The devil speaks to the heavens

Chapter 211 Sifang Pavilion Assembly

Fenglei Pavilion East Pavilion, the name, even in the entire Zhongzhou, has a lot of weight.As the headquarters of Fenglei Pavilion, the strong people here are like clouds, and the defense is even more impenetrable. In the years since Fenglei Pavilion was established, it has experienced many ups and downs, but the East Pavilion has always stood tall, making it famous. In the fights of forces one after another, they gradually stood out, and finally they had the status they have now.

The Sifang Pavilion Conference, as the name suggests, was held by the Sifang Pavilion of Zhongzhou.Every session of the Sifang Pavilion Conference can be regarded as a grand event in Zhongzhou.

Although the protagonists of this Sifang Pavilion meeting are the outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Sifang Pavilion, every Sifang Pavilion meeting will attract many powerful children and countless young people who think they are not weak, so as to make a name for themselves.

The Sifang Pavilion meeting this time was held in the East Pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion.The East Pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion is located in the Fenglei Mountains on the edge of the Northern Territory of Zhongzhou. The area here is quite peculiar. Perhaps because the terrain is too high, there are always thunders and the weather is unpredictable.

Above the Fenglei Mountains, above a dark cloud with a diameter of Zhang Xu, Mo Huai in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, and looked with interest at the popularity slowly showing signs of boiling below him with a smile on his face. Han Yue and Han Xue sisters stood impressively on the side.

Seeing Mo Huai looking down with great interest, the two sisters looked at each other a little helplessly. This mysterious Mr. Mo Huai seems to like to join in the fun!
"What a Thunder Mountain!" Mo Huai looked at the mountain peak where the East Pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion is located, and saw many giant silver trees growing on the mountain. Those trees had no branches and leaves, like straight pillars. Mo Huai couldn't help it. Slightly surprised: "What a special tree, it actually contains the power of lightning, interesting..."

It is precisely because of the existence of these giant silver trees that the power of thunder and lightning in the entire Thunder Mountain is extremely strong. Practicing thunder attribute skills here will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort.

A clear cry of a crane suddenly resounded, causing Mo Huai to turn his head to look, and saw a gorgeous colorful giant crane flying up from the bottom of the mountain with its wings, heading straight for the top of the mountain.On the back of the giant crane, there is a graceful and beautiful figure.

"Wow, what a beautiful crane!" Han Xue yelled at the colorful giant crane, and couldn't help but let out a low voice with shining eyes.

"A sixth-order monster, although its strength is a bit weak, it's not bad as a mount. Since you like it, you can take this crane away with you later," Mo Huai said casually with a light smile.

While talking, Mo Huai's eyes fell on the graceful figure on the back of the seven-colored giant crane, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an inexplicable arc: "It seems more interesting to use Miss Feng as a mount!"

"Palace Master, what do you mean, Miss Feng, the most outstanding disciple of Fenglei Pavilion, is a monster?" Han Yuemei asked with surprise.

"Yes, she is a monster, and she is not an ordinary monster." Mo Huai nodded and said with a smile: "Now she has stepped into the Douzong level, Han Yue, how about it, if you like it, go back to the book So I will capture Miss Feng, a seventh-order monster, and give it to you as a mount."

Han Xue's beautiful eyes sparkled when she heard this, and she looked at Han Yue who was eager to try, as if expecting her sister to agree.

However, Han Yue, who was stunned for a while, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, but she shook her head: "Palace Master, I am only the strength of the Douhuang now, how can I subdue a seventh-order monster with the strength of the Douzong? Let's forget it." !"

"What about the seventh-level monster? Since I said it, there is naturally a way for you to control it," Mo Huai said indifferently, then glanced at the distance with a raised eyebrow and said with a meaningful smile: "However, you It doesn't matter if you don't want it, there may be better choices in the future. And, this time, there may be other people who will be very interested in that Miss Feng."

The two girls looked at each other when they heard the words. They were very intelligent, so they could hear the meaning of Mo Huai's words, and they were afraid that there would be some disturbances in the Sifang Pavilion meeting.

Not long after, amidst the chanting of the bell, in front of the huge silver tower on the top of the mountain, on the edge of the spacious silver square, a huge thunderbolt rushed down from the clouds, and then three figures like the thunderbolt stepped out and sat on the silver seat. superior.

"Master Lei? The strength of the three-star Dou Zun is barely enough!" Glancing at the tall middle man among the three, he looks about 50 or [-] years old, has a silver-white beard on the chin, and is dressed in a silver robe. As for the person with thunder and lightning patterns, as for the masters of the Fenglei West Pavilion and the South Pavilion beside him, Mo Huai is not even interested in taking a second look: "A nine-star Douzong, a Douzong peak, not a Dou Zun, after all Not a real strong man."

Standing behind Mo Huai, Han Yue and Han Xue looked at each other speechlessly.They can have the strength of Douhuang and Douwang at the age of 30, which is already considered a genius and monster among their peers.However, Mo Huai's vision is too high, Dou Zong doesn't care, Dou Zun can barely see it, it can be imagined that Dou Wang Dou Huang's strength is not in his eyes at all.

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air, a gigantic sword that was as large as ten feet pierced the sky and appeared in the sky above the square in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, Venerable Sword, you are the fastest to come this time!" Thunderous laughter resounded through Leishan, and Venerable Lei in silver robe stood up to greet him.

The giant sword trembled slightly, and turned into countless light spots and scattered away. Two figures slowly descended from the sky and landed on the seats. They were a young man and a small old man in plain clothes.

"Is it the Sword Master of Wanjiange?" Han Xuemei couldn't help but ask Mo Huai curiously with shining eyes: "Palace Master, what is the strength of this Sword Master?"

"Hehe, his strength is a bit stronger than Venerable Lei's," Mo Huai said casually with a light smile, with a slightly inexplicable taste in his tone.

Venerable Sword, who ignored Venerable Lei's laughter, looked very individual, rolled his eyes, and sat down on the chair.

"Hey, old man Jian still has this stinky temper. It seems that he still has a knot in his heart for that competition back then!" A strange laughter with a bit of a gloomy taste sounded, and then a jet of black light came from the foot of the mountain. Then, he appeared directly on the seat as if he had teleported, and turned into a pale old man in black robe, with a shadowy look between his brows, and a pair of pupils, one black and one white, which looked very strange, followed by a The same gloomy young man.

Glancing at the old man in black robe, Venerable Sword, a faint sharp light flashed in his eyes, causing slight ripples in the space in front of him, and then he glanced at the old man in black robe and said indifferently: "The old man lost his luck because of his bad luck. He, compared to someone who has only supported a hundred rounds in the hands of Venerable Feng, is much better, don't you think, Venerable Huang Quan?"

Hearing this, the black-robed old man's face instantly turned cold, and he was about to speak ironically, but his face changed slightly as if he felt something, and he looked at the distant sky with gloomy eyes.

Amidst the sound of a dragon howling, a huge cyan whirlwind swept in, and then the whirlwind dissipated, revealing a free and easy old man in green robes and a delicate young girl in green clothes.

"Honorable Huangquan, but the peak of the two-star Douzun, is only at the bottom of the four venerables in the Sifang Pavilion," Mo Huai, who commented indifferently above the dark clouds in the sky, turned to look at Venerable Feng, paused and said: "Venunic Feng Or, a four-star Dou Zun peak, only one step away from stepping into a five-star Dou Zun, which is not bad."

With the gathering of the four venerables, the Sifang Pavilion meeting finally officially started. A total of 53 young people under the age of 30 with the strength of three-star Douhuang or above fought in the square until the last eight were left.

"So many young Dou Huang powerhouses?" Han Xuemei's eyes sparkled, but Han Yue's expression changed suddenly: "Lin Yan, why is he here?"

(End of this chapter)