"Wang Dahui avoided the coachman's whip at a fast speed, but because he flew too fast, he hit the pillar and finally fell to the ground. He was kicked to the sky by the coachman of the FAW family. If he hadn't been rescued, he would have fallen to death directly!"

The person who reported the incident was getting lower and lower, and finally he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the parents present. When he entered the door, he also vaguely heard the discussion here, knowing that his words were slapping the parents in the face. But there was nothing he could do, what could he do if Wang Dachu was not up to his best?

After hearing the report, the hall fell into silence. The pavilion masters were all stunned. Only the Situ Palace Master still looked calm. It seemed that Wang Dahui's strange defeat did not surprise the old man at all. Or, Situ had already seen Wang Dahui's weight, so he was not surprised.

"Oh, shame, the extreme shame, Wang Daehui, how could my gods have this kind of like this - such... Alas..."

The old master who had previously recommended Wang Dahui broke the silence first. He looked angry and did not fight. He stamped his feet and beat his chest and finally didn't know how to describe it. In the end, he could only turn into a long sigh.

"No need to do this, there are still a few candidates, and Wang Dahui is not the most outstanding. Look at these, they all look much better than Wang Dahui."

Another old master spoke out to comfort him and handed it to the old master with the list in his hand. The latter took the list and glanced at it, and finally threw it on the table in disappointment. The old man lay back with exhaustion, leaning against the back of the seat, and he was full of decadence.

Obviously, Wang Dahui's failure made the old man a little discouraged. The most optimistic person on the list was Wang Dahui, but the result was that, which made him have hope for others.

"Why, these are so bad? As for you, you don't even have the interest to take a look?"

The old master who had submitted the list said in confusion. He felt that there were still a few good people here, and his strength was much stronger than the touted Wang Dachu.

The depressed old man just shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, the palace master Situ, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly said quietly:

"Those guys are really not good. You guys, you know that looking for small fish and shrimp on these noodles will not bark, do you understand?"

"this……"

The pavilion masters were confused by the words of the palace master. Didn’t the palace master ask them to check the files? Why were they not dissatisfied? The few people looked at each other and didn’t understand what they were wrong for a while. In fact, they were also lost in proportion by the strength of the FAW family, otherwise they would not have even understood the meaning of the palace master in this way.

It seemed that it was deliberately trying to make things difficult for them or training them. After saying that, Old Master Situ began to close his eyes and rest, ignoring the cabinet masters who were looking at him on both sides.

When the cabinet masters were not sure what to do, they saw another person who was reporting the matter outside the hall coming quickly. The visitor did not delay and walked directly across the hall gate.

"Your Protest the Lord of the Palace, Nie Yunrui from the Mad Sword Family has gone to fight."

"I? What's the result? How many tricks did it support?"

The Situ Palace Master finally became interested again, and the other cabinet masters were extremely excited. Nie Yunrui from the Mad Sword Family was a real genius. His sword intent had reached the realm of unity of man and sword. It was really surprising that he could fight.

The old masters before, they thought that this peerless genius was just that the Mad Sword Family was very special. Unlike other families, they seemed to be a pure martial arts family, and they did not participate in the affairs of the gods at all. They had been living a semi-retired state and had basically no contact with everything around them. The old masters did not dare to invite people from such a family to fight for the gods. After all, it is not a war time and cannot be forced.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to take action. Now the people from the Huachen family should be no problem. The elders of the Pavilion were excited, as if they already knew the result. But what did the Palace Master meant just now?

How many moves did he support? Isn't even Nie Yunrui the opponent of that guy? It shouldn't be that, although he is only a first-level Seal Emperor, his crazy sword intent can fight beyond the level. The young master of the FAW family is young, and even if he is genius, he can have a high level of cultivation. If he dies, he will only be a second-level Seal Emperor. He should not be Nie Yunrui's opponent, right?

Although they were very sure, the words of the Palace Master made them feel uneasy again. The masters and the Palace Master looked at the person who reported the matter and waited for his answer.

Facing the hopeful eyes of the pavilions, the person who reported the matter felt very stressed. He swallowed hard, and finally said with a tough look:

"I lost, only one move!"

"What……?"

Several pavilions stood up at the same time, and the Situ Palace Master also narrowed his eyes, and the entire hall suddenly fell into silence, and everyone felt shocked and unbelievable. After a while, the few people sat back on the chair dejectedly. Even the geniuses of the Mad Sword Family who combined the man and the sword were defeated, and they were defeated so badly, who could defeat the entire gods?

Not to mention winning, I am afraid that it would be difficult to find someone who can support more tricks. At this moment, the hearts of the several cabinet masters were filled with despair, a sense of despair and helpless powerlessness enveloped them, and the entire government affairs hall fell into a dead silence again.

On the battlefield square,

Yu Xiaotian lined up and walked towards the platform step by step. At first, there was no fluctuation of momentum on his body. But as he moved forward step by step, the momentum on his body began to appear. However, this momentum was unclear and was not very strong at first, but the more he felt it, the more powerful it felt.

The momentum is rising. While walking out, Yu Xiaotian's eyes gradually became cold, and his unconcealed strong murderous intent began to surge freely, giving people the feeling that he was a killing god with a low cultivation level but who killed countless people.

Every time he took a step, his murderous aura became even more intense.

This is also a way for Yu Xiaotian to hide his strength. He does not want to expose all his strength. So the more direct feeling of outsiders at this moment is the murderous aura on Yu Xiaotian's body. As for the rising momentum, it was set off.

This scene had already shocked all the Baiyu tribe members present. They were already desperate and saw someone walking out again, and a glimmer of hope appeared in everyone's heart. Even the old man on the high platform gave up Nie Yunrui and turned his gaze to Yu Xiaotian.

With thousands of people watching, Yu Xiaotian still walked towards the high platform step by step, his speed was consistent, and the murderous aura on his body would swell a little. As he walked slowly forward, his eyes were always staring at the figure sitting on the seat of the high platform.

As if he was actually imposing eyes, he finally, when Yu Xiaotian was less than fifty meters away from the platform, the young man in the brocade robe slowly raised his head.

This was the first time he raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaotian with unconcealed contempt.

"The murderous aura is so strong. You, an evil cultivator who has gone astray, cannot even take a move from my slave."
Chapter completed!