The Legend of Douba Resurrection

As a member of the Tian Yaohuang clan with the blood of the ancient Tian Feng, Feng Qing'er, whose blood was impure, would naturally be suppressed by Mu Qingluan's blood.

"Qing'er, are you okay?"

Venerable Lei glanced at Feng Qing'er and said.

"Teacher, I'm fine."

Feng Qing'er shook her head silently, then her pair of phoenix eyes focused on the phantom Luan in the sky.

"Uh, Mu Qingluan really opened up Tianluan's bloodline. I can't wait any longer. If she completely condenses Tianluan's phantom, I will have no chance at all."

Wang Chen, who was full of astonishment, sharpened his eyes suddenly.

"Huangquan rotting corpse arm!"

Wang Chen swung his body decisively and shot at Mu Qingluan who was half kneeling on the ground.

"Die!"

A pitch-black arm suddenly slammed into Mu Qingluan's head, and the space where his arm passed trembled, and withered air burst out instantly.

Mu Qingluan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, looked at Wang Chen indifferently, then raised her jade arm lightly, and pointed at him with a piece of green onion finger, and said indifferently: "Luanfeng returns to the nest!"

The ten-foot-sized Tianluan phantom in mid-air seemed to be injected with vitality, and suddenly came to life.

The huge figure swung violently, and the long cyan single tail feather on its tail instantly turned into a seven or eight feet long energy horse, which twitched at the black shadow in its sight with terrifying force. Down!

In the eyes of thousands of people with complicated emotions, the two collided with each other!

"boom!"

A shocking explosion occurred.

The violent energy storm born from the collision center swept across the sky in an instant!

"Oh!"

As soon as Huang Quan's rotting corpse's arm touched the cyan feather for less than a second, the pitch-black arm trembled violently, and then it was torn apart by the cyan feather without any suspense.

"Oh!"

A figure in a yellow shirt flew upside down from the smog, and finally stopped after drawing a long trace on the silver board.

"Ahem, do I really have to be this weak?"

The extremely embarrassed Wang Chen curled up on the ground and said blankly.

"Oh!"

The huge Tianluan phantom behind Mu Qingluan suddenly dissipated, and the sweaty Mu Qingluan stood up tremblingly.Obviously, for her who had just started the Tianluan bloodline, it was quite reluctant to summon the Tianluan phantom for so long.

"No, I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet! I want to fight, I want to beat you!"

Wang Chen, who was covered in bloodstains, slowly got up from the ground with great perseverance.

"Junior Brother Wang Chen, you have already lost."

Mu Qingluan casually pulled a strand of hair from her ear over the earlobe and said calmly.

"No, I haven't lost yet! Huang Quan's blood..."

Wang Chen stretched out his trembling hands and slowly formed a knot again.

On the high platform, the gloomy Venerable Huang Quan suddenly stood up.

"Ok?"

Venerable Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Venerable Huang Quan, with a small blue whirlwind lingering on each palm.If Huang Quan dares to do ridiculous things, Venerable Feng will teach him to be a man in public.

"Huang Quan, what are you doing? Sit down!"

Sensing the sudden tense atmosphere on the field, Venerable Lei hurriedly spoke.

"Hey! Although I, Huang Quan, has no integrity, can I still attack a junior in full view? I'm going to pick up my disciple."

Venerable Huang Quan sneered immediately, and immediately turned into a jet of black light and swept away towards the field in a flash.

"Teacher, relax, a two-star Dou Zun doesn't have the guts to do anything under the nose of a five-star Dou Zun."

Xiao Yan patted Venerable Feng's shoulder lightly and said softly.

"Well, it's messed up if I care about it."

Venerable Wind's tense body slowly relaxed.

Seeing this, Venerable Lei and Venerable Sword let out a sigh of relief. The few of them really couldn't bear the overwhelming anger of a five-star Dou Zun, and hoped that Huang Quan would not do stupid things.

"Yellow! Quan! Blood!..."

Wang Chen roared word by word.

Just when Mu Qingluan was thinking about whether to knock down Wang Chen completely, a dark light flashed across his eyes.

A pale old man in black robe suddenly emerged from the dark light, and slapped Wang Chen on the back angrily.

"Blood on your head, you don't know how to surrender if you can't beat someone, you stupid idiot!"

Venerable Huang Quan yelled angrily while holding Wang Chen in his hand.