Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 139 Suppressing the Entire Scene Single-handedly

Xiao Yan glanced around the martial arts arena. The seemingly disordered arena was actually filled with Dou Zong elders from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

With his current cultivation level, a full-force attack might easily break through the blockade of a Dou Zong. Even breaking through the spatial barrier instantly wouldn't be a problem for Senior Tianhuo. Perhaps…

"Don't think about it."

Venerable Tianhuo said solemnly, "Since you have never reached the Venerable Realm, you naturally do not know the difference between Dou Zong and Dou Zun."

I can tell you bluntly, the difference between the two is like heaven and earth! The moment you reveal your intention to break through, the Thunder Venerable can use spatial power to seal off all your movements.

Moreover, the Four Pavilions Conference is jointly organized by the Four Pavilions. Anyone who tries to cause trouble at the venue is undoubtedly slapping them in the face.

Not counting your senior from the Starfall Pavilion, that was also fighting against three Dou Zun simultaneously. Rather than acting rashly, it's better to wait for an opportunity; that way, there's still a glimmer of hope.

"All right……"

Xiao Yan took a deep breath.

Just as Xiao Yan was racking his brains for a way to escape, the four Venerables on the high platform were chatting leisurely with great interest, their expressions full of ease.

A gentle smile crossed Venerable Feng's face: "The Four Pavilions Conference is held every three years. I wonder how many talented young people will emerge this time."

The venue for the Four Pavilions Tournament was chosen by the winner of the previous tournament, with the Wind and Thunder Pavilion having previously taken the lead.

Lei Zun Zhe laughed and said, "If your beloved disciple Mu Qingluan awakens the bloodline of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, she will be the number one among the Four Pavilions."

The implication of this statement is that Mu Qingluan's cultivation level is still far from sufficient, and it is simply impossible for Xingyun Pavilion to surpass the other three pavilions with her alone.

Mu Qingluan slightly pursed her cherry lips, her delicate eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly, her eyes and brows revealing a hint of dissatisfaction with the seemingly complimentary but actually dismissive words.

"I hope she's lucky enough to have that opportunity."

Venerable Feng remained calm. After Yao Chen's death, his focus shifted from managing the Starfall Pavilion to traveling around in search of Han Feng and to uncover the truth behind what happened.

At this moment, Venerable Huangquan sneered, "If you ask me, this year, Feng Qing'er from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion is the most powerful. Venerable Lei must think so too."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the high platform fell silent, and the smile on Lei Zun Zhe's face vanished completely.

Back then, when Venerable Lei sold his disciple for personal gain, it was quite an interesting story in the entire Central Continent, and it was common knowledge that the relationship between the master and disciple had deteriorated to the extreme.

Normally, no one in the Wind and Thunder Pavilion dares to bring up this matter, for fear of offending Venerable Thunder.

While Venerable Huangquan might have a slight difference in cultivation level compared to Venerable Lei, they were equals in status and had no such concerns. Now, instead of enjoying the spectacle, he was openly trying to sow discord between the two...

"Qing'er's talent is naturally among the best of the four disciples..."

Lei Zun Zhe's expression turned ugly for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. With the Four Pavilions Conference in front of him, he could not openly discuss the conflict between master and disciple.

Moreover, Feng Qing'er is indeed the most outstanding disciple of Fenglei Pavilion at present.

Even if he allocates resources to other disciples, the difference in talent is undeniable, and it's simply unrealistic to expect others to replace Feng Qing'er in a short period of time.

Feng Qing'er's expression remained as cold and calm as ever. After Lei Zunzhe imprisoned her and sent her to the human imperial clan, she scoffed at the idea of ​​Lei Zunzhe being her personal disciple.

Now that she is His Majesty the Phoenix Emperor's envoy, she regards it as a disgrace! "Alright, the time has come, let's preside over the assembly."

The Sword Master, dressed in hemp robes and carrying a long sword, smoothed things over.

The Four Pavilions Tournament officially began, with independent cultivators competing against each other for a spot to fight against the disciples of the Four Pavilions.

Reputation is something that is flashy but insubstantial, yet it always attracts people like moths to a flame.

There were countless people hoping to make a name for themselves at the conference, and thousands of talented individuals immediately surged through the venue, until only forty-nine remained.

"Okay, you guys go down too."

Lei Zun Zhe nodded slightly.

Feng Qing'er's cold and beautiful face remained expressionless, but suddenly a cloud of colorful clouds swirled around her, and she transformed into a streak of light. In the blink of an eye, her figure, wrapped in the colorful clouds, landed steadily in the arena.

A light blue breeze swirled around Mu Qingluan, carrying the fresh scent of sprouting grass and trees. Tang Ying tapped his toes, and his longsword was drawn in response. He flew on his sword, while Wang Chen transformed into ghostly mist, exuding a sinister aura.

"The rules are simple: no restrictions on means or methods. The person who stands until the end will be the winner of this Four Pavilions Conference."

Fei Tian's voice boomed like a bell, resounding throughout the entire arena. His gaze swept over everyone in the arena, finally landing on Feng Qing'er and her three companions. His voice suddenly rose: "The final battle begins!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the arena erupted in chaos. A dazzling array of battle auras, like fireworks bursting forth, instantly illuminated the entire sky, and a breathtaking melee began.

Some drew their weapons, their flashes accompanied by sharp, piercing sounds; others employed secret techniques, their movements unpredictable; still others engaged in direct physical combat, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding echoing incessantly.

Amidst the chaos, Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, and Wang Chen moved in perfect unison.

A light blue breeze swirled around Mu Qingluan, and several sharp wind blades condensed at her fingertips. Tang Ying's sword gleamed with powerful battle qi, its cold light flashing. Wang Chen, meanwhile, once again disappeared into the faint shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmered with an eerie light.

Although the three did not speak to each other, they seemed to have an innate understanding and attacked the rogue cultivators in the arena almost at the same time.

This is an unspoken rule of the Four Pavilions Tournament. No matter how fierce the competition is among the disciples of the Four Pavilions, they will never allow the champion of the tournament to fall into the hands of a rogue cultivator. Before the internal war, clearing the field is the primary objective.

In an instant, wind blades, sword light, and black shadows intertwined and swept towards the rogue cultivators, forcing them to retreat repeatedly and complaining bitterly.

However, at this moment, Feng Qing'er stood gracefully in the center of the field, her expression cold and beautiful. A faint sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. Just as Mu Qingluan and the other two were clearing the field together, she suddenly raised her delicate hand.

"boom--!"

A dazzling ball of colorful light gathered in Feng Qing'er's palm. The light grew brighter and brighter, and the faint sound of a phoenix's cry could be heard from it, exuding a terrifying pressure.

Immediately afterwards, she flipped her hand, and the ball of colorful light transformed into countless tiny rays of light, like arrows flying across the sky, bombarding everyone in the arena!

The sudden attack stunned everyone.

Mu Qingluan and the other two looked utterly astonished: "Feng Qing'er, are you crazy! Do you intend to suppress everyone here by yourself?!"

In the audience, Xiao Yan clenched his fists, feeling a chill run down his spine at the sight of Feng Qing'er.

Just how strong is she now?!

(End of this chapter)