People were sleeping in Douluo, and Bibi Dong was torn apart

The stone path is extremely long. At first glance, it looks like a winding python, going up the mountain range, and finally disappears in the dark clouds far away. Walking on it, there is an illusion of being extremely small.

Ye Fan slowly arrived at the top of the mountain, and saw a thunder falling from the top of the clouds. The roars ended, and among the dazzling light, several figures walked out slowly, and finally landed on the silver wooden seat.

They are the four pavilion masters of Fenglei Pavilion. Standing among the four is Venerable Lei from Fenglei Pavilion. This man is quite tall and seems to be no more than forty or fifty years old, but there is a ray of silver on his chin. He has a white beard and wears a silver robe on his body. The silver robe is covered with thunder and lightning patterns. From a distance, it looks like a living thing, constantly flowing, and there is even a hint of thunder power. It spreads out from it.

He is worthy of being a Dou Zun, and his aura is quite cleverly hidden. At first glance, Lord Lei has the weakest aura among the four, but there is no doubt that he is the strongest among the four in terms of cultivation.

Then a harsh sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded above the Thunder Mountain. Immediately, everyone was shocked to see a huge sword with a length of ten feet, slashing through the sky and appearing in the blink of an eye. Over the square.

The giant sword trembled slightly, and then turned into countless light points and shattered away. On top of it, two figures slowly fell from the sky and immediately landed on the seats.

There are two figures, one old and one young. One is Tang Ying, the strongest of the younger generation in Wanjiang Pavilion. The old man next to him is a little short and dressed in linen clothes. He looks like an inconspicuous little person among all living beings. He looked like an old man, but everyone present knew that this little old man was also a terrifying existence at the same level as Lord Lei.

"Haha, Lord Jian came quite early." Lord Lei clasped his fists and smiled politely.

Lord Jian didn't even look at him and sat on the chair. Seeing him being so rude, Lord Lei didn't care and instead smiled.

"Jie Jie Jie, Old Man Jian is still like this. The original competition was still difficult to reconcile." Just as Lord Jian sat down on his seat, a strange laughter with a somewhat sinister flavor rang out, and then a The jet-black light swept from the foot of the mountain, and finally appeared directly on the seat as if teleporting. Without being polite, he waved his sleeves and sat down.

The figure that appeared was an old man in black robes. His face was pale, and there was a bit of gloom between his eyebrows. A pair of pupils, one black and one white, looked quite strange. Behind him, too, There is a figure, naturally it is Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion.

Upon hearing this, Master Jian immediately began to taunt back, and the three masters of Dou Zun began to joke with each other.

Until a sound of wind sounded like a dragon's roar above the nine heavens, the three venerables frowned and remained silent.

The wind sound like a roaring dragon came quickly, and then a huge blue whirlwind suddenly appeared in front of the gaze of countless people on the top of the mountain.

The huge cyan whirlpool, like a flicker, appeared above the huge square in a few breaths. Immediately, the whirlwind trembled slightly, then suddenly trembled, turning into countless light spots and dissipating, among which , several figures, riding a breeze, slowly fell on the seat from the sky.

One, two, three, four, five?

Ye Fan was a little dumbfounded, how could there be five people?

"Oh, Master Feng actually brought three of his disciples to participate in the competition this time?" Master Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, and his words were a bit unkind. Although there was no explicit rule, everyone knew that he could only bring one person with him. He is the best disciple, but Master Feng broke the rules this time.

The other two venerables also looked unkind, but did not say much. After all, among the four venerables, Venerable Feng was the strongest.

At this moment, the eyes of the three Venerables were unanimously cast on the old man walking side by side with Venerable Feng. For some reason, this man always felt familiar, and the most horrifying thing was that this man's cultivation level was completely different from that of the three Venerables. Can't figure it out.

"My disciples are all excellent, don't you want to bring in a few more?" Venerable Feng said in an understatement, as if he didn't take the three Venerables seriously at all.

<divclass="contentadv">Ye Fan frowned, something is wrong with this development.

He glanced at Lord Feng and looked at the old man aside. Just as he was about to use his soul power, he saw the old man slowly moving his gaze over, so he could only give up.

Then he looked at the three outstanding young people brought by Feng Zun. Needless to say, Mu Qingluan, who was dressed in a green shirt, was dressed in Dou Zong and his cultivation level far surpassed that of the younger people present.

The two people following him looked very familiar, and Ye Fan was shocked.

how come!

The two people were a man and a woman. The young man looked to be in his 20s, a little older than Ye Fan. He was wearing a black robe and carrying a long ruler on his back. He exuded a strong aura of fighting spirit. He was a peak fighting emperor. of genius.

That guy... Xiao Yan?

Although he joined Xingyun Pavilion, he lacked a series of adventures and the blessing of many strange fires. Xiao Yan's cultivation was not as strong as in the original work at the same time. However, his steady and vigorous fighting spirit was already half a fight. Zong, the breakthrough to Douzong will be in the near future.

As for the girl next to her, she is Xiao Yu. Compared with the girl she saw before, Xiao Yu's figure is plumper at this moment. Her curvy figure is set off by a cheongsam, which makes many young people around her feel excited. Swallow.

But in terms of cultivation, he is even worse than Xiao Yan. He is the Eight Star Dou Huang.

Moreover, the fighting spirit is a bit empty, and it seems that he has taken enough pills to forcibly improve his cultivation level.

But why are these people here?

Is it possible...

Is this the future eight years after the time affected by him?

Ye Fan couldn't help but grin, and he was extremely curious in his heart, what would happen to Dou Po Cang Qiong after being influenced by him.

Just when he was secretly happy, Xiao Yu looked around with interest, and couldn't help but glance at Mark. His face was suddenly shocked, and he covered his red lips with his hand in disbelief.

Ye Fan frowned, almost forgetting that this girl had seen his appearance. He hurriedly put his finger in front of his lips and whispered in a low voice, signaling Xiao Yu not to talk too much.

Xiao Yu smiled, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, she chuckled twice and then looked away.

Ye Fan sighed. He would have changed his appearance if he had known it. After all, he did not expect this to be the case. Fortunately, Master Feng did not notice him, otherwise he might have caused some trouble.

Immediately, the Dou Qi condensed material turned into a mask and was put on his face.

After Venerable Wind and the mysterious old man sat on the seats, all the Venerables greeted each other politely. Venerable Lei raised his head and glanced at the sky, then slowly stood up and glanced around the square. Suddenly, the person who rushed straight into the square The noise like the sky became silent under his gaze that contained a bit of thunder.