Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Cold Arrows

  The atmosphere on the square was exceptionally tense, with fifty-three rays of sunlight scanning each other, their eyes filled with vigilance towards each other. In this chaotic situation, whoever could make themselves stay longer would be able to gain the next victory, but at the same time, most people knew that this selection was extremely harsh and cruel.

  Out of the 53 people, only eight were left. Among these eight spots, four had already been taken by the Four Pavilions. This means that out of the remaining 49 people, only four could successfully stay! Selecting four from 49 - this kind of screening can be imagined to have triggered a fierce and intense battle.

  When the atmosphere in the arena was tense, outside the square also became quiet, countless eyes stared at the people inside without blinking. These people are all considered to be among the best of the younger generation, except for a very small number of people, most of them have truly impressive abilities. The battles that broke out between these people were naturally extremely attention-grabbing.

  "But for some reason, Lin Xiu and Liu Qing didn't follow him. The three of them should have left together originally." Xiao Yan's gaze shifted back and forth on Lin Ye's back, muttering to himself. He still had a very good impression of Lin Ye and the other two. Moreover, at that time, he had just broken through to the Dou Wang level, and after clearly knowing that he had Cloud Sky Sect as a great enemy, Lin Ye and the others still followed him. This friendship was not something Xiao Yan could forget, but after the matter with Cloud Sky Sect was settled, these three guys actually left on their own, leaving Xiao Yan idle and without a chance to return the favor.

  More than 50 stocks of Dou Huang's aura, almost completely permeated every corner of the square, a strong energy oppression permeated above the square, making many people feel a kind of oppressive feeling.

  On the square, the aura is overflowing, chaos is constantly spreading. At this moment, almost everyone around is an opponent, an enemy, so each one has a startled bird-like appearance, as soon as someone enters their own range of several meters, the aura in the body will involuntarily guide the mind to launch a fierce attack on the person who broke into the range.

  In such chaos, it often happens that several people gang up on one person. At this moment, it can only be said that this kind of person is unlucky. Facing the attack of several opponents of the same level, they almost retreat from the arena in less than ten rounds.

  Chaos is a catalyst. Seeing the chaotic battle in the arena, the stands around the square erupted in earth-shattering cheers and shouts. Many people became flushed and excited due to this atmosphere, looking like they wished they were among those in the arena themselves.

  At this moment, the scene was in complete chaos. The sound of clashing energies and colliding swords echoed non-stop. In this chaotic situation, even though everyone present was a skilled fighter, there were still people constantly spitting out blood and retreating. The scene was too chaotic, with enemies coming from all directions, making it impossible to defend oneself from all sides. One moment of carelessness could lead to a fatal attack from the shadows. In this kind of tournament, swords had no eyes, and getting injured was a very common occurrence. If one suffered a fatal blow and shouted out in defeat, according to the rules, no one would continue to try to kill them.

  Among them, only Lin Yan's situation was very bad. It can be said that without the peak strength of Dou Huang, he had no way to stand out here. Soon, Lin Yan was knocked down by Wang Chen of Huang Quan Pavilion. Just as Wang Chen was about to deliver the final blow, Xiao Yan stopped him in time.

  However, due to Yao Lao being present, Wang Chen did not have the opportunity to engage in a match with Xiao Yan outside of the tournament. Nevertheless, this also led to Huang Quan Pavilion becoming dissatisfied with Xing Yuan Pavilion.

  After a small storm, the top eight were born quickly, including Wang Chen, Feng Qing'er, Xiao Yan, Mu Qingyan, Tang Ying, in addition to two ordinary-looking women and a man from outside.

  Those two women, one wearing white clothes and carrying a long sword, had a slender figure, but unfortunately, her face was ordinary and could only be considered average. The other wore a green dress that fluttered in the wind, appearing slightly thinner by comparison, although she too was a beauty among people, yet her delicate waist still attracted many gazes.

  Eight people walked to the front of the stage, waiting for the lottery results. Yao Lao also looked at everyone up and down, thinking in his heart: These two women seem to have come together, and they can stand out in the fiercely competitive Fourth Pavilion Meeting, I wonder where they are from?

  But Yao Lao still had full confidence in Xiao Yan, and with his current strength, even Feng Qing'er of the Phoenix clan from the Wind Lightning Pavilion couldn't be his opponent. No one present could be his opponent, this time, Xing Yun Pavilion would retake first place!

  The lottery results came out soon, with Xiao Yan against Wang Chen, Feng Qing'er against Tang Ying, Mu Qing'yan against the green-robed woman, and the white-robed swordswoman against a strange man. The winner advances.

  "Hehe, the four pavilions are all squeezed into one group, Mu Qinglian's side is just one group, and there are only three outsiders. It can't be said that our Xingyun Pavilion will take the top two places this time." Feng Zun looked at the draw results with great joy, saying to his old friend Yao Chen.

  Yao Chen also nodded in agreement. After all, every time the Four Pavilions Conference was held, even if a non-Four Pavilions person managed to luckily make it into the top eight, they would still be eliminated early on.

  "Huh?" Xiao Yan's sharp spiritual perception detected someone staring at him, turned his head around, only to find the sword-wielding stranger smiling playfully at him before turning and leaving.

  "Strange? Why do I have a familiar feeling about her?" Xiao Yan muttered to himself, momentarily dazed.

  In a small hut on the side of Leishan, a man in black was quietly staring at the grand occasion of the four halls, his eyes suddenly stunned, as if reminiscing about something.

  "Four Halls Conference... With your identity, you've attended it before, right?" Just as the black-clad man was lost in thought, a voice suddenly rang out, and the door of the small hut was pushed open. A figure clad in black robes walked in slowly.

  "Yes, at that time, I barely made it into the top eight. Master didn't blame me either." The man in black turned around, revealing the long-disappeared Han Feng. His slender face, though no longer as spirited and proud as before, had a look of having gone through hardships and gained a deeper understanding of life.

  "It's actually to the point where even a 9th-grade alchemist like Teacher can't detect the soul power here, your concealment method is truly unparalleled. After Han Feng was defeated by Xiao Yan and rescued by the Soul Temple, but at the cost of having his Sea Heart Flame taken away, his current strength is now stronger than when he first practiced the Burning Mark. Han Feng has only slightly sensed that this dominant force on the Dou Qi continent actually has what kind of depth."

  "Although you are now the chief alchemist of Fenglei Pavilion, if you are discovered by Yaodun, Fenglei Pavilion will definitely hand you over. You're not a match for Yaodun yet." The black-robed man sneered, saying that those who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors are unwelcome everywhere.

  "Is that so?" Han Feng sneered, saying: "What can block a person sometimes isn't the huge wall in front of them, but the cold arrow behind their back. If I could kill Teacher once, then I can kill him again!"