Nine suns stepping on the sky

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent, and he turned his head to look at him, and said indifferently: "The high priest of Golmud thinks that my cultivation is not enough, so I just have to fight once."

Several clan elders showed surprise on their faces. They obviously didn't expect that Mo Yu would dare to respond so forcefully in the face of Golmud's embarrassment.

Although everyone knew that he was not weak in his battle with Sangjin a few days ago, but as the great priest of the Heiman tribe, how could Golmud be the easy one.If you try your best, even the patriarch can only overwhelm him, and it will be very difficult to defeat him.

Sang Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and waved his hand: "Both of you are important figures in our Heiman tribe, how can you fight each other, this is not right!"

He is very clear about Golmud's methods. Although his cultivation base is three points weaker than him, he has another trump card in his hand, and his strength is extremely strong.

"Hey! The old man thinks this is very good." Golmud sneered, "As long as Mo Yu can defeat the old man, he will naturally be qualified to become a high priest, and the old man will never say anything about leaving the Heiman tribe, and ask the patriarch to agree to this... Otherwise If not, today's ceremony will be interrupted!"

How could he fail to see Sang Xiaotian's favoritism, sneered in his heart, and kicked the ball back.

Sure enough, the elder of the first clan frowned, and said, "Since fellow Taoist Mo Yu took the initiative to challenge, why should the clan leader intervene?"

"That's right, what the great priest of Golmud said is exactly the best way to deal with this matter."

"The strong barbarians are respected. If you want to become a great priest, you must at least have enough strength."

"Why don't the patriarch generously agree, and give Fellow Daoist Mo Yu a chance to prove himself."

Sang Xiaotian frowned. Although he was the patriarch, the opinions of the elders had to be taken seriously.

Otherwise, more than half of the clan elders objected, and his decision would be invalid.

If he refuses, today's ceremony will inevitably be interrupted, and it will even deal a blow to his prestige in the tribe, but if he agrees...he turned his head to look, his eyes were pensive.

Mo Yu cupped his hands and said calmly, "Don't worry, the patriarch." His expression was calm, showing nothing unusual.

Is he really sure?

After hesitating for a moment, Sang Xiaotian glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I agree to this matter! But today's battle is only for comparison, please exercise restraint!"

As the patriarch of the Heiman tribe, who has held a high position all the year round and is himself an extremely powerful emperor, his words at this moment naturally carry a lot of weight.

Golmud's heart trembled slightly, but he soon regained his composure.With Sang Xiaotian by his side, it is impossible for him to kill Mo Yu, but at least he must pay a heavy price, so that people will know that not everyone can hurt his Golmud disciple, and if he gets hurt, he will have to kill everyone. Pay the price!

Amidst the low sound of rubbing against the ground, the gate of the Beast Temple slowly opened, and Sang Xiaotian walked out first, his face sinking like water.

The high priest of Golmud questioned the new high priest, and the two will have a showdown in the barbarian stage!

As soon as the news spread, the entire Heiman tribe shook, and countless tribesmen gathered at the Manzhantai, and soon there was a sea of ​​people.

Sang Jin was supported by several barbarian monks to the audience, his pale face was full of joy, as if he had seen Mo Yu howling happily at the feet of the master.

On the high platform, Sang Xiaotian slightly raised his hand, and all the barbarians below stopped talking, and the place suddenly became quiet.He glanced left and right, and said: "The patriarch doesn't want to say more if you repeat it, so you go on stage!"

Although he was secretly angry and worried, his expression was quite calm, with a rather powerful demeanor.

Golmud sneered, and his figure moved. The barbarian monks below did not see his figure clearly, and this person had already appeared on the barbarian battle platform.

"it is good!"

The barbarians worshiped the strong, and there was a burst of applause from the audience.

Golmud looked calm, and with his cultivation, he would not be complacent about it. He looked up, his eyes showed a strong fighting spirit.

boom--

The breath of the top imperial rank soars into the sky!

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent. If Golmud was really an arrogant and arrogant person, it would be impossible for him to achieve today's cultivation.

He made a move today, it seems very sure.

His mind turned, but his expression didn't change. He lifted up with one step and fell with one step. His figure had already appeared on the other side of the barbarian battle platform.

This scene made the barbarian monks feel extremely uncomfortable. Obviously, he only moved a little, but he spanned a space of more than a hundred feet, as if overthrowing their deep-rooted cognitive concepts.

But the eyes of the strong men in the Heiman tribe shrank at the same time, revealing a dignified look.

From this simple step, they saw more things.

Sang Xiaotian felt a little relieved, and a faint smile appeared on his face. It seemed that today's battle was still worth seeing. Although the hope of winning was still slim, as long as he persisted, he would not be considered a loser.

On the barbarian battle stage, Mo Yu stood indifferently, with a peaceful face.

On the other hand, Golmud's face was more solemn, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not decrease, but became more fierce!

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, raised his hand and punched out.

Moo!

With a roar of a bull, and the power of this punch, in a blink of an eye, the image of an iron-clad bull appeared. Although he knew it was not a living thing, but the four hooves trampled by the flying mane, still gave people a strong heart. The oppression seemed to be a real armored bull rushing towards it, trying to smash everything in front of it.

Golmud's practice is [Iron Niu Regret Mountain Jue], which belongs to the lower-middle-level body training art among the barbarians, but this person does not know what kind of fortune he has obtained, and he has practiced [Iron Niu Regret Mountain Jue] to the limit of far surpassing Dacheng , The combat power is extremely powerful.

The punch at this moment was taken from the meaning of 'Iron Bull Regretting Mountain', and it was the strongest blow he could send himself!Obviously, Golmud had made up his mind to humiliate Mo Yu and beat him with one punch.

In the crowd, Sangjin was short of breath and his face was flushed. If he hadn't taken into account the current situation, he might have yelled.

Make you arrogant!

Make you crazy!

Mo Yu, you are vulnerable in front of my master!

All the clan elders on the stage didn't expect that Golmud's attack would be a killer move, their faces all changed slightly, and they unconsciously looked at Sang Xiaotian from the corner of their eyes.

After all, Mo Yu was the great priest strongly recommended by the patriarch, and if he failed in one move, he might lose his face.

Sang Xiaotian's face was gloomy, and he couldn't help but squeezed a little bit hard on the armrest of the seat.

If it weren't for his amazing self-control, the chair made of black iron wood would have been crushed to pieces by it.

On the stage, Mo Yu raised his head to face the phantom of the armored bull, with a calm and fearless expression, and his black hair fluttering behind him.

At this moment, he took a step forward, and the Manzhantai made a muffled "bang" sound, then raised his hand and clenched his fist, and blasted forward.

bang——

There was an earth-shattering bang, and the armored ox roared in pain, its body trembled violently, and then turned into a terrifying shock force and swept outward.But when it reached the edge of the barbarian battle platform, the space was slightly distorted, absorbing all the violent power.

Even so, some barbarian monks who were close to the barbarian battle platform were frightened and retreated hastily, causing chaos.

"Block it!" Sang Muya's clenched heart suddenly loosened, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his delicate nose.

Sangjin's eyes widened with disbelief, and soon became gloomy, gritting his teeth and cursing something.

In the stands, Sang Xiaotian clenched his hands suddenly, and with a "click", the armrest in his hand was crushed. Fortunately, the clan elders around him also looked shocked at this moment, and no one noticed this.

He let go without a trace, with a smile on his face, this Mo Yu was really strong, and his trust was not in vain.

Now, let's see who else dares to say that he is not qualified to be a high priest!