People in Doupo: Unparalleled Talents Actually Bring a System

Those who have been able to overcome all the difficulties and survive to this moment are all carefully selected and talented people. Each of them has unique skills and extraordinary means. How can they be mediocre?

However, the course of the battle did not contain too many surprises and suspense, as Xiao Yan, Tang Ying, Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er, all relied on their own powerful strength and exquisite techniques to easily suppress their opponents, eliminating the remaining four with a crushing force.

At this point, the only four people left on the stage are already the top figures of the younger generation in the Northern Region of Zhongzhou. Everyone is looking forward to it, curious about who will eventually win the crown.

"Master Xiao Ling," Lei Zun looked at Xiao Ling with a smile on his face, and invited him with a cupped hand. "In the next round of competition, we still have to rely on you to help these four young people draw lots. What do you think?"

"Since Lord Lei has given such an order, how can I refuse?" Xiao Ling had a faint smile on his face and nodded in response to Lord Lei, showing his calmness.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to signal for the Fenglei Pavilion's referee. When the referee respectfully stood beside him, Xiao Ling's eyes fell on the lottery tube, and he flicked his sleeves and casually pulled out four jade slips from it. His movements were smooth and flowing, revealing a bit of calmness and composure.

After seeing the names engraved on the four jade slips, Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment, and then cast his eyes towards the four people still standing on the competition stage. He cleared his throat and announced loudly,

"The second round of the competition will be arranged as follows: Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion will face Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion; Mu Qingluan from Xingyun Pavilion will compete with Xiao Yan. I hope you will all go all out and show your talents!"

Xiao Ling did not do anything in the lottery. After all, if he had intended to do something behind the scenes during the lottery, he would not have drawn Mu Qingluan and Xiao Yan, two young men from his own camp, to fight together.

In fact, Xiao Ling didn't care too much about it. After all, the Sifang Pavilion Competition was just a competition between a group of young people.

With Xiao Ling's current status and position, he would not resort to such unpresentable means, or do anything unfair and fraudulent for such a competition among juniors. In his eyes, a competition of this level was not worth his doing so.

If he really did that, then everything Xiao Ling said before on behalf of Mu Qingluan would become empty words and would make people laugh at him.

In this way, wouldn't he become a "double-standard" person whose words and deeds are inconsistent and contradictory? How is the difference between him and the Lord God King who claims to be pure and innocent?

Xiao Ling couldn't afford to lose face like this. He always had his own principles and was fair in doing things. How could he make such a mistake?

As Xiao Ling loudly announced the result of the draw, cheers instantly erupted from all around the competition square, and the sound waves rolled up like a tide.

The four contestants on the stage met each other's eyes for a short while before looking away.

The first match was between Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying. The result of this match was actually expected by everyone.

As an outstanding young talent in Wanjian Pavilion, Tang Ying's strength should not be underestimated, but his cultivation has not yet broken through to the Dou Zong realm. On the other hand, Feng Qing'er has successfully crossed that critical threshold and entered the Dou Zong realm.

There is such a huge gap in the strength of the two sides, and the outcome of the fight is immediately clear.

Even though Tang Ying used all his strength and tried his best to resist, he was still unable to withstand Feng Qing'er's fierce attack. He was defeated after only ten moves. Feng Qing'er's every move was neat and decisive, showing the demeanor of a strong man, and the victory was without any suspense.

After the result of the competition between Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying was settled, Xiao Yan and Mu Qingluan did not delay and quickly stepped onto the bustling competition square with nimble postures.

This attracted everyone's attention, and they were all looking forward to the exciting showdown between these two young elites.

However, everyone present knew very well that there was a huge gap in strength between Xiao Yan and Mu Qingluan.

Although Xiao Yan had an outstanding record of killing a Dou Zong from the Glacier Valley and escaping calmly from the hands of several Dou Zongs from the Glacier Valley, everyone knew that he did so by relying on the power of puppets.

However, no external objects were allowed in this competition. Mu Qingluan had successfully broken through to the Dou Zong realm several months ago, but Xiao Yan was only at the high-level Dou Huang realm, so naturally his chances of winning were slim.

These two people are not on the same level at all, they are completely different levels of players. The outcome of this competition seems to be able to be judged at a glance.

"Are you really my senior brother's cousin?"

On the square arena, Mu Qingluan stared at Xiao Yan with curiosity, her beautiful eyes revealing confusion, and she turned her head to look in the direction of Xiao Ling from time to time.

Back then in the Tianmu Mountains, Mu Qingluan had met Xiao Yan several times, but she didn't take it too seriously at the time.

During today's competition, after hearing what her senior brother said, she suddenly realized that the man in front of her with the surname Xiao and the name Xiao Yan was actually her senior brother's cousin.

As this thought flashed through her mind, when Mu Qingluan looked at Xiao Yan again, her eyes had become much kinder.

At this moment, the look Mu Qingluan gave Xiao Yan was like that of an elder looking at a younger generation, full of gentleness and tolerance. There was no longer the sense of scrutiny she had when she first came on stage simply because of her opponent's identity.

After all, if one really had to calculate strictly based on seniority, Xiao Yan would have to respectfully call her Senior Sister.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes and looked across, only to see Mu Qingluan with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes full of interest, looking him up and down.

Looking at her eyes, Xiao Yan could roughly guess what she was thinking, and suddenly felt an inexplicable embarrassment surge in his heart.

After all, if you look closely, just from the looks, Mu Qingluan looks much younger than Xiao Yan now. Xiao Yan looked at her youthful face, and thought about their relationship based on seniority, and the embarrassment in his heart became even worse.

"It's absolutely true. There's really no need for me to lie about this. Besides, since you asked me this, I think my cousin has already told you the details."

However, Xiao Yan quickly came back to his senses, a faint smile appeared on his face. He clasped his fists and bowed to Mu Qingluan, speaking in a leisurely tone.

"In that case, in terms of seniority, you are my junior brother. Don't worry. As your senior sister, I will show mercy to you during the competition later." Mu Qingluan smiled and said softly, with a playful look on her face.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan could only smile bitterly and shook his head, secretly sighing that he had a new senior sister for no apparent reason.

However, he quickly collected his thoughts and calmed down. He then drew out the heavy black iron ruler from his back. His eyes instantly became extremely sharp and he said loudly, "Although I know that I am probably no match for Miss Qingluan, I still hope you can teach me."

"Hmph, remember to call me Senior Sister from now on, otherwise I will definitely teach you a lesson."

Mu Qingluan had a faint smile on her lips and gently waved her slender white jade hand. In an instant, a three-foot-long sword was in her hand.

Then, she stepped lightly on the ground, and like an arrow shot from a bow, she transformed into a green rainbow and pounced swiftly towards Xiao Yan who was standing across the square.

Xiao Yan also showed no sign of retreat, accepting all who came his way. He gripped the heavy black iron ruler tightly in both hands and swung it with all his might. A slash of fire swirled out, swiftly charging towards Mu Qingluan's direction.

As the two sides began to fight, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense...

The result of this competition was just as everyone expected. Although Xiao Yan fought hard, he was ultimately defeated by Mu Qingluan, the senior sister of Xingyun Pavilion.

Relying on her own powerful strength, Mu Qingluan successfully defeated Xiao Yan after a fierce battle, won the competition and advanced to the finals.

However, the course of this competition was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

Xiao Yan only had the cultivation level of a seven-star Dou Huang, but once they started fighting, his explosive power was astonishing. The various methods he deployed were like a blowout, continuous, and colorful. In terms of actual combat power alone, he was almost as strong as a half-step Dou Zong.

Even if there were such talented people as Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion and Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion facing off against Xiao Yan at this moment, it is still unclear who will win.

Unfortunately, the opponent he encountered this time was Mu Qingluan. Mu Qingluan was no ordinary person, she had already successfully broken through the Dou Zong realm, and now she had reached the level of a three-star Dou Zong.

Even though Xiao Yan tried his best and used all his skills, in the face of the absolute gap in strength, he could only swallow his regret and be defeated, and was eliminated from this round of competition.

Faced with such a result, Xiao Yan inevitably felt a little disappointed, but he was not discouraged. On the contrary, this experience further strengthened his determination to pursue greater strength, which would be of great benefit to his future practice.

Mu Qingluan also changed her previous idea that she only paid attention to Xiao Yan because of her senior brother. After this battle, she looked at Xiao Yan in a new light and realized that the person in front of her was not someone who relied solely on kinship, but was a real talent with great potential.

As the dust settled on this competition, the two finalists for the championship of this Four-Party Pavilion Conference were also finalized. One was Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion, and the other was Mu Qingluan from Xingyun Pavilion.

In previous competitions, both of them showed their powerful Dou Zong level strength without reservation.

At the moment, the winner of the championship is still undecided. Everyone is looking forward to seeing who will be able to surpass all others and win the championship.

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At the table, Xiao Yan followed Mu Qingluan and approached Xiao Ling and the others. He looked up at Xiao Ling, clasped his hands together, and greeted him sincerely: "Cousin Xiao Ling, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are doing well!"

"Haha, long time no see, Xiao Yan. Look at you now. Your strength has improved a lot. Your progress is quite remarkable. It's really good." Xiao Ling nodded slightly with a pleased smile on his face, and said to Xiao Yan approvingly.

"Alas, cousin, compared to you, my little progress is really not worth mentioning." Xiao Yan raised his hand and scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said shyly.

During the long time he had been traveling in Zhongzhou, he had heard of many of Xiao Ling's deeds. He knew that he was hailed as the number one prodigy of the younger generation in Zhongzhou, and was also the youngest eighth-grade alchemist in the current Danta records. This record is still firmly held by him.

Looking back to the time when he was in the Northwestern Continent, Xiao Ling was already outstanding enough. After stepping into the vast land of Central Plains, he was like a fish in water, becoming even more dazzling and brilliant.

"Okay, you two stop flattering each other. I'm almost getting calluses on my ears from hearing this." At this time, Lin Yan, who was following behind Xiao Yan, cracked his lips and continued,

"I really didn't expect to run into you, Xiao Ling, this time. When we met again after our separation, you were already an eighth-rank alchemist. Wow, it really makes me feel deeply moved."

"Okay, you guy, stop teasing me. As soon as this Sifang Pavilion meeting is over, I will definitely have a good get-together with you." Xiao Ling smiled, shook his head helplessly, and responded casually.

"Haha, then I will definitely give you a good beating, so don't feel bad!" Lin Yan said with a big laugh, his eyes full of amusement.

Xiao Ling nodded, and did not exchange any more pleasantries with Xiao Yan and the others. Instead, he turned his gaze to Mu Qingluan who was standing beside him, and solemnly instructed:

"Qingluan, you must be careful in the upcoming finals and must not be careless. From what I have observed, Feng Qing'er's true form is the Heavenly Demon Phoenix, which is extremely powerful and should not be underestimated. Your bloodline is inferior to it. If you are careless, you will probably lose to her and miss the championship."

"Brother, are you serious? Feng Qing'er's true form is actually the Heavenly Demon Phoenix?" When Mu Qingluan heard Xiao Ling's words, her pupils shrank slightly, her face full of disbelief, and she spoke with a hint of surprise.

Xiao Yan and Lin Yan, who were standing by, could not help but be slightly shocked when they heard the words "Heavenly Demon Phoenix". They had been wandering in Zhongzhou for quite some time, so they had naturally heard of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix to some extent. Although they did not know much, they knew that it was an extremely powerful family of demon beasts.

Although Xiao Ling and the others had all acted indifferent when talking about the Sky Demon Phoenix before, they had to admit that the Sky Demon Phoenix clan was one of the top Warcraft races in the Warcraft world today.

In the eyes of others, the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan is a veritable behemoth that is enough to scare people away.

At this moment, Mu Qingluan recalled the past times she had dealt with Feng Qing'er, and suddenly she understood. No wonder that woman always looked down on her every time they met. It turned out that she was relying on her noble bloodline to think highly of herself and look down on others.

"Don't worry, senior brother. I will definitely try my best. I won't let that stinky woman Feng Qing'er get any chance to win. We must not lose the face of Xingyun Pavilion!" Mu Qingluan said as she clenched her pink little fists tightly with a serious look on her face.

Now that she knew Feng Qing'er's true identity, a slight pressure quietly welled up in her heart. The complacent look that had previously lingered on her face had now quietly faded away and disappeared without a trace.

"I believe in you, just do your best..."

Xiao Ling smiled and stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Mu Qingluan's little head, and comforted her in a soft tone.

……

"The last match is between Mu Qingluan from Xingyun Pavilion and Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion."

After both sides took a moment to adjust their breathing and get ready, Venerable Lei slowly stood up and solemnly announced this final duel.

As soon as the words fell, the square inside and outside was instantly shrouded in a tense atmosphere that was almost frozen. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to it. The highly anticipated final battle had begun.

As Master Lei finished his words, two brilliant streams of light, one blue and one yellow, flew down from the seats like meteors, and then landed precisely at the two ends of the competition plaza.

As the light faded, the figures of Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er appeared clearly, standing quietly at the two ends of the square, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

In this tense square, Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan each occupied one side and confronted each other.

Feng Qing'er crossed her arms leisurely in front of her chest, raised her beautiful eyes slightly, glanced at Mu Qingluan in front of her with a bit of disdain, and then opened her red lips slightly and said crisply,

"Mu Qingluan, this time you and I are going to fight fairly. Without Venerable Feng to back you up, I want to see if your strength can match your tone."

Her voice was extremely clear and pleasant, like the cry of a phoenix, and her words revealed a dignity and pride that could not be concealed.

"Hmph, you have a stinky face all day long. Look at your arrogant look. I have disliked you for a long time! This Sifang Pavilion competition is a good opportunity for me to give you a good beating!" Mu Qingluan raised the corner of her mouth and smiled slightly, but her tone was not polite at all.

Chapter 413 Final Showdown

Feng Qing'er's eyebrows raised when she heard this, and a chill suddenly rose in her phoenix eyes, just like a frosty blade being unsheathed. "How dare you, you ignorant fellow, speak so arrogantly in front of me? In the past, I just kept in mind some face from Master Feng and never argued with you too much. This time in the Four Square Pavilion Competition, I will let you know that the height of the sky and the depth of the earth are not something you can measure at will!"

After saying this, Feng Qing'er's colorful dress suddenly fluttered without wind. As her dress fluttered, a dazzling dark green light shone through her body, like a living thing moving.

In a moment, the light intertwined and converged, and condensed into a dazzling golden light behind her, just like a luxurious cloak carefully woven by the scorching sunlight.

The light surged and flickered, carrying the tyranny and frenzy unique to the power of wind and thunder. The subtle "crackling" sounds were hidden in it, like muffled thunder rolling in the clouds, demonstrating that the wind and thunder fighting spirit she controlled was vigorous and powerful, making the air around her filled with tense pressure, as if she would be torn apart and crushed by this power in the next second.

Seeing this, Mu Qingluan was not willing to be outdone, and she straightened her body, and green fighting spirit surged out of her body like a surging wave, surrounding her body. With her hair flying, it was as if Qingluan had come to the world, exuding a smart and tenacious aura.

"There is no point in talking any more, let's see what's really going on!"

After she finished speaking, she stomped her foot on the ground and shot out like an arrow. She shook the long sword in her hand and the sword hummed like the cry of a blue bird. Several green sword shadows, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, pierced Feng Qing'er's throat.

Seeing Mu Qingluan's attack, Feng Qing'er's expression froze, and her eyes instantly turned blue-silver, as deep as a cold pond in the endless dark night, revealing a bone-chilling chill and overwhelming pressure.