Chapter 192: Born evil, Master Feng, I will personally...

Just like that, the game on the square began. On the square, fighting spirit was overflowing and chaos was spreading. At this moment, almost everyone around was an opponent and an enemy.

Therefore, everyone is like a frightened bird. As long as anyone dares to enter their range of several feet without permission, the fighting spirit in their bodies will involuntarily, under the guidance of their minds, launch a powerful attack on the intruder, determined to drive the intruder out of their territory.

Soon, everyone's attention was focused on Feng Qing'er, Tang Ying, and Mu Qingluan. They often joined forces and attacked the three people they believed to be the strongest on the field.

Unfortunately it was useless. There was a huge gap in strength. Among the three, the weakest Tang Ying was also a peak Douhuang master, and he had many secret fighting skills in the pavilion to use. They were simply not able to deal with him.

Therefore, everyone is like a frightened bird. As long as anyone enters their range of a few feet, the fighting spirit in their bodies will involuntarily, under the guidance of their minds, launch a powerful attack on the person who has intruded into the range, determined to drive the person out of their territory.

Soon, everyone's attention was focused on Feng Qing'er, Tang Ying, and Mu Qingluan. They often joined forces and attacked the three people they believed to be the strongest on the field.

Unfortunately it was useless. There was a huge gap in strength. Among the three, the weakest Tang Ying was also a peak Douhuang master, and he had many secret fighting skills in the pavilion to use. They were simply not able to deal with him.

Therefore, the square was cleared quickly. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people were gone, which made the blood of the onlookers even more excited. This was really interesting.

Xiao Ming said the same thing. He also easily dealt with the enemies who dared to attack with a very comfortable attitude.

About thirty minutes later, there were only eight people left on the field, namely Xiao Ming, four people from Sifang Pavilion, and three other passers-by players.

Afterwards, the eight to four mode began. As expected, Xiao Ming, Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan and Tang Ying advanced.

Soon, it was the turn of the semi-finals, Xiao Ming vs. Tang Ying, Feng Qing'er vs. Mu Qingluan, which was a result that everyone wanted to see.

At this moment in the square, Xiao Ming was facing off against Tang Ying. Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan had both left temporarily. Looking at the young man in front of him, Tang Ying couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Brother, after facing you, it seems that my journey to this Sifang Pavilion Conference will indeed come to an end!"

"Hey, Brother Tang, what you said is wrong. Brother Tang is a disciple of Wanjian Pavilion, and he has reached the peak of Douhuang. His strength is extraordinary. Why is it like this!" Xiao Ming smiled faintly and spoke very low-key. Since Tang Ying already admitted that he was inferior to him, he naturally would not force himself to pretend to be cool. There was no need for that.

"Hehe..." Tang Ying's mouth twitched constantly and he didn't know what to say. After a long while, he recovered and said.

"Although I am no match for you, my master is here, I will not surrender, let's fight!"

As he spoke, Tang Ying raised the hilt of the sword, his eyes becoming sharp.

"Please!" Xiao Ming smiled slightly and did not comment.

"Heh, take my move, three-foot sword edge!" Tang Ying shouted softly, and rushed forward suddenly, waving the sword, and several sharp sword edges burst out.

"It's useless!" Xiao Ming shook his head. He didn't dodge, but just slapped his hand and broke the sword blades.

"Sure enough..." Tang Ying did not find it strange. He just sighed lightly and used all the unique skills of Wanjian Pavilion, showing all the abilities he had learned, determined to cause some trouble to Xiao Ming.

But it was useless. The gap in strength was too big. Even if Xiao Ming didn't use fighting skills, he was still no match. He could only be beaten and run away in a panic. Looking at the one-sided battle on the field, the four venerables on the high platform did not feel strange. They just shook their heads and said in unison.

"This kid's strength is indeed at the Dou Zong level!"

"Oh, Ying'er, what a pity!" Sword Master said with regret.

"Haha, if Venerable Sword feels it's a pity, why not just kill that kid?" Venerable Huangquan laughed and came up with a bad idea.

"No, you guy..." Sword Master was speechless. It seems like you think I'm an idiot, right? If the disciple can't beat the master, he has to go to the master. What's going on? Not to mention whether that kid has any awesome master or not, just this incident alone will probably ruin their Wanjian Pavilion's reputation.

Venerable Feng smiled faintly and said.

"It seems that Venerable Huang Quan is not only not very strong, but also has a bit childish ideas. He still has a childlike innocence!"

"You!!!" Hearing the sarcastic words of Venerable Feng, Venerable Huangquan was very angry. What did he mean by saying that he still had a childlike innocence? Wasn't this mocking that his brain was almost the same as that of a child? How abominable.

"Feng Xian, don't go too far!" Venerable Huang Quan said angrily.

"Oh, that's too much, I don't think so!" Venerable Feng waved his hand, flicked his sleeves, and spoke calmly, looking like a master.

"You, you, you, damn Venerable Feng, you've made me so mad!" Venerable Huangquan's pupils almost spit fire as he stared at Venerable Feng.

"Oh, really? Then do you want to have a fight? Although I don't like fighting, it's not a big deal to play with you!" Venerable Feng smiled lightly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

"Damned Venerable Feng, you don't take me seriously at all now..." Venerable Huangquan became even more irritable and couldn't help but curse inwardly, the anger in his heart became even stronger.

O born evil Master Feng, I will kill you with my own hands...

So, Venerable Huangquan was angry for a moment, but he just glanced at Venerable Feng, looked at him coldly for a while, then turned his head away without saying a word, as if he was using the Ah Q victory method to win.

Seeing this scene, Lei Zun, who had originally planned to persuade them to shake hands and make peace, felt extremely confused.

No, it was agreed that you two would quarrel and then I would be responsible for convincing you?
Looking at the contemptuous look of Lei Zun, Huang Quan's expression did not change at all. He was not a fool. He could not beat Feng Zun. He could not even last a hundred rounds under his hands. Naturally, he did not dare to speak loudly or grin at him.

While the four venerables were talking, the battle on the field had already ended. Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion was slapped away by Xiao Ming and was defeated as a matter of course.

Next, it was Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan's turn to go on stage. The two women looked at each other. As the two most powerful pavilions among the four pavilions, and the only two women who were the direct disciples of the four venerables, their relationship was not good.

On the contrary, Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan both regarded each other as enemies, wishing to knock each other down in one go and mocking each other harshly.

(End of this chapter)