Chapter 276: Building the reputation of Yunlan Sect

Chapter 276: Building the reputation of Yunlan Sect

As Lord Feng finished speaking, the atmosphere in the square suddenly became tense. Sixty-six eyes glanced at each other, their eyes full of wariness towards each other. In this chaotic situation, as long as anyone can make If he has to stay, then he will be able to win the next step of victory, but at the same time, most people know that this selection is extremely harsh and cruel.

Only eight of the sixty-six people are left. Among these eight places, four have basically been occupied by people from Sifang Pavilion. In other words, among the remaining sixty-two people, who can finally successfully stay? Only four people came down!

Selecting four out of sixty-two, this kind of screening method, you can imagine what kind of fierce battle will break out.

When the atmosphere in the field became tense, the outside of the square also became quiet. Countless eyes stared at the field without blinking. The people inside could all be regarded as the best among the younger generation, except for a few. A small number of people, most of them possess truly impressive strength, and the battles that break out between these people are naturally extremely eye-catching.

"The weakest among these people is a four-star Dou Huang. The competition among the forces in Zhongzhou is far beyond imagination in other regions."

The little medical fairy let out a rare sigh.

Thinking of the Four Nations Alliance's battle against the Yunlan Sect less than two years ago, it was like novices pecking each other.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"This fight is much better than Canaan Academy!"

Ziyan raised his fists enthusiastically, as if he was just watching the excitement and didn't think anything was wrong.

Yun Tianming's focus was not on the meteorite platform. With his powerful soul power, he was vaguely aware that there were several inaudible space cracks in the Meteor Pavilion, and some powerful auras were faintly emanating from them.

"This Xingyun Pavilion is trying to use force to forcefully subdue Sifang Pavilion, right?"

In his memory, there was no such paragraph in the original novel.

But considering that Xiao Yan's master and apprentice have fallen into the hands of the Soul Palace, if Venerable Feng knew about it, he might not take such extreme measures.

"The Ultimate Wind: Kill!"

Nalan Yanran took the lead in attacking, breaking the calm on the field.

A fierce wind-blade sword energy blasted a Seven-Star Dou Huang directly off the meteorite platform. Everyone was shocked: "Holy crap! Is this woman so powerful?"

"What a strong aura!"

Even Mu Qingluan and others couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Haha~ If you underestimate that guy, you will suffer big losses."

Feng Qing'er waved a piece of silk ribbon and rolled it towards Mu Qingluan.

"Hehe~ It sounds like you have suffered a loss from her."

Mu Qingluan held a sword with condensed fighting spirit to resist.

"Brother Wang Chen, let's fight here too!"

Tang Ying drew his sword and came out.

"Hmph! I would like to learn from Wanjiange's clever tricks!"

A hint of gloom flashed in Wang Chen's eyes.

The chaos on the meteorite platform is still continuing, but the entire square seems to have turned into a sieve, people are constantly being filtered out, and the people who can stay in it are quickly becoming rarer.

With the rapid decrease in the number of people, the chaos on the meteorite platform gradually weakened. Especially when the number of people on the scene dropped to only ten, an unusual silence suddenly appeared on the chaotic battlefield, and the ten people dispersed. Everyone in the field looked at each other warily while gasping for breath.

Among the remaining ten people, the average strength per person is above the Eight-Star Dou Huang, and everyone has almost hidden killer tricks, and none of them is a fuel-efficient lamp.

"It's so boring. Sifang Pavilion's strength is nothing more than that."

Nalan Yanran suddenly spoke provocatively.

Mu Qingluan and others immediately cast sharp glances.

"Sister, are you speaking too arrogantly?"

Mu Qingluan narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous look.

"Whose sister are you calling?"

Nalan Yanran's voice was cold and showed no dignity.

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Mu Qingluan's eyes widened.

Feng Qing'er's mouth curled up, and she felt a little happy in her heart. She and Mu Qingluan are fierce rivals of each other, and they have been fighting for many years.

"The same goes for you two. You are so timid, are you performing there?"

Nalan Yanran turned her attention to Tang Ying and Wang Chen.

"What did you say?!"

Tang Ying and Wang Chen were furious, but they had no way to refute.

Because this was only the first melee, both sides were just testing each other out and did not use their true strength. They planned to use their trump cards in the subsequent one-on-one decisive battle.

"This little girl has quite a temper."

Lord Jian laughed dumbly.

"Yunlan Sect haha!"

Venerable Huang Quan raised his eyelids, feeling a bit cold.

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Master Feng frowned, but didn't say much.

"Could these guys want to take advantage of the Sifang Pavilion Conference to make a big splash?"

Lord Lei's eyes moved, and he vaguely understood the purpose of Yun Tianming and his party.

The fact is just as Lord Lei thought, Nalan Yanran took the initiative to provoke and did it according to Yun Tianming's instructions. The purpose was to completely establish the reputation of Yunlan Sect by stepping on the people of Sifang Pavilion!

"What's that in Huangquan Pavilion? Don't stare, it's you! Do you dare to fight me?"

Nalan Yanran glanced around and first found the weakest Wang Chen to challenge.

"Woman, I will make you regret offending Huangquan Pavilion!"

A gloomy voice fell softly, and Wang Chen's figure trembled and turned into a black shadow. In the blink of an eye, a mysterious figure appeared behind Nalan Yanran. The dagger in his hand moved with lightning and stabbed straight into the latter's neck and back vest. Everywhere.

"Qianfeng Gang!"

Nalan Yanran's fingers turned into sharp nails and collided with the opponent's dagger.

"Huangquan Pavilion is nothing more than that."

"It's just a warm-up, don't be crazy!"

Wang Chen gently added the dagger with his scarlet tongue, and the jet-black fighting spirit, like black ink, burst out from his body, like a huge ink pillar, rising into the sky. The strength of this fighting spirit directly surpassed the ordinary The peak of Dou Huang!

At this moment, Wang Chen, with this momentum alone, can be regarded as a quasi-Douzong strongman. Although there is still a big gap between him and the real Douzong strongman, but no matter what, compared with some Douhuang peaks For a strong person, it is much stronger.

"Is it an earth-level technique? The combat power is comparable to that of an ordinary low-level Douzong."

Nalan Yanran's eyes flickered. This is the advantage of coming from a first-class sect. The skills you practice are high enough to be able to challenge beyond the next level.

"Did you see it? This is the difference between you and me! The power of Huangquan Pavilion is not comparable to that of your inferior Yunlan Sect!"

Wang Chen's face was filled with a bloodthirsty and ferocious look, and there was a faint feeling of distortion, which made him look extremely terrifying.

"Whether my Yunlan Sect is a good one or not, let's wait until you take my move!"

"The wind will stop the disaster!!"

Nalan Yanran threw her sword into the clouds, and a huge blue cyclone burst out!