Chapter 412 The Final Begins

As the dust settled on the first round, the results were out.

However, after the thrilling confrontation between Xiao Ling and Huang Quan, the competition square seemed to be shrouded in frost and was dead silent.

Everyone was silent, and the noisy discussions in the past disappeared, leaving only a heart-pounding silence.

Pairs of eyes looked at the direction where Xiao Ling and others were, full of awe and expectation.

In the minds of these contestants and onlookers, Xiao Ling and other venerables were the big figures who could really decide the outcome of the competition. Only when they spoke and solemnly announced the results of this round of competition, could this grand event smoothly transition to the next stage.

As if he was keenly aware of the gazes from below, Lei Zun cleared his throat after finishing his conversation with Xiao Ling, and said loudly: "Everyone, the first round of the competition has come to an end. The eight young geniuses who have successfully advanced to the second round are Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying... and Xiao Yan!"

He paused for a moment, and his eyes swept across the audience. When everyone's attention was more focused, he continued, "This second round is the ring battle, and the schedule is more intense and exciting. The first battle will be..."

The one-on-one ring competition that started next was not as chaotic and crowded as the opening melee. Although the thrilling feeling was slightly inferior, the viewing experience was even better.

Those who have been able to pass all the levels and survive to this moment are all carefully selected and talented talents. Each of them has unique skills and extraordinary means. How can they be mediocre?

However, the battle process was not full of surprises and suspense. Xiao Yan, Tang Ying, Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er all relied on their own powerful strength and exquisite skills to easily suppress their opponents and eliminated the other four people with overwhelming force.

So far, the only four people left on the stage are already the top young people in the Northern Region of Zhongzhou. Everyone is looking forward to it, curious about who will win the championship in the end.

"Master Xiao Ling," Lei Zun looked at Xiao Ling, smiling, and invited him with a bow, "In the next round of competition, we still have to rely on you to help these four young people host the draw. What do you think?"

"Since Your Excellency Lei Zun has ordered this, how can I refuse." Xiao Ling smiled slightly and nodded to Lei Zun, showing his calmness.

After speaking, he raised his hand to signal the referee of the Fenglei Pavilion. After the referee stood respectfully beside him, Xiao Ling's eyes fell on the lottery tube, and he flicked his sleeves and casually pulled out four jade slips from it. His movements were smooth and calm.

After seeing the names engraved on the four jade slips, Xiao Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment, and then cast his eyes on the four people still standing on the competition stage. He cleared his throat and announced loudly,

"The next second round of the competition will be arranged as follows: Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion will face Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion; Mu Qingluan from Xingyun Pavilion will compete with Xiao Yan. I hope you will go all out and show your style!"

Xiao Ling rarely made any moves in the lottery. After all, if he intended to do some secret operations during the lottery, he would not have drawn Mu Qingluan and Xiao Yan, two young people from his own camp, to fight together.

In fact, Xiao Ling was not too concerned about this. After all, the Four-sided Pavilion Competition was just a competition between a group of young people.

With Xiao Ling's current status and position, he would not resort to those unpresentable means, unfair and fraudulent things for such a competition between juniors. In his eyes, such a competition is not worth his behavior.

If he really did that, wouldn't Xiao Ling's previous words for Mu Qingluan become empty words and make people laugh at him?

In this way, wouldn't he become a "double-standard" person who is inconsistent in words and deeds and self-contradictory? What's the difference between him and the self-proclaimed pure and innocent God King?

Xiao Ling can't afford to lose this person. He has always had his own principles and is fair in doing things. How could he make such a fool?

As Xiao Ling loudly announced the results of the draw, cheers broke out all around the competition square, and the sound waves rolled up.

The four contestants on the stage met their eyes, looked at each other briefly, and then separated their eyes.

The first competition was between Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying on stage. The result of this duel was actually expected by everyone.

As an outstanding young talent of Wanjian Pavilion, Tang Ying's strength should not be underestimated, but his cultivation has not yet broken through to the Dou Zong realm. On the other hand, Feng Qing'er has successfully crossed that critical threshold and entered the Dou Zong realm.

There is such a gap in the strength of the two sides, and the situation is immediately determined when they fight.

Even if Tang Ying used all his skills and tried his best to resist, he could not resist Feng Qing'er's fierce attack. He was defeated in just ten moves. Feng Qing'er's every move was crisp and neat, showing the style of a strong man, and won without suspense.

After the result of the competition between Feng Qing'er and Tang Ying was settled, Xiao Yan and Mu Qingluan did not delay, and soon stepped onto the lively competition square with a nimble posture.

It attracted everyone's attention, and they were all looking forward to the exciting duel between these two young leaders.

However, everyone present knew that there was a huge gap between Xiao Yan and Mu Qingluan in terms of strength.

Although Xiao Yan had an outstanding record of killing a Dou Zong from Glacier Valley and escaping from several Dou Zongs in Glacier Valley, everyone knew that he relied on the power of puppets.

And this time, no external objects could be used in the competition. Mu Qingluan had successfully broken through the Dou Zong realm several months ago, but Xiao Yan was only a high-level Dou Huang now, so his chances of winning were naturally slim.

These two people are not at the same level at all. They are completely different levels of players. The outcome of this competition seems to be easy to determine at a glance.

"Are you really my senior brother's cousin?"

On the square stage, Mu Qingluan stared at Xiao Yan with curiosity on his face, doubts in his beautiful eyes, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Xiao Ling from time to time.

When they were in the Tianmu Mountains, Mu Qingluan had met Xiao Yan several times, but he didn't take it to heart at that time.

During today's competition, after hearing what her senior brother said, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her with the surname Xiao and the last name Xiao Yan was actually her senior brother's cousin.

With this thought in his mind, when Mu Qingluan looked at Xiao Yan again, his eyes had become much kinder.

At this moment, Mu Qingluan's eyes looked at Xiao Yan, just like an elder looking at a younger generation, showing gentleness and tolerance, completely losing the sense of scrutiny that he had when he first came on stage simply because of his opponent's identity.

After all, speaking of it, if one really wanted to calculate strictly by seniority, Xiao Yan would still have to respectfully call her senior sister.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes and looked across the way, only to see Mu Qingluan folding his hands on his chest, his eyes full of interest, looking at him up and down.

Xiao Yan looked at her eyes and could roughly guess what the other party was thinking, and suddenly felt an inexplicable embarrassment welling up in his heart.

After all, upon closer inspection, Mu Qingluan looked much younger than Xiao Yan now. Xiao Yan looked at her youthful face, and then thought about their relationship based on seniority, the awkward feeling in his heart became even more intense.

"If it's true, I really don't need to lie about this. Besides, since you asked me like this, I guess my cousin has already told you the details."

However, Xiao Yan quickly came to his senses, a faint smile appeared on his face, he cupped his fists and cupped his hands towards Mu Qingluan, and said in a leisurely tone.

"In that case, in terms of seniority, you can be considered my junior brother. Don't worry. As a senior sister, I will be merciful to you during the competition later." Mu Qingluan pursed her lips slightly. He smiled and said softly, with a bit of playfulness in his look.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan could only smile bitterly and shake his head, sighing inwardly that he had an extra senior sister inexplicably.

However, he quickly calmed down and calmed down. He immediately pulled out the black iron heavy ruler from behind, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and he said loudly: "Although I know that I am probably not Miss Qingluan's opponent, I still hope Don’t hesitate to teach me.”

"Hmph, remember to call me senior sister from now on, otherwise, I will take care of you."

Mu Qingluan had a slight smile on his lips, and gently waved his slender white jade hand, and saw a three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, she stepped lightly on the ground, and like an arrow from the string, she turned into a blue light rainbow and rushed towards Xiao Yan across the square.

Xiao Yan also did not back down and refused anyone who came. He was seen holding the black iron ruler tightly with both hands, and with a sudden wave of force, a slash filled with blazing flames roared out, charging straight towards the direction of Mu Qingluan.

As the two sides began to fight, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense...

The result of this competition was as unsuspicious as everyone expected. Although Xiao Yan fought hard, he was ultimately defeated by Mu Qingluan, the senior sister of Xingyun Pavilion.

Mu Qingluan relied on his strong strength to successfully defeat Xiao Yan after a fierce battle, successfully won the competition and advanced to the finals.

However, the process of this competition was indeed a bit unexpected.

Xiao Yan is only as good as the Seven-Star Dou Huang, but once they fight, his explosive power is astonishing. The various methods he uses are like a blowout, one after another, brilliant. In terms of actual combat power, it is almost as good as half a fight. A strong man in the sect realm.

Even if Wang Chen from Huangquan Pavilion and Tang Ying from Wanjiang Pavilion faced off against Xiao Yan at this time, it was still unclear who would win.

Unfortunately, the opponent he encountered this time was Mu Qingluan. Mu Qingluan is not an ordinary person. He has already successfully broken through the Douzong realm, and now he has reached the level of a three-star Douzong.

Even if Xiao Yan tried his best and tried his best, in the face of the absolute power gap, he could only swallow his hatred, regrettably lost, and stopped at this round of competition.

Faced with such a result, Xiao Yan inevitably felt a little disappointed, but he was not depressed by it. On the contrary, this experience has strengthened his determination to pursue stronger power, which will be of great benefit to his future practice.

Mu Qingluan also changed her previous idea of ​​paying attention to Xiao Yan simply because of her senior brother. After this battle, she looked at Xiao Yan again and realized that the person in front of her was definitely not just related to him. It is not about relationships, but about real talents that can be created.

As the dust of this competition settled, the two finalists competing for the top spot in the Sifang Pavilion Conference were also finalized. One was Feng Qing'er from Fenglei Pavilion, and the other was Mu Qingluan from Xingyun Pavilion.

In the previous competition schedule, both of them showed their strong strength at the Douzong level without reservation.

At the moment, the title of the champion is undecided. Who can surpass the others in skill and win the championship? Everyone is full of expectations and wait and see.

…

Where they were sitting, Xiao Yan followed Mu Qingluan and approached Xiao Ling and others. He raised his eyes to look at Xiao Ling, cupped his hands and clasped his fists, and said sincerely: "Cousin Xiao Ling, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you?"

"Haha, long time no see, Xiao Yan, look at you now, your strength has improved a lot, the progress is quite significant, it's really good." Xiao Ling nodded slightly, with a happy smile on his face, and faced Xiao Yan said approvingly.

"Well, cousin, compared with you, my little progress is really not worth mentioning." Xiao Yan raised his hand and scratched his head, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he said a little shyly.

During the long time he traveled in Zhongzhou, he had heard many stories about Xiao Ling, and knew that he was known as the first genius of the younger generation in Zhongzhou, and was the youngest eighth-grade alchemist in the current Danta records. This record is still firmly held by him.

Thinking back to when he was in the Northwest Continent, Xiao Ling was already outstanding enough. After entering the vast world of Zhongzhou, he felt like a fish in water, becoming more dazzling and brilliant.

"Okay, you two, stop complimenting each other here. These words almost make my ears tingle." At this time, Lin Yan, who was following Xiao Yan, cracked his lips and continued,

"I really didn't expect to meet you, Xiao Ling, this time. I thought that when we said goodbye and met again, you would already be an eighth-grade alchemist. Tsk, tsk, I can't help but be filled with emotion."

"Okay, you guy, stop teasing me. Once the Sifang Pavilion Conference is over, I will definitely have a good get-together with you." Xiao Ling smiled, shook his head helplessly, and responded casually.

"Haha, then I will have to kill you, a big dog like you, so don't feel bad!" Lin Yan laughed and said with a joking look in his eyes.

Xiao Ling nodded, and did not exchange too many greetings with Xiao Yan and the other two. Instead, he turned his gaze to Mu Qingluan aside, and said solemnly:

"Qingluan, you must be careful in the upcoming finals and never be careless. According to my personal observation, Feng Qing'er's body is the Sky Demon Phoenix, which is extremely powerful and cannot be underestimated. Your bloodline is inferior. If she is slightly negligent about it, I am afraid she will lose to her and miss out on the championship.”

"Senior brother, are you serious about what you said? That Feng Qing'er's true form is actually the Heavenly Demon Phoenix?" Mu Qingluan's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly after hearing Xiao Ling's words. There was a look of disbelief on his face, and there was a bit of surprise in his words. said.

Xiao Yan and Lin Yan, who were on the sidelines, couldn't help but be slightly shocked when they heard the three words "Sky Demon Phoenix". The two of them had been wandering around Zhongzhou for quite some time, and naturally they had heard more or less about the Heavenly Demon Phoenix. Although they didn't know much about it, they also knew that it was an extremely powerful Warcraft family.

Although Xiao Ling and others looked indifferent when they talked about the Sky Demon Phoenix before, they have to admit that the Sky Demon Phoenix clan is one of the top Warcraft races in the World of Warcraft today.

In the eyes of others, this Tianyaohuang clan is a real behemoth, enough to be intimidating.

At this time, Mu Qingluan suddenly felt enlightened as she recalled the several interactions she had with Feng Qing'er in the past. No wonder that woman always looked down on herself every time they met. It turned out that she was relying on her noble bloodline to think highly of herself and her eyes were higher than her head.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely do my best. I will never let that stinky woman Feng Qing'er have a chance to win. I will never lose the face of Xingyun Pavilion!" Mu Qingluan said fiercely. He squeezed his pink little fists and looked extremely serious.

After knowing Feng Qing'er's true identity at this moment, a slight pressure quietly surged in her heart. The complacent look that was still faintly hanging on her face before had quietly faded away and disappeared. There was no trace.

"I believe in you, just do your best..."

Xiao Ling smiled and stretched out her hand, gently rubbed Mu Qingluan's little head, and said comfortingly in a soft tone.

…

"The last match is between Mu Qingluan of Xingyun Pavilion and Feng Qing'er of Fenglei Pavilion."

After both parties adjusted their breaths for a while to get ready, Lord Lei stood up slowly and solemnly announced the final duel.

As soon as the words fell, a tense and almost solid atmosphere was enveloped inside and outside the square. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the highly anticipated final battle.

As Lord Lei finished speaking, two brilliant streams of light, one green and one yellow, were seen flying down from the seats like meteors, and then accurately landed at both ends of the competition square.

When the light dissipated, the figures of Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er clearly appeared, standing quietly at both ends of the square, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

In this tense square, Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan each took their own side and faced each other.

Feng Qing'er leisurely crossed her arms around her chest, raised her beautiful eyes gently, glanced at Mu Qingluan in front of her with a bit of disdain, then opened her red lips and said crisply,

"Mu Qingluan, this time you and I are going to have a fair fight. Without Master Feng as your backer, I want to see if your strength can match your tone."

Her voice was extremely clear and sweet, like the cry of a phoenix, and her words contained a sense of nobility and arrogance that could not be concealed.

"Huh, you put on a bad face all day long. Look at that arrogant look on your face. I have long disliked you! This Sifang Pavilion competition is just an opportunity to punish this annoying guy like you!" Mu Qingluan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, but his tone was not at all polite.