Under such circumstances, it was obviously not as difficult as before to defeat the high-and-mighty Phoenix.

Without this number one threat, his chances of winning the championship will increase significantly!

He nodded imperceptibly, and a strange smile appeared on the gloomy old face of Huangquan Zun, which looked weird no matter how he looked at it, combined with his skin as dry as tree bark.

"Ka-ka, that old monster Feng has always disliked me. If I can use the opportunity of taking the first seat to coerce him, then, regardless of whether this succeeds or not, I will always be one step ahead of him!"

After a brief chat, Venerable Lei glanced at the sky, then slowly stood up and glanced around. Suddenly, the deafening noise before became so faint that you could hear a pin drop.

Following a speech that was filled with awe, and seeing that there was no dissenting voice in the audience, Venerable Lei nodded, then waved his hand and shouted:
"I hereby declare that the Sifang Pavilion Competition has officially begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so young figures originally on the stands turned into streams of light and shot towards the field. In an instant, only Hun Ruoruo was left.

Seeing this, Sword Master showed a rare look of surprise: "This girl, does she really not plan to participate in the competition?"

Venerable Feng nodded helplessly: "Ruoruo's situation is a bit special. If she participates, I'm afraid it will have some negative effects. It should be enough to leave it to Qingluan."

Hearing the other party's ambiguous answer, Sword Master became even more confused. Just as he was about to say something, he was suddenly interrupted by the gloomy old man beside him.

"What special situation do you mean? No matter how special it is, can it be more special than the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and the Blue Luan?" The old man laughed sinisterly, and his words seemed to sneer at Master Feng's explanation.

Hearing this, the usually calm and composed Feng Zunzun's expression instantly darkened. "Huang Quan, I, out of respect for Feng Lei Pavilion, do not wish to argue with you. However, if you insist on insulting my disciple, I guarantee that today's events will become very ugly."

Venerable Feng knew that Hun Ruoruo had made a great contribution to his reunion with his old friend Yao Lao. Regardless of the contributions the other party had made to Xingyun Pavilion during this period, based on this point alone, he, Feng Xian, would never let his old friend suffer even the slightest injustice!

"You--" Sensing the other party's non-threatening attitude, Venerable Huangquan's expression changed. In the end, he chose not to continue to make things difficult for him, but turned his head away with disdain.

"Hmph, accumulated slander can only destroy a person. Even if you, Feng Xian, are the most protective, the news that this girl won't participate in the competition will eventually spread throughout Zhongzhou. By then, I hope you can still be as tough as you are today."

A voice as cold as a poisonous snake sounded slowly, but Master Feng leaned back on the chair without any concern, not even looking at the other party.

"Look, girl, since you can't beat me, you can only use your words to gain the upper hand."

The smile on Master Feng's face remained unchanged, but he secretly pointed to his side with his hand, causing Hun Ruoruo to cover her mouth and laugh softly.

"With you helping Ruoruo vent her anger, how could Ruoruo still have any complaints? However, you are the head of a pavilion. You can just talk, but you must not act impulsively."

Having said that, Hun Ruoruo's heart was already filled with cruelty and resentment.

This damned Huang Quan Zun had been deliberately targeting her with his words from the very beginning, and even told his own disciple such absurd words as wanting to act as a matchmaker for both parties.

How disgusting!

It was ridiculous that a mere person in the early stage of the spiritual realm wanted to hide his words in front of her. When she found an opportunity in the future, she would definitely grind the other person to ashes to relieve the hatred in her heart.

Thinking of this, the evil thoughts in Hun Ruoruo's heart subsided a little, and the look she gave to Master Feng showed a hint of intimacy.

It is indeed much easier to have elders stand up for you than to work hard on your own. No wonder you often encounter the strange phenomenon that the elders come after the younger ones are beaten.
Who wouldn’t want to use someone who has a backer?

As a sword cultivator, Sword Master naturally had a bad relationship with evil people. He immediately explained with a smile:
"Hehe, little girl Ruoruo, you don't know that he vowed to compete with Old Monster Feng in the past. We thought it would be a battle of equal strength, but who could have imagined that after only a hundred moves, the old monster was defeated. That's how the feud began."

Hun Ruoruo was a little surprised: "Master uncle is so strong?"

She knew that Venerable Feng's strength was far beyond that of his peers, but she never expected that with Venerable Huangquan's cultivation level, he would be easily defeated by the other party in just a hundred moves. The gap between them was so huge that it was shocking.

"Uncle Master?"

Sword Master keenly grasped the key point in the girl's words. Since he could be called uncle-master by the other party, there was no doubt that the master of this girl Ruoruo was definitely someone with more experience than Feng Master.

Venerable Feng smiled but did not deny it. "To be honest, although I call this girl my disciple, I actually don't have the ability to accept her as my disciple."

"You old monster, you really hide yourself well." Sword Master smiled bitterly and shook his head.

The more he understood the other party's background, the more frightened he became. When he thought back to what Venerable Huang Quan had said, it seemed a little too ridiculous.

This little girl must not be offended easily.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Sword Master also showed a kind smile on his face and asked slowly:
"Miss Ruoruo, since you don't plan to participate in this event, I wonder if there is anyone you like among the dozens of contestants here?"

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo was stunned at first, and the smile on her pretty face gradually faded unconsciously.

After a while, she sighed helplessly and looked into the distance.
"I don't know if the candidate I like will come."

On the other side, the man in black robe hiding in the crowd was sneaking through the crowd. Judging from his movements, it seemed that he was ready to make a move on the contestants in front of him.

Since many contestants are not from Sifang Pavilion, there will naturally be a place for contestants to report outside to facilitate the normal progress of the competition.
And this just happened to give him an opportunity!
As more and more contestants gathered, the man in black robe seemed to finally be unable to sit still. He moved his body and walked towards the figure at the end of the team little by little.

From his observation, this person seemed to have been staring at the stage in a daze ever since Miss Ruoruo appeared. Whether from a rational or emotional point of view, he was obviously the most suitable one to attack!
"Hehe, if you think about her, you'll be unlucky."

The man in black robe smiled evilly, quickened his pace, and came behind the other person.

"Hey!"

Following Xiao Yan's low shout, the man was immediately frightened and shuddered, turning his head away almost as a conditioned reflex.
"who is it?"

"You don't even remember me? I'm your long-lost brother."

The man in black robe said something nonsense, blew a breath towards his fist, and was about to use the same method to hit the opponent with a dull punch.

However, at this moment, the oncoming wind pressure happened to blow the brim of the hat that was covering her face away a little.
Upon seeing this man's appearance, the black-robed man's pupils shrank to the size of needles. He quickly stopped the heavy punch that was about to hit the opponent's face and said in astonishment:
"You Lin Yan, why is it you?!"

He just wanted to beat up someone, but how did he actually meet his long-lost brother?

(End of this chapter)