Fighting Soul Clan Emperor Master

()"boom!"

In front of the main pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion, the peaceful mountain peaks in the past are now activated with a mountain-protecting formation filled with the power of thunder and lightning. This was the hard work of the previous pavilion masters of Fenglei Pavilion. However, in front of this big bug like Xiao Xingmeng

, with one move of heaven-level fighting skills, the formation was broken.

This time, Xiao Xingmeng came to the main hall of Fenglei Pavilion with a tourist mentality. As a result, he was practicing and walking. Unknowingly, he had walked for ten days before arriving. On the way, he also saw some people from Fenglei Pavilion leaving the main hall.

It turns out that they have sent some of their useless combat forces to the branch offices.

Xiao Xingmeng did not neglect his cultivation when he was 'training' the Xiao family. Now he has reached the level of Dou Zun. If he meets a half-saint-level Aunt Rong, there is no need to avoid fighting.

Just as the mountain-protecting formation was broken, a sound of breaking wind came, and a figure came in front of Xiao Xingmeng and others.

"I am the master of the east pavilion of Fenglei Pavilion. Under the order of the old pavilion master, I invite Mr. Xiao to enter the lobby."

Lord Lei? Xiao Xingmeng raised his head and glanced at him. An ordinary Dou Zun can also have such speed. Although Fenglei Pavilion was beaten to a pulp by Xiao Yan in the original work, purely in terms of body skills and formations,

Among the four pavilions, Fenglei Pavilion is the strongest.

This ordinary-looking old man is Feng Qing'er's master after all. Now the "Alliance of Ten Thousand Beasts" in his plan is to win over the Feng people. If he can build a good relationship with Feng Qing'er, future negotiations will be much easier. Why not start from

Is this old man going to start?

"I prefer people who are direct and lead the way! Let's see what explanation the old pavilion master has!" Xiao Xingmeng coughed dryly and said.

Leaving behind the trouble-prone disciples, Xiao Xingmeng and Master Lei came to the lobby. There were unexpectedly few people there. Only a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman were waiting there.

The middle-aged man at the top was wearing a green robe and looked very imposing. He was even stronger than Lord Lei. He had reached the five-star level of Dou Zun. He seemed to be the master of Fenglei Pavilion.

But what attracts more attention is undoubtedly Feng Qing'er standing aside. Feng Qing'er is wearing a colorful skirt and robe, exuding a noble temperament that is difficult to conceal. Her cheeks are slightly thin, and she has a perfect face with oval seeds.

Those purple-brown gemstone eyes made Feng Qing'er look like a princess in the empire, beautiful and holy.

"Who is Feng Qing'er of the Feng Clan? Haha, please say hello to your elders for me." Xiao Xingmeng ignored the chief man, turned his head, smiled, and said to this Feng Qing'er.

After hearing this, Feng Qing'er trembled as if struck by lightning, and looked at Xiao Xingmeng in disbelief. A few days ago, the chief of the pavilion dismissed the people who were in charge of the pavilion. Feng Qing'er thought that some old monster was coming, but there was no such thing.

He thought that he was a young man similar to himself. But the young man in front of him could make the master and the old pavilion master respectful, and even broke the mountain guarding formation with one move. Now his identity has been revealed. Could it be that he is really an old monster in disguise?

Made of?

The old monster is very old, but he is not pretending to be a **.

The middle-aged man coughed dryly and said: "Mr. Xiao, the old pavilion master is practicing in the space created by himself. Regarding this matter, he is also under the orders of others. He wants to have a good discussion with you. Please Xiao

Sir, enter the formation..."

"...Is this the dead guy's trap?"

"..."

"It's okay." Xiao Xingmeng walked up and gently patted the shoulder of the panicked and speechless Fenglei Pavilion Master, and then walked into the space that the old Pavilion Master opened for him, and then the space closed, leaving the Pavilion Master and the Pavilion Master who had not recovered yet.

Lei Zunzhe, Feng Qing'er.

As soon as he entered the space, an old man saw Xiao Xingmeng's arrival and slowly stood up. As he moved, the space around him was shattered inch by inch.

"You knew it was a trap and you came in deliberately. It seems that what 'she' said is right." The old man opened his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him. His eyes also showed shock. This person who was extremely feared by 'she' actually turned out to be...

If he can reach Dou Zun at this age, what kind of monster is he?

After getting 'her' things, he has become a semi-saint, and he has also successfully evolved Fenglei Pavilion's "Three Thousand Thunder Phantom Body". With his own arrangement, he is confident that he can kill the Dou Sage!

Xiao Xingmeng smiled, raised his hand, and black fighting spirit surged in his hand. He said: "Just because what you have on you is worth the risk, and you are only a half-saint. What can you do to me?"

"This space seems to have some arrangements, and whatever is available is used."

Xiao Xingmeng didn't expect this when he killed the boss and exploded the equipment. From a standpoint, he himself was the one who was exploded? But how did those dead guys get so many rare items? I have to exploding you all quickly.

Come out!

The old pavilion master's face turned cold. When Emperor Dou gradually became a legendary memory existing in history, a simple holy word represented the pinnacle of this world. The half-saint was already the pinnacle of the world.

He is a strong man. As long as he successfully eliminates this kid and escapes from seclusion, he can make Fenglei Pavilion prosperous. Why does this kid think that half-saints are just a commodity on the streets?

If he knew what the old pavilion master was thinking, Xiao Xingmeng would definitely say: That’s because you didn’t live to the time when there were as many fighting saints as dogs!

The old pavilion master pinched Xiao Xingmeng's position, and a terrifying energy storm hit Xiao Xingmeng. Xiao Xingmeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out both palms, and the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire was shot out along with the fighting spirit. The pale flames met the energy storm, and unexpectedly,

Burn it completely in an instant!

"What!" The old pavilion master's surprise was not over yet. The space under his feet was shattered. He was shocked and backed away. The kid in front of him could attack him without any movement and purely with the power of space! Just talk about it.

That space operation is far beyond that of a semi-saint like him!

"Good fellow, let you try the great formation that I have studied!" The old pavilion master shouted, and strange formation patterns appeared around the entire space. The violent power of thunder and lightning rushed along the formation patterns, and from it, the

The energy of the entire mountain range in the outside world was concentrated on the old pavilion master.

"You are such a scary boy. No wonder even 'that one' pays great attention to you. A 'half-saint' is no match for you! But what if there are a thousand half-saints?"

The cold voice of the old pavilion master sounded throughout the space, yes, the whole space. Now he has produced thousands of clones!

"With the help of this formation and the thunder that that person gave me, I finally evolved the three-thousand-thunder phantom body into the nine-thousand-thunder clone. Even if a fighting saint enters here, they will only be defeated by my endless clones.

In this space, I am the invincible master!"

That person is really foreign. Is it lightning this time? He is richer than me! Xiao Xingmeng rolled his eyes, pale flames wrapped around his right fist, and sneered: "Your fantasy will be broken by my right fist!

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