The White Tiger Patriarch never imagined that one day he would be beaten on the ground by two little guys who were the highest in the realm of true self.

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt or not......

"Little girl, you have to spare the tiger and spare the tiger, can you remove the knife from my waist?"

He was really afraid of this knife, and in the case that the Thunder Aura was completely ineffective against these two people, his own strength was completely unable to exert due to the limitations of the human body.

Now he has no other way than to be beaten passively.

Unraveling the Transfiguration Technique requires the operation of the aura, and he doesn't know the way to do it.

Ji Dun punched him in the face, and said, "You're the eighth order?"

"Who's the devil cub you, apologize to me!"

The white tiger was silent, and the koi's knife quietly moved a little.

He was very helpless, and held back for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry, it's Wang who lost his words, can we put down the knife first when we chat?"

Chi Dun asked: "That's not possible, we won't beat you, you admit defeat first!"

Under the persecution of Chi Dun, the White Tiger Patriarch had no choice but to admit defeat.

This feeling of being at the tip of the knife is really uncomfortable.

Although he is a thousand years old, there are some things that cannot be abandoned, and as a male animal, this is his last limit.

And judging from Chi Dun's tone, timbre, and the little girl's trust in him, as long as this kid gives an order, the knife will definitely go over without hesitation, and it will never be a joke.

Chi Dun looked at the stupid cat that was bouncing not far away, and said to the high platform with the phantom of the white tiger, "Go get it!"

No, nod quickly.

She sprang fast on four legs, rushed there like a bolt of lightning, squatted there and said a little dazedly, "How do you use this thing?"

The people of the White Tiger Clan were all disappointed, and they thought that the things that belonged to the White Tiger Clan had returned, but they didn't expect to send them out now.

But they didn't have anything to say, the original battle for succession was a bloody battle without rules, and the final winner could get the White Tiger Soul Seal.

The whole clan had nothing to say, and if they wanted to talk about this battle for succession, they could only blame the patriarch for underestimating the enemy, and agreed to the request of the Holy Venerable who did not laugh.

When she didn't look at the illusory big white tiger in a daze, her body was light, and the soft kitten was hugged by Buxiao and placed in the phantom of the soul seal.

He looked at him one by one and said, "Teacher, we won!"

We, won.

In just four words, if you don't smile, you can see that they have changed one by one during this time.

If it was her before, she would definitely say, "Teacher, I won!"

She has always been alone.

Buxiao nodded slightly, his hand drew a golden light in front of him, and he said in a flat tone: "The teacher saw it." ”

The illusory white tiger seal stood up, and its tall body disappeared into the different bodies.

For countless years to come, this brown, blue-eyed kitten will be its owner.

"Impossible! How could you directly pass the soul mark to her, shouldn't the soul mark be promised by the gods to complete the succession?" Seeing this scene, the White Tiger Patriarch suddenly exclaimed and got up, but he still didn't stand firm and fell there.

As for the fact that he ran naked without clothes, it seemed that no one cared at all.

Oh, there's no one here except Chiton and koi.

He looked back at him without smiling, revealing an unfathomable smile.

"Guess what?"

The White Tiger Patriarch was shocked by the scene in front of him, because if this was the case, there was no need for him to bring the soul seal back, and directly hand over the soul seal to his apprentice, so that if he didn't do it, he would naturally become the next generation of White Tiger Saint Venerable.

At least for five hundred years, it is impossible for them to take away the soul sigils from the hands of one by one.

That's the rule, the rule of heaven.

Bu smiled and raised his head, looked at the sky and said.

"I was once here, snatching the soul mark of your tribe, but I didn't expect to make this place so smoky. ”

Without smiling and waving his hand, the aura on his body began to explode towards the sky, just aura.

Buxiao didn't use any spiritual means, didn't use Qiankun tricks, it was his own strength.

"Heavenly ...... OMG!!"

The thunderclouds in the sky were pushed away by an invisible force, and the aura that was waved out without smiling actually created a scene that dragged the sky up.

Thick thunderclouds have been accumulating for countless years, how high is it?

Soon it will be clear.

On the dark Thunder Mountain, a beam of sunlight that I had seen not long ago was revealed, but at this time, it was already fiery red.

The clouds swelled and receded like a tidal wave.

No matter how shocking the thunder was, it all subsided at this time.

Gradually, the sun came down here.

It hadn't been a long time since he saw the light, and Chiton even felt a little dazzling.

The aura that didn't smile was still spreading, and they retreated and swallowed the thunderclouds.

He is a Yin Tiger, but his aura can suppress the purest Yang Thunder in the world, and this kind of scene is completely one-sided.

Everyone's hearts were full of shock.

The White Tiger Patriarch was even more so, when he came to Thunder Mountain without smiling, he thought that he had seen through the smiling without smiling.

But not long after, his finger made the Yin Thunder break through the stratus clouds and descend on the Thunder Mountain, which made him realize that his so-called seeing through was just the tip of the iceberg.

And now, where is this iceberg?

It was a new world he had never seen before.

The clouds cleared, and the barren Thunder Mountain looked so desolate.

Buxiao walked away from the stage and let the people out one by one.

Only then did the white tigers think that the kitten sitting there now was their new saint.

The White Tigers lowered their proud heads, even the White Tiger Patriarch.

"Greetings, Lord Saint!"

"Meow!"

While they were all looking at the cat with the white tiger soul mark on its body, only the koi was looking at Chi Dun.

"Do your hands still hurt?"

Koi asked softly, Chiton's left hand was still broken.

Chi Dun could only laugh dryly: "I can't move." ”

"Let you mess with the heroes!"

"It's okay now, everyone is happy. ”

Chi Dun said with a smile, not caring about the injury he suffered at all.

The matter also came to an end, and several people were seriously or lightly injured, so they had to stay in Lei Mountain to recuperate temporarily.

The White Tiger Clan's attitude towards them was countless times respectful, whether it was the matter of not saving those children one by one, or the fact that she had become the White Tiger Saint Venerable.

"It's good, I'm going to call me Sister Yiyi in the future, I'm going to go to the human world to fight in the world after a while, does anyone want to go with me?!"

"Roar——!Yes, long live Sister Yiyi, we want to see Sister Yiyi dance!"

However, after three days of recuperation in Chidon, he walked out of the cave for the first time.

I was speechless to find that the White Tiger Clan had been brainwashed one by one.

A weird fetish of cats begins to prevail.

This group of rough men, where do they understand the new things of the city people.

No, this holy venerable is really too misguided.