You Ming is Ye Xiong's nominal wife, so naturally she wants to come and help.
Yu Fengxian was very sensible. Although she disagreed with Ye Xiong's approach, she did not stop You Ming from coming to help.
"The mountain man has a clever plan." Ye Xiong smiled and fell into the air in a flash, saying loudly: "Everyone, I didn't expect so many people to come to participate in the selection of disciples of Tiandao Pavilion. My surname is Jiang.
His name is Nan, and he is the master of Tiandao Pavilion.'
Shh!
I don't know who took the lead in the audience. Suddenly, the entire audience burst into boos and all kinds of disdainful sounds.
Among the crowd, there were some people with bad intentions who deliberately disturbed the situation and were deliberately making noise.
"Jiang, what kind of thing do you think you are? You're just a late-stage Jindan person. Why should you be the master of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion?"
"You are so weak, but you still want to be the master of our pavilion and fulfill your big dream."
"You can also choose a disciple, just pick someone, use chicken feathers as arrows, and go back to plowing the fields."
"The face of the Changsheng Sect has been completely shamed by you."
Off the field, various voices sounded, setting off a rhythm, and the scene was once again out of control.
"Shut up, I."
Ye Xiong's anger sank into his dantian, and he roared angrily, sounding like a bell blasting thunder.
This sound was filled with the roaring skills of Buddhism. Everyone was deafened by the sound. The weak ones even had their blood boiling.
The whole place was silent, everyone looked at Ye Xiong. No one dared to shout anymore. No one thought that a late-stage Jindan monk could actually make such a deafening voice.
"Whoever has an opinion belongs to a man. Come forward now and don't heckle me in the end." Ye Xiong yelled.
There was a sudden silence, no one dared to speak.
Suddenly, a figure strode out from the crowd and shouted: "Jiang, I am just dissatisfied, so what do you do?"
The man looks about forty feet tall, has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a wide mouth. He looks fierce.
"Who is coming? Tell me your name." Ye Xiong shouted.
"My young master, Du Biao, is from the Tiansi Star. I am the master of the Du Family Fort," the man shouted.
"Du Biao, his name is worthy of his name!" Ye Xiong laughed and then asked: "What are you dissatisfied with?"
"The Immortality Sect is famous in the Western Star Territory. The five pavilion masters are all famous figures. They are all half-step Yuanying. And you, a mere late-stage Jindan monk, why should you be the master of the pavilion?" Du Biao shouted.
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"If you are dissatisfied, you don't have to come to participate. No one is forcing you!"
"Of course I won't participate. Let me be your disciple and fulfill your mother's spring and autumn dream."
"Then what are you doing here, watching the excitement? No, there are many people coming to see the excitement, but the general audience is watching the show quietly. You are the only one who stands up. Why?"
"There's no reason why I'm unhappy."
"You lied. You were instigated by someone to target me deliberately." Ye Xiong suddenly yelled.
This roar came so suddenly that Du Biao was shaken to his core by the roar.
"Tell me, what benefits does one receive from the other?" Ye Xiong continued to yell.
"I have no benefit from him at all. Don't slander him. I just can't stand it..."
Before Du Biao finished speaking, he knew something was wrong. Unknowingly, he let it slip.
"Jiang, you actually dug a hole for me to jump into." Du Biao was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He didn't ask himself if someone had instigated him, but asked himself if he had received any benefits. He didn't react at once and fell straight into the trap.
"That's right, I just dug a hole for you to jump into. Who made you stupid?" Ye Xiong sneered, and then continued to ask: "Tell me, who is he?"
"Jiang, what we are discussing now is that you are not qualified to be the master of the pavilion, please don't change the subject." Du Biao came to his senses and said quickly.
"Who said that being a pavilion master must rely on strength? There are many monks 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.
"You brat, don't try to dig a hole for me to jump into again. I will never fall for your trick again." Du Biao suffered a loss once and will definitely not fall for it a second time.
"Then tell me, why am I not qualified to be the Pavilion Master?"
"Because you are not strong enough?"
"Many people around His Holiness are not strong enough."
"Is that different?"
"Why is it different?"
"Because... brat, don't beat around the bush with me, I just think you're not qualified." Du Biao shouted.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came.
"Who do you think you are? It's not your turn to speak here, so get out of here."
Zhuo Wushuang walked out from the crowd with a fierce aura and stared at Du Biao with piercing eyes.
"Who are you?" Du Biao shouted.
"The first disciple of Tiandao Pavilion is Zhuo Wushuang." Zhuo Wushuang said coldly.
"It turns out he is a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion." Wu Biao laughed heartily: "What kind of short-sighted guy gave birth to an unfilial son like you? He has no way to join the sect, but he chose to join Tiandao Pavilion. If I were your father, I would
Forget it if you hit him to death."
Looking around, almost everyone gasped.
Everyone was shocked by Tianbiao's words.
Does he know who he is scolding?
At this moment, a surge of extremely murderous aura suddenly enveloped the whole place, and everyone instantly felt a drum of extremely cold murderous aura.
Even Ye Xiong and You Ming were frightened by this murderous intent. They looked at each other and saw shock in their eyes.
This murderous aura is definitely that of a Half-step Nascent Soul monk, and it is a very powerful Half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.
"There are powerful people among the crowd." Netherworld reminded.
"I know, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided. Calm down." Ye Xiong said.
Fortunately, the murderous intention quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Only people with high strength can instantly capture this murderous aura. Most people don't feel it at all.
…
Thousands of meters away, in mid-air, three men were suspended in the air, mixed in with the crowd.
The three of them had all been disguised, and they turned out to be Zhuo Xuanyuan, the master of swordsmanship, Nangong Han and Wei Tianze.
"Tianze, how many times have I told you, don't act impulsively." Zhuo Xuanyuan scolded.
"Your Majesty, this guy dares to humiliate you. He simply doesn't care about life and death. I want to teach him a lesson for you." Wei Tianze said.
"There are countless people in the entire Western Star Territory who have humiliated me. Do you want to kill them one by one? Can you kill them all?"
"But Your Majesty, this guy is too annoying." Wei Tianze was still a little angry.
"We are conducting a secret visit this time. Wouldn't it be exposed if we show up now? Tianze, listen to His Majesty and don't be impulsive. The Eighth Prince will deal with him." Nangong Han interrupted.
Wei Tianze was not willing to withdraw his murderous intent.
Zhuo Xuanyuan looked at the field with interest, feeling that it was getting more and more interesting.
…
Faced with Du Biao's ridicule, Zhuo Wuhen not only did not get angry, but sneered and said: "You just said that whoever gives birth to a filial son like me should be killed... You may not know my identity yet. First of all, you said
Let me introduce you, my surname is Zhuo, my name is Zhuo Wushuang, and my father’s name is Zhuo Xuanyuan.”
"Zhuo Xuanyuan, this person's name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."
Du Biao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed.
"Oh my God, are you the current prince?" His voice changed.