The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 397

On the steps, a dozen majestic figures sat on the seats.

There are a total of [-] runner-level powerhouses in the Tianmohu Clan, except for the four who are closed in the secret realm, and the three who cannot be rushed back after performing missions outside, and the twelve runners including Elder Feiyu and Monan Patriarch. The strong are all here.

The last person is naturally Mo Ziang, who is waiting for the start of the game below.

In the inner field of the martial arts arena, the five young patriarch candidates stood scattered surrounded by many relatives and friends, and each of them had its own characteristics.

The side of the Four Elephant Palace, where the six great runners are located, naturally frequently attracts the attention of the powerhouses of the Tianmohu Clan. It is such a powerful force.

Among the five passers-by, a young man in a purple gown stood with arms crossed surrounded by several figures. His face was quite handsome, but when he laughed, there was always a coldness and meanness that could not be hidden. .

"Boss, that Shuai Yan from the Four Elephant Palace stepped into the wheel-turning realm earlier than you. Are you sure you can defeat him?"

The young Tianmohu who looked like a helper poked his head, and his words were quite familiar with the man in the purple shirt, and he was very casual.

"Hmph, he is just a person of humble origin. I heard that his body is not from our bloodline at all, and he was not obtained through exchanging blood and bones step by step. How can such a person with a shallow foundation compare to me who is fully supported by the ethnic group? "

"So what if we break through first? Let's see how I will crush him. If this idiot hadn't appeared, the young patriarch of our clan would have been in my pocket, so why bother."

The thin lips of the purple-shirted man were slightly pursed, and there was a hint of indelible meanness at the corners of his mouth.

The election of the young patriarch of the Tianmohu clan has always been very bloody, and it is common for candidates to be tortured and killed during the competition. The clan doesn't care about this at all, and thinks it is a bloody performance.

"Hey, it's good for the boss to have confidence. When the boss officially becomes the young patriarch of our clan, my brother and I will be able to enjoy the glory."

Several youths from the Tianmo Tiger Clan looked at each other, and they all burst into laughter, feeling that they had won the battle.

"Everyone, the time has come, I will announce Bidou Shun..."

On the steps, a skinny little old man opened his sleepy dry eyes and read in rhythmic rhythms.

One of the five candidates, after a sudden change in expression, said dejectedly: "Wait, Great Elder, I abstain."

Five candidates, two at the wheel-turning level, and three at the death-xuan level completed it.

He is one of the three who have completed the Death Profound Realm, and he is also the weakest of the three, the other two are both at the peak of the Death Profound Realm, and they have faintly touched the Turning Wheel Realm, and he is the only one who has reached the ordinary Death Profound Realm.

He was originally encouraged by the elders of the clan to participate in the competition. At this time, his enthusiasm gradually cooled down. Knowing that he was not strong enough, he immediately asked to withdraw.

"Hmph, the guy who hasn't even touched the wheel-running realm, is a wise choice."

Mo Ziang squinted at the man, and said calmly.

This person is a new dark horse in the clan. After being praised by the elders of the clan, he forgets about it.

"can."

The skinny old man nodded slightly, and continued to announce without changing his expression: "The order of the competition is Mo Ziang vs. Wu Shan, and Lin Yan vs. Wang Lin."

"In the first game, Mo Ziang will face Wu Shan!"

Following the referee's order, the two candidates immediately jumped onto the field.

After all, Mo Ziang was the son of the patriarch, and he was also a strong man in the wheel-turning state. No matter how hard the strong man at the peak of the death-xuan state who faintly touched the wheel-turning state tried, he was still defeated by the former.

"Humph!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the high-spirited Mo Ziang stepped down from the competition stage, and made a flirtatious gesture to the people of the Four Elephant Palace quite provocatively, which once again attracted the praise of a large number of vassals in the clan.

"Xiao Yan, this person is too picky, remember to break one of his legs later."

Lin Dong turned his head and ordered lightly.

"yes, Sir."

Xiaoyan responded calmly, and there was a hint of blood in the tiger's eyes.

"In the second round, Lin Yan will face Wang Lin!"

Before the low drink fell, two candidates had already appeared on the fighting stage.

Wang Lin, the pinnacle of the Profound Death Realm, and Lin Yan are both exiled bloodlines of the Heavenly Demon and Tiger Clan, and he has also created a powerful force on his own.

This time, at the invitation of another elder in the clan, the Hui participated in the competition for the head of the young clan.

"Hehe, Brother Lin Yan, I heard that you are from the blood of our clan who came from a reckless family, and so is my old king. I have been wandering outside these years. Even if the two of us cannot take over as the young patriarch, we must get closer in the future."

Wang Lin is a simple and honest man in his thirties, he smiles quite kindly, and he can't help but feel good about him with just a few words.

"Brother Wang Lin, you are welcome, you can come to my commander's Four Elephant Palace in the future..."

Xiaoyan's tense face eased slightly, the same experience made him feel a lot.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation is the first transformation, Tiger Roaring Transformation!"

The next moment, the monstrous black light swept away, and directly turned into a thousand-foot-high black light tiger roaring down, the angle and strength were extremely tricky and vicious.

Heavenly Demon God Transformation, there are nine Heavenly Demon Transformations, it is the clan martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan.

"Hahaha, idiot, who wants to get close to you? Unexpectedly, this king is not a peak of the Death Profound Realm who touches the wheel-turning state at all, but a half-step wheel-turning state!"

Wang Lin, who suddenly tore his face, had a ferocious face, and his majestic aura had faintly crossed the boundary between the Profound Realm of Life and Death and the Realm of Turning Wheels, quite solid.

He has been hiding his cultivation until now, just for this unexpected opportunity.

"Go to hell!"

Under its control, the black light tiger tore through the void, and suddenly shattered the space.

"Smart old dogs are really annoying..."

Xiaoyan's complexion turned cold, and a trace of ferocity and disgust gradually appeared on his dark face, and when he raised his hand, he punched out with an incomparably fierce fist.

"White Tiger Broken Star Book, White Tiger Breaks Army Fist!"

The roaring roar of the tiger resounded throughout the world, and a huge white tiger that could not be seen at a glance jumped out of the long river of time, and swung its claws down with endless killing and tragic intentions. The cracks in space spread rapidly like a spider web.

The White Tiger Broken Star Book, the martial arts of the White Tiger Palace of the Sixiang Xuanzong.

"boom!!!"

A giant tiger claw that covered the sky and the sun suddenly grabbed it, and without any suspense, it grabbed and exploded the thousand-foot-long light tiger, and then imprinted fiercely on Wang Lin's chest, just like a falling comet. Smashed into a nearby mountain, life or death unknown.

"Waste is always waste."

Xiaoyan, who lowered his arm, shook his head indifferently, then turned to look at the referee who had been staring at him for a long time: "Referee, it's time to announce the result."

"Yes, yes, announce the result, announce the result of the competition."

The referee whose strength was perfect at the Death Profound Realm just woke up from a dream, hurriedly raised his voice and announced: "Lin Yan is fighting Wang Lin, Lin Yan wins!"

"Hmph, embarrassing."

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan frowned slightly, and with a wave of his arms, two strong men flew out immediately, carried out Wang Lin who was buried deep in the mountain, and passed out like a dead dog, and quickly sent him down.

(End of this chapter)