Youming is Ye Xiong’s nominal wife, so he naturally has to come to help.

Yu Fengxian was very sensible. Although she disagreed with Ye Xiong's approach, she did not stop Youming from coming to help.

"The mountain man had a clever plan." Ye Xiong smiled, his figure fell into the air in a flash, and he said loudly: "Everyone, I didn't expect so many people to come to participate in the selection of disciples from Tiandao Pavilion. My surname is Jiang, and my name is Nan, and I am the owner of Tiandao Pavilion."

Shh!

I don’t know who started off the court, but suddenly there were boos from the whole court, and all kinds of disdainful voices sounded.

Among the crowd, some guys who were malicious and deliberately disrupted the situation were deliberately making excuses.

"A man surnamed Jiang, what kind of thing are you? Just a late stage of Jindan, why should you be the master of Tiandao Pavilion?"

"You are so weak, and you still want to be our Pavilion Master and be your dream of spring and autumn."

"I'll also select disciples, choose a lot, take chicken feathers as a command arrow, and go back to plow the fields."

"You have lost all the face of the immortal school."

Off the field, various sounds sounded, bringing up a wave of rhythm, and the scene was a little out of control again.

"Shut up."

Ye Xiong's aura sinks into his Dantian, and his roars are like a bell thunder.

This sound was filled with the roaring skills of Buddhism, and everyone was shocked by the sound, and their blood was deafening. They were weak, and even their qi and blood were rolling.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone looked at Ye Xiong. No one dared to yell anymore. No one expected that a late-stage Jindan monk could make such a deafening sound.

"Whoever has an objection? It's a man. Let's stand up now and don't make a fuss for me when I come to the scene." Ye Xiong roared.

The court suddenly became silent and no one dared to speak.

Suddenly, a figure strode out of the crowd and shouted, "I am just dissatisfied with my surname Jiang, so what about you?"

The man looks about forty steps, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a wide mouth, and looks fierce and evil.

"Who is coming? Let's sign up." Ye Xiong shouted.

"My master Du Biao is the native of Tiansilian Star, the lord of Dujiabao, and I am the one who is." The man shouted.

"Du Biao, his name is as good as his own!" Ye Xiong laughed and then asked, "What are you dissatisfied?"

"The Eternal Sect is famous in the Western Star Domain. The five Pavilion Masters are all famous figures. They are all half-step Nascent Soul. What about you, a mere late-stage Jindan monk, why should you be the Pavilion Master?" Du Biao shouted.

"If you are not satisfied, you can not attend, no one will force you!"

"Of course I won't participate. Let me be your disciple and be your mother's big dream of spring and autumn."

"Then why are you here to watch the excitement? No, there are many people watching the excitement, but the average melon-eating audience is watching the show quietly, and only you stand up, why?"

"I'm not happy if there's no reason."

"You are lying, you are just instructing me, and you are deliberately targeting me." Ye Xiong suddenly shouted.

This roar came so suddenly that Du Biao was directly shocked by this roar.

"Say, who took the other party what good is it?" Ye Xiong continued to roar.

"I don't have the advantage of accepting him at all. Don't swear at others. I just can't stand it..."

Before Du Biao finished speaking, he knew something bad was wrong. Before he knew it, he actually missed it.

"My surname is Jiang, you actually dug a hole and let me jump." Du Biao almost vomited blood in anger.

He did not ask himself if someone had instructed him, but asked him if there was any benefit. He didn't react at once and fell into the pit.

"That's right, I just dig a hole to let you jump. Who made you brainless?" Ye Xiong sneered, then continued to ask: "Tell me, who is he?"

"The surname is Jiang, what we are discussing now is that you are not qualified to be the Pavilion Master, don't talk about the topic." Du Biao reacted and said quickly.

"Who said that being a pavilion master must rely on strength? There are many cultivators around the Venerable. Although they are not strong, they can be reused. Do you mean that the people around the Venerable are useless?" Ye Xiong asked back.

"Boy, don't think about digging a hole to let me jump. I will never be fooled by you again." Du Biao suffered a loss once, but he will definitely not be fooled by you again.

"Then you tell me, why am I not qualified to be the Pavilion Master?"

"Because you are not strong enough?"

"Many people around the Venerable are not strong enough."

"That's different?"

“Why are different?”

"Because... a little brat, don't go around with me, I just think you are not qualified." Du Biao shouted.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came.

"What are you? It's not your turn to talk here, get out of here."

Zhuo Wushuang walked out of the crowd, staring at Du Biao with a sharp look with a sharp look.

"Who are you?" Du Biao shouted.

"The first disciple Zhuo Wushuang under the Tiandao Pavilion." Zhuo Wushuang said coldly.

"So it's a disciple of the Tiandao Pavilion." Wu Biao laughed loudly: "Who is not a man with no eyes, who gave birth to such an unfilial son, and has no sect in it? He just joined the Tiandao Pavilion. If I were your father, I would have hit him and killed him."

Almost everyone was gasping for a cold air.

They were all frightened by Tian Biao's words.

Does he know who he is scolding?

At this moment, a sudden surging murderous aura enveloped the audience. Everyone instantly felt a drum of extremely cold murderous aura.

Even Ye Xiong and Youming were frightened by this murderous aura. When they looked at each other, they saw shock in their respective eyes.

This murderous aura is definitely a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, and it is a very powerful half-step Nascent Soul.

"There are powerful people in the crowd." Netherworld reminded.

"I know, it's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that cannot be avoided, so calm down." Ye Xiong said.

Fortunately, the murderous aura disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared.

Only those with high strength can instantly capture this murderous aura, and more people have no feelings at all.

...

In the air thousands of meters away, three men were floating in the air, mingling among the crowd.

All three of them were disguised, and they were Zhuo Xuanyuan, Nangong Han and Wei Tianze, the venerables of Swordsmanship.

"Tianze, how many times have I told you, don't be impulsive when doing things." Zhuo Xuanyuan scolded.

"Lord, this guy dares to humiliate you, he doesn't know how to live or die. I want to teach him a lesson for you." Wei Tianze said.

"I don't know how many people are in humiliating me. Do you want to kill them one by one? Can you finish killing them?"

"But Master, this guy is so annoying." Wei Tianze was still a little angry.

"We are in a secret investigation this time. Isn't it exposed now? Tianze, listen to the lord, don't be impulsive, the Eighth Prince will deal with him." Nangong Han interrupted.

Wei Tianze was unwilling to withdraw his murderous aura.

Zhuo Xuanyuan looked at the field with great interest, feeling more and more interesting.

...

Facing Du Biao's ridicule, Zhuo Wuhen was not angry, but instead sneered: "You just said that whoever gave birth to me, a filial son, should he be killed by the head... You may not know my identity yet. Let me introduce it first. My surname is Zhuo, my name is Zhuo Wushuang, and my father is Zhuo Xuanyuan."

"Zhuo Xuanyuan, this person's name is so familiar, it seems that he heard it somewhere."

Du Biao tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

"Oh my God, are you the prince of the current dynasty?" His voice changed.
Chapter completed!