The Four Pavilions Conference, a crucial alliance event of the Four Directions Pavilion, is held every four years. At each year's conference, elite disciples from various factions within the Four Directions Pavilion eagerly await their chance to make a name for themselves.
Of course, it's not just the disciples of the Four Pavilions; the Four Pavilions Conference has become a grand event in the Central Plains. Whenever the Wind and Thunder Pavilion hosts it, countless people from the entire Northern Region are drawn to it, as are those from the other three pavilions. For these young talents from all over the land… achieving good results at the Four Directions Pavilion Conference might just catch the eye of that Venerable One. Being accepted as a disciple is one thing, but simply being accepted into a pavilion would bring many benefits. Therefore, every year at this time, countless young talents from the Northern Region gather at Thunder Mountain. At this very moment, outside the Wind and Thunder Mountains. Looking down from the sky, a dense crowd, like ants, was orderly entering the mountains. This was the headquarters of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, guarded by countless powerful magical beasts subdued by the pavilion. Anyone who dared to trespass would likely be torn to shreds. The noisy crowd and the cacophony of sounds caused everyone's ears to ring… However, those who had attended previous gatherings were prepared, while first-timers could only grit their teeth and bear it. "Damn, there are too many people. Can the East Pavilion hold so many?" a young man dressed in white, clearly from a noble family, muttered under his breath. , a middle-aged man seemed unconcerned, simply chuckling and saying, "The conference is starting today, so naturally there will be many people. It's said that the people from the Four Directions Pavilion have already arrived at the East Pavilion." The young man, clearly intrigued, asked with some enthusiasm, "Uncle, you said the final winner of last year's conference was the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. I wonder who will be this year?" The middle-aged man shook his head slightly: "It's hard to say. Feng Qing'er, Tang Ying, Wang Chen, and Mu Qingluan—these four are no pushovers, even comparable to the older generation. Moreover, it's said that the four of them recently entered the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool in the Tianmu Mountains, so their strength must have improved considerably. Perhaps they've already broken through to the Dou Huang realm..." The young man's eyes widened in astonishment: "This...it can't be that monstrous, can it? They've only just..." "How many years have they cultivated! Moreover, these four were originally at the peak of the Dou Huang realm, and with some additional techniques, they could even contend with some Dou Zong experts… If someone could truly break through at this time, the champion of this tournament would surely be decided." Their conversation clearly piqued the interest of those nearby. Hearing the young man's words, someone immediately disagreed, retorting, "That's not necessarily true! You must know that there are countless hidden talents in Zhongzhou. Every year, some dark horses emerge in the Four Directions Pavilion Tournament. Does that mean we can't have even stronger individuals appear this time?" Seeing someone interrupt, the middle-aged uncle and nephew weren't offended. The middle-aged man agreed, saying, "That's right. With so many participants this time, it's normal for one or two dark horses to appear." "➅❾รⒽย𝓍.𝓒ㄖⓜ 🐊☞" The young man was somewhat unconvinced, saying, "So what if there are dark horses? Isn't the final competition in every Four Directions Pavilion Tournament just an internal struggle within the Four Directions Pavilion? Compared to the elite disciples of the Four Directions Pavilion, those so-called dark horses are nothing... They're not worth mentioning at all!" "Moreover..." As he spoke, a hint of admiration appeared in the young man's eyes, "Miss Feng of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion is beautiful, noble, and powerful. She will definitely be the final victor this time!" These words immediately drew laughter from the surrounding crowd. It turned out that he was an admirer of Feng Qing'er... However, his words did resonate with many people. After all, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion was a top force in the Northern Region of Central Continent, and most of them were from the Northern Region. Psychologically, they were more supportive of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. However, at this moment, someone who had participated in the battle for the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool couldn't help but speak up and laughed, "Haha, kid, don't you know? Back in the Heavenly Mountain Blood Pool, Miss Feng was very close to a handsome man, and that man was also very powerful, even comparable to Miss Feng..." These words instantly dealt a heavy blow to the young man's arrogant face, and he blushed but couldn't say a word.
This scene once again drew laughter from the surrounding crowd. However, in their hearts, the man who had once had a special relationship with Feng Qing'er left a deep impression on everyone.
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On Mount Lei, Mo Tang stood on a high platform, watching the crowds climbing the mountain below, a strange smile on his face.
Beside him, two beautiful figures stood side by side.
"Stop watching, you've been watching for an hour. The competition should be starting soon, we should go down."
Finally, Feng Qing'er, her colorful dress fluttering, turned to look at her junior brother's profile and said, somewhat impatiently.
Mo Tang smiled slightly, "Senior sister, what's the rush... The entry isn't over yet. Those climbing this path must be young talents who want to participate in this competition, right? There are quite a few..."
There were two stone paths on Mount Lei, one for those who came to watch the competition; the other for the young powerhouses who participated.
Nearly a hundred disciples of the Feng Lei Pavilion, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, guarded the two paths.
The slight pressure emanating from that cold, stern expression deterred anyone from causing trouble...
At the head of these hundred people were two elderly men, both dressed in the robes of elders of the East Pavilion of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion. One of them was none other than Elder Eagle Mountain, who had come to Central State from the Black Corner Region with Mo Tang.
After observing for a while, Mo Tang had also used his system to get a fairly good grasp of the backgrounds of the people participating in this conference.
Overall, it was quite good; they were all Dou Huang level experts.
Moreover, these were all young people, the oldest being under thirty years old. To have such strength was already quite remarkable.
"What a pity..." Mo Tang muttered to himself as he walked.
"What a pity?" Feng Qing'er turned her head in surprise.
Mo Tang said softly, "It's a pity that among these people, there isn't a single one who can truly be considered a prodigy."
Feng Qing'er immediately rolled her eyes and strode down the mountain.
Little Fairy Doctor beside her couldn't help but smile, amused by Mo Tang's shamelessness.
She had only just finished her seclusion...
During the month that Mo Tang followed Lei Zunzhe to the Northwest Continent, Little Fairy Doctor also made another breakthrough, reaching the four-star Dou Zong level...