Mo Yu looked calm, turned around and looked at him, and said lightly: "The Grand Priest of Golmud believes that his cultivation is insufficient, so he will fight for one battle."

Several old tribes looked surprised, obviously not expecting that in the face of Golmud's embarrassment, Mo Yu dared to respond such a tough one.

Although he had a battle with Sang Jin a few days ago, everyone knew that he was not weak, as a high priest of the Black Barbarian tribe, how could Golmud be an easy person? He was afraid that the patriarch would have to suppress him, and it would be difficult to defeat him.

Sang Xiaotian's eyes shrank slightly and he waved his hand: "The two are important figures in my Heiman tribe. How can we fight each other? This is inappropriate!"

He was very clear about Golmud's methods. Although his cultivation was three points weaker, he had another trump card in his hand and was extremely powerful.

"Hehe! I think this is good." Golmud sneered, "As long as Mo Yu can defeat me, he will naturally be qualified to become a high priest. I will not say that I will leave the Heiman tribe anymore. I will ask the patriarch to agree to this matter... Otherwise, today's ceremony will be interrupted!"

How could he not see Sang Xiaotian's partiality, and he sneered in his heart and kicked the ball back.

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

"Yes, what the Golmud High Priest said is the best way to deal with this matter."

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

"Why don't the patriarch agree generously? Just give fellow Daoist Mo Yu a chance to prove himself."

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

Otherwise, if more than half of the clan elders oppose it, his decision will be invalid.

If he refuses, today's ceremony will inevitably be interrupted and may even cause a blow to his prestige in the tribe. But if he agrees... he turned his head and looked at it with a deep look.

Mo Yu bowed and said lightly: "Don't worry, leader." His expression was calm, without showing any strangeness.

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 competition and comparison. Please keep your restraint!"

As the patriarch of the Hei Barbarian tribe, he has been in a high position for many years and is also an extremely powerful emperor. At this moment, he naturally has a very heavy weight.

Golmud felt a little anxious, but he quickly returned to peace. With Sang Xiaotian on his side, it was impossible for him to kill Mo Yu, but at least he had to pay a heavy price, so that people would know that not everyone can hurt his disciples in Golmud, and if they were injured, they would have to pay a price!

With the low friction with the ground, the gate of the Beast Temple slowly opened, and Sang Xiaotian's face was as deep as water, and he walked out first.

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Once the news spread, the entire Black Barbarian tribe was shocked, and countless tribes gathered at the Barbarian War Platform, and soon there was a crowd of people.

Sang Jin was supported by several barbarian monks and came to the audience. His pale face was full of pleasure, as if he had seen Mo Yu wailing happily under his master's feet.

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

Although he was secretly angry and worried, his expression was quite calm and he had the style of a powerful man.

Golmud sneered, and his figure moved. The barbarian monks below didn't see his figure clearly at all. This person appeared on the barbarian battle stage.

"good!"

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

Golmud looked calm. With his cultivation, he naturally would not be complacent. He looked up and showed a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

boom--

The aura of the top emperor level soared into the sky!

Mo Yu's expression was calm. If Golmud was really an arrogant and arrogant person, he would not have had the current cultivation level.

He seems to be very sure of taking action today.

His mind moved, but his expression did not change. He raised and fell down, and his figure had appeared on the other side of the barbarian battlefield.

This scene made the barbarian monk feel extremely uncomfortable. He saw that he had only moved a little, but it crossed more than a hundred feet of space, as if he had overturned their deeply rooted cognitive concepts.

But the strong men in the Black Barbarian Tribe's eyes shrank at the same time, revealing a solemn look.

They saw more from this simple step.

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

On the barbarian battlefield, Mo Yu stood calmly, his face was calm.

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

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

Moo!

With a roar of a bull, the force of this punch showed an image of an iron-armored barbarian bull in a blink of an eye. Although he knew it was not a living creature, the four hooves with flying hair still gave people a strong psychological pressure. It seemed that a real iron-armored barbarian bull rushed over, trying to smash everything that was blocking the front.

Golmud cultivation is [Tieniuanshan Jue], which belongs to the lower body refining technique among the barbarians. However, this person has not known what kind of luck he has obtained, and has cultivated the [Tieniuanshan Jue] to a extreme level of success, with extremely powerful combat power.

At this moment, a punch was taken from the meaning of "Tieniuanshan", and it was the strongest blow he could make! Obviously, Golmud made up his mind to humiliate Mo Yu very much, and wanted to defeat him with one punch.

In the crowd, Sang Jin's breathing was rapid and his face was flushed. If he hadn't taken into account the current situation, he would have been yelling.

Make you arrogant!

Make you arrogant!

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

The elders on the stage did not expect that Golmud would take a killer move, and his face changed slightly. Yu Guang unconsciously looked at Sang Xiaotian.

After all, Mo Yu was a great priest recommended by the clan leader. If he was defeated with one move, he would be afraid that his face would be lost.

Sang Xiaotian had a gloomy face, and couldn't help but use a little force to hold the armrests of the seat.

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

On the stage, Mo Yu looked up at the phantom of the iron armored mangul, his expression calm and fearless, and his black hair fluttered behind him.

At this moment, he took a step forward, and the Man Zhantai suddenly made a muffled "bang", then raised his hand and clenched his fists and blasted forward.

Bang—

With a earth-shaking loud noise, the iron-armored mana bull roared in pain, his body trembled suddenly, and then turned into a terrifying impact force and swept outward. However, when it reached the edge of the barbarian war platform, the space was slightly distorted, absorbing all the violent force.

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

"Stop it!" Sang Muya's tight heart suddenly relaxed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her little nose.

Sang Jin's eyes widened, his face was in disbelief, and soon became gloomy, gritting his teeth and cursing something.

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

He let go without a trace, and a smile appeared on his face. Mo Yu was indeed very strong and did not waste his trust.
Chapter completed!