The Legend of Douba Resurrection

Venerable Huang Quan laughed loudly after seeing Wang Chen make the first move.

"Well, but the combination of Qing'er and the others also caused the rest of the people to backlash. It took a lot of effort. Let's guess how long it will take for Qing'er and the others to end the battle."

Venerable Lei laughed and said.

"Twelve minutes."

"fifteen minutes."

"Seventeen minutes."

"ten minutes."

Venerable Feng, Venerable Sword, and Venerable Huang Quan couldn't bear it anymore.

It's really not that the four venerables despise the other contestants, there's no way, Sifang Pavilion is just so awesome and so confident.

"Hehe, okay, let's see who guesses right."

Venerable Lei pinched a strand of silver beard and looked towards the field.

Twelve minutes later, there were eight figures standing on the field, the four Mu Qingluan and the four one-star Douhuang, none of whom challenged successfully.

"It seems that I have a slight advantage."

Venerable Feng said very calmly.

"Tch, you win every bet, it's so boring."

Venerable Lei shook his head helplessly, then got up and announced: "The first round of selection is over, and eight people on the field will advance to the second round. Everyone take a short rest, and the second round of selection will start in [-] minutes."

"Yes, my lord."

The eight people on the field retreated in response.

"Everyone, I plan to let our four disciples from the Sifang Pavilion directly face the four one-star Douhuangs in the second round of the round-based battle. After killing them, we will compete ourselves, how about it?"

Venerable Lei sat down and looked at the other three Venerables.

"it is good."

"I'm OK."

"Second, let's make a quick decision."

The three responded in unison.

Ever since, those four one-star Douhuangs were manipulated in secret without knowing it.

after an hour.

Mu Qingluan, who had eliminated the four one-star Douhuangs, began to draw lots. In the first round, Feng Qing'er played against Tang Ying, and in the second round, Mu Qingluan played against Wang Chen. The winners of the two rounds competed for the final first place.

In the first round, Feng Qing'er faced Tang Ying.

"Feng Qing'er has met senior brother."

Feng Qing'er saluted Tang Ying slightly.

"Since you called me Senior Brother, then you should act first."

Tang Ying, who was not good at words, softened his cold and resolute face a lot.

"Then thank you brother."

Feng Qing'er's voice was clear and sweet, just like Fengming.

"boom!"

A dark blue fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Feng Qing'er's body, and at the same time, Feng Qing'er's beautiful eyes also quietly turned into a strange blue-silver color.

"The Fenglei Dou Qi unique to Fenglei Pavilion?"

Tang Ying murmured as he looked at the majestic fighting spirit lingering around Feng Qing'er's body, flickering with thunder and green wind.

"Brother, please."

Feng Qing'er probed into the void with her right hand, and a long and slender colored silk satin slowly emerged, twirling around Feng Qing'er's body flexibly, like a living thing.

"Please!"

Tang Ying's body was straight, and his right palm was slowly resting on the hilt behind his back.

"call out!"

A colorful silk and satin with flashes of thunder turned into a colorful snake and bit Tang Ying's chest. The distance of twenty or thirty feet came in an instant.

"Zheng!"

A flash of sword light flashed, and Tang Ying cut the colorful snake to one side with a single lunge.

"Junior Sister, be serious, we should stop playing these little tricks."

Tang Ying, who was dressed in a black outfit, looked at Feng Qing'er from a distance with a big blue sword in his hand.

"Caifeng Chaoyuan!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"