Dou Po: I, Young Master Taixu Ancient Dragon

Chapter 135 Old friends meet, the past is like smoke

Author: Shiguang20

Chapter 135 Old friends meet, the past is like smoke

The two people once had a deep love for each other and supported each other to create Xingyun Pavilion. But now, things have changed!

These seats are all empty at the moment, but it is obvious that the person who is qualified to sit here will definitely be a very important person in Sifang Pavilion.

Seeing that the conference had not officially started yet, Yao Chen also sat down cross-legged on the silver wood, and then began to close the sun to recuperate...

Although I really want to see Feng Xian now, after waiting for so long, I don’t care about the time anymore. In addition, the Sifang Pavilion Conference is still very important to Xingyun Pavilion, and Yao Chen also wants to take advantage of this conference.

It is announced that Xingyun Pavilion will be the territory of Canaan College from now on!

This matter still needs to be spread through these people present, so that Canaan College can become famous throughout Zhongzhou.

Yao Chen's resting time did not last long. A clear chime of a bell suddenly sounded on the top of Lei Mountain. Immediately, many well-fitting figures flashed out from the top of the mountain, and finally dispersed to the west. The scattered positions of these figures

It's so good that it just surrounds the entire top of the mountain.

Anyone who makes any changes will be immediately dealt with by these sharp-eyed guards. "The disciples of Fenglei Pavilion are indeed well-trained..." When the bell rang, Yao Chen also opened his eyes, casually

He glanced at the scattered figures around him and thought to himself.

"Boom!" As Yao Chen was muttering to himself, a huge thunderbolt suddenly swept down from the white clouds. The bright light almost made most people close their eyes out of habit.

Going up, Yao Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the huge thunder and lightning. There, there were several figures walking out slowly, and finally landed on the silver wooden seat.

With a sweep of his eyes, Yao Chen's eyes immediately fell on a familiar figure, and a coldness flashed across his eyes: "Fei Tian..." "It turned out to be the four pavilion masters of Fenglei Hong, tsk tsk, this time Fenglei

The pavilion is really full of strong men. The one in the middle must be the rumored Venerable Lei, right?" When everyone opened their eyes, they saw the four people on the seats, and there were shouts of surprise and laughter.

The page resounded loudly.

Hearing this, Yao Chen's heart also moved, and his eyes instantly stopped at the person in the middle. This person was quite tall, and he seemed to be no more than forty or fifty years old, but there was a silver-white strand on his chin.

He has a beard, and his body is wearing a set of silver robes. The silver robes are covered with thunder and lightning patterns. From a distance, they look like living creatures, constantly flowing, and there is even a hint of thunder power.

It spreads out.

This person's aura seemed to be far less powerful than Fei Yao's and the others', and even had an ordinary feeling. However, Yao Chen, with his extraordinary soul perception, could clearly feel an extremely dangerous aura in this person's body.

Feeling, this kind of feeling, even Fei Tian has never had it.

"Is he the Lord of Fenglei Pavilion, Venerable Lei? It's really scary..."

Yao Chen let out a breath. If the current Xingyun Pavilion was not supported by Feng Xian, I am afraid it would have been gone long ago. These guys are not easy to deal with. They are like a group of hungry jackals who will get angry if they smell a little blood.

Pounce on them, rob, kill, and look ugly!

While Yao Chen was marveling in his heart, 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 rushing towards him.

Suddenly it appeared in the sky above the square.

"Haha, Lord Sword, you came the fastest this time." Seeing the giant sword in the sky, Lord Lei in silver robes also stood up, and his laughter resounded like thunder on the Thunder Mountain.

The giant sword trembled slightly, and then turned into countless light points and flew 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. The younger one is not familiar with Yaochen, because it is Tang Ying from Wanjiange Pavilion. The old man next to him is a little short, wearing linen clothes, and looks like one of all living beings.

He looked like an inconspicuous little old man, but everyone present knew that this little old man was also a terrifying existence at the same level as Lord Lei.

"I didn't expect that even Lord Jian came here. It seems that the ones who arrived at Fenglei Mountains first were just the advance troops from the Four Pavilions. What's coming now is the real show." The appearance of Lord Jian instantly caused the square to panic.

The surrounding atmosphere became heated.

Venerable Jian paid no attention to Venerable Lei's laughter. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the chair. Tang Ying behind him stood with his hands down respectfully.

"Hehe, Old Man Jian still has such a bad temper. It seems that he has a knot in his heart about that competition back then." Just as Master Jian sat down, a strange laughter with a somewhat sinister flavor came out.

It sounded immediately, and then a jet of black light suddenly swept from the foot of the mountain, and finally appeared directly at the seat like a teleport.

Come on, you're welcome. He waved his sleeves and sat down. The figure that appeared was an old man in black robes. His face was pale, with a hint of gloom between his brows, and a pair of pupils, but

One is black and the other is white, which looks quite strange. Behind it, there is also a familiar figure, which is naturally Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion.

"Back then, I was unlucky enough to lose to him. Compared with someone who only lasted a hundred rounds in the hands of Lord Feng, I was much better. Don't you think so, Lord Huang Quan?" Lord Sword

He glanced at the old man in black robe and said in a neutral tone.

Hearing these words, the eyes of the old man in black robe suddenly turned cold. However, just as he was about to speak sarcastically, his expression suddenly changed. He stared at the sky with his gloomy eyes, where there was a sound of wind like a dragon roaring.

, came suddenly. "This old guy is obviously the fastest, but he always likes to be the last one to arrive..."

Lord Jian also raised his head, looked at the distant sky with cloudy eyes, and said with a smile. As soon as Lord Jian finished speaking, the sound of wind like a roaring dragon came quickly, and immediately a huge blue whirlwind appeared.

Under the gaze of countless people on the top of the mountain. When the green whirlwind appeared, Yao Chen's eyes suddenly shifted and he stared at the former, clenching his fists tightly in his sleeves.

"Feng Xian, you're here! Long time no see!!"

The huge cyan whirlpool appeared in the sky above the huge square in a few breaths like a flicker. Immediately, the whirlwind trembled slightly, then suddenly trembled, turning into countless light spots and dissipating away, among which

, the two figures, riding a breeze, slowly landed on the seat from the sky.

"It's actually Venerable Feng? I didn't expect that this conference would actually recruit four Venerables. This trip is indeed worthwhile."

"These powerful Dou Zun warriors, who are extremely rare to see on weekdays, now appear four at once. The Sifang Pavilion Conference is really grand. No wonder it attracts so many people."

"Hey, I wonder who will win in the end from this conference?

The last two people who appeared naturally attracted all the attention of the audience, and Yao Chen was even more so. As soon as the two figures appeared, their eyes were instantly transferred to them.

As for Mu Qingluan in green clothes, Yao Chen doesn't know who he is at all. He may be the disciple Feng Xian has taken over these years, but judging from his pretty good strength, he can be regarded as a proud man of heaven, so

His eyes didn't stay too long on her, and then suddenly focused on the old man in front of her.

The old man was dressed in a green robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders. He seemed to have a sense of freedom and ease. His appearance was not ordinary. Even though he was older now, he could still be vaguely handsome. Thinking about it,

When he was young, he looked

His appearance is definitely not bad. Among the four venerables, he is better just from the appearance. And perhaps because he is practicing the wind attribute fighting spirit, his aura is also a little vague and uncertain, giving people a strange feeling.

A strange and unpredictable feeling.

"As expected, it's you! Feng Xian, I haven't seen you for so many years, you have aged a lot!"

Yao Chen slowly looked up and down at the old man in green robe, and there was a flash of excitement in his eyes.

Feng Xian is Yao Chen’s best friend in life and death!

As Yao Chen felt excited in his heart, Lord Lei and Lord Jian, who were sitting on the seat, smiled and bowed their hands after seeing Lord Feng ascending the seat. Lord Feng became famous.

It has been longer than any of the three of them, so even though they have the same status now, the two of them still clasped fists at each other to show courtesy. However, there seemed to be a gap between Venerable Huangquan and Venerable Feng on the side, and he glanced sideways with narrowed eyes.

After taking one look, he turned away, as if he were seeing someone.

Venerable Feng, who was dressed in a green robe, always had a warm smile on his face, and he responded to the politeness of Venerable Lei and Venerable Sword. As for Venerable Huangquan on the side, he never looked too much at it, even though Sifang Pavilion

They were always wary of each other, but for the Master Tsumquan, the Master Feng was quite at odds with him, and he didn't like the other party's sinister and unscrupulous character.

Several people exchanged polite greetings with each other. Lord Lei raised his head and glanced at the sky, then slowly stood up and glanced around the square. Suddenly, the noise that was soaring into the sky was filled with a lot of meaning.

Under those thunderous gazes, everything became silent.

"Today is a good day for Fenglei Pavilion to hold the Sifang Pavilion Conference. Thank you for coming to Leishan to support Fenglei Pavilion. However, everyone must know the rules of Fenglei Pavilion. I hope that nothing will disturb the conference during the conference."

Venerable Lei's faint voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire Thunder Mountain, and his voice contained a bit of thunder power. The bodies of some weaker people would almost tremble slightly involuntarily.

Venerable Lei's words were full of domineering meaning, just like thunder, strong and brooking no refutation. Although these words may not be very popular, under his terrifying strength, the whole audience was stunned.

No one dared to speak out against it, and the terrifying intimidation of the powerful Dou Zun was truly extraordinary.

Seeing that there was no voice of dissent in the audience, Lord Lei nodded slightly, waved his hand, and a crisp bell sound was heard again.

This year's Sifang Pavilion Conference has a total of fifty-three participants, including the four disciples of Sifang Pavilion. It is still the old rule, starting with a melee field until there are only eight people left in the final field. Now, all the contestants

, everyone, come in." When the bell rang, Venerable Lei's voice also rang again.

As soon as Venerable Lei's voice fell, there was a sound of breaking wind that resounded across the square. Immediately, young figures flashed in one after another, and finally walked in scattered directions around the square, all on guard against each other.

The appearance of these people immediately heated up the conference. Deafening cheers surged on the top of the mountain like an overwhelming force, and immediately shot straight into the sky. Even the distant dark clouds became fluctuating because of this.

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As the contestants entered, Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, and Wang Chen who were sitting on the seats all looked at each other. They also moved and fell lightly into the square. These three people entered the arena.

The surrounding area was filled with cheers and cheers. Everyone present knew the strength of these three people, so naturally they would not automatically send them to their door.

As one of the protagonists of this conference, the entrance of Mu Qingluan and the others directly caused the cheers around the square to become more exciting. The atmosphere on the top of the mountain quickly reached its peak with their appearance.

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"grumble!"

As soon as the three people entered the field, a clear sound of cranes suddenly sounded in the sky. Immediately, the colorful giant crane fluttered its wings from the top of the mountain. A silhouette on it touched the giant crane's back with its toes, and a moving silhouette was a light silhouette.

Sweeping down, he landed softly in the square without making any sound. When Yao Chen looked around, he saw that this person was Feng Qing'er, with such a noble temperament that no one could match.

But Yao Chen doesn't know her, and there's no need to. Now he's going to see Feng Xian!

Yao Chen walked towards the high platform step by step with firm and steady steps. At this moment, Feng Xian was leisurely closing his eyes and recuperating on the high platform, unaware that his former friend was about to come to him!

Yao Chen's actions were naturally quickly discovered by the guards present. One by one, Dou Wang, Dou Huang, and even Dou Zong's guards all turned their attention to Yao Chen. This white-haired old man seemed to have no breath at all.

, but for some reason, they can feel the inexplicable pressure, as if they would die immediately if they dared to intercept it!

However, I have to say that these guards were quite responsible. Seeing that Yao Chen had no intention of stopping, a Douzong-level guard stepped forward and blocked Yao Chen's path.

"Old sir, who are you! This is where my distinguished guests from Sifang Pavilion sit. Please leave, old sir!"

This Douzong guard is not stupid. He provokes Yao Chen as soon as he comes up. After all, he is also a person who has climbed up step by step. He still knows what to say to whom.

Yao Chen raised his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at the Douzong in front of him who was blocking him. Then the fighting energy in his body surged crazily, and a pressure of the semi-saint level broke out instantly. The Douzong didn't even have a chance to react.

He was directly crushed to the ground and couldn't move!

The four pavilion masters who were leisurely on the high platform immediately felt the pressure, and they all raised their heads to look at Yao Chen.

Yao Chen looked at Feng Xian, his smile did not fade, and he said.

"I! Yaochen, the master of Xingyun Pavilion!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately exploded!

At this moment, Yao Chen and Feng Xian didn't care at all about the thoughts of the people around them. At this moment, the two of them were looking at each other deeply.

"It's you! Yaochen, it's really you, you're still alive!"

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