Mo Yu looked indifferent, turned his head to look at him, and said lightly: "The Golmud High Priest thinks that the cultivation of this seat is insufficient, so he has fought a battle." ”

Several clan elders looked surprised, obviously not expecting that in the face of Golmud's embarrassment, Mo Yu would dare to make such a tough response.

Although he fought with Sangjin a few days ago, everyone knew that he was not weak, but as the great sacrifice of the black barbarian tribe, Golmud would not be easy. Shoot with all your might, even if the patriarch is afraid that he can only press him, it will be difficult to defeat.

Sang Xiaotian's eyes shrank slightly, and he waved his hand: "Both of them are important people in my Heiman tribe, how can they fight each other, this is not appropriate!"

He knows Golmud's methods very well, although Xiuwei is three points weaker than him, but he has other hole cards in his hand, and his strength is extremely strong.

"Hey, hey, the old man thinks that's good. Golmud sneered, "As long as Mo Yu can defeat the old man, he is naturally qualified to become a high priest, and the old man will not say anything about leaving the black barbarian tribe again, and ask the patriarch to agree to this matter...... Otherwise, today's ceremony will be interrupted!"

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

Sure enough, the elder of the first clan frowned and said, "Since it was Mo Yu Daoyou who took the initiative to challenge, why should the patriarch interfere." ”

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

"The barbarian strong are respected, and if you want to become a great sacrifice, you must at least have enough strength. ”

"Why don't the patriarchs agree generously, they should give Mo Yu Daoyou a chance to prove themselves. ”

Sang Xiaotian's brows furrowed, although he was the patriarch, the opinions of the clan elders had to be taken seriously.

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

If he refused, the ceremony would be interrupted today, and it would even be a blow to his prestige in the tribe, but if he agreed...... He turned his head to look at it with a deep gaze.

Mo Yu arched his hand and said lightly: "Patriarch rest assured." He looked calm, not the slightest stranger.

Is he really sure?

After hesitating, Sang Xiaotian swept his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I agreed to this matter!" But today's battle is only for comparison, and please keep restraint between the two of you!"

As the patriarch of the Black Barbarian Tribe, who has been in a high position all the year round, and is also an extreme powerhouse of the emperor rank, he naturally has a lot of weight when he opens his mouth at this moment.

Golmud's heart was slightly cold, 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 can know that not everyone can be injured by his disciples in Golmud, and if he is injured, he will have to pay the price!

In the low sound of friction with the ground, the door of the Beast God Temple slowly opened, and Sang Xiaotian's face sank like water and walked out first.

The Golmud Grand Priest questioned the new Grand Priest, and the two of them will fight it out on the Barbarian Battle Table!

As soon as the news spread, the entire Black Barbarian Tribe shook, and countless clansmen converged on the Barbarian Battle Platform, and soon there was a sea of people.

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

On the high platform, Sang Xiaotian raised his hand slightly, and all the barbarians below stopped talking, and the place suddenly fell silent. He glanced left and right, and said, "If you repeat it, the patriarch doesn't want to say more, so you can take the stage!"

Although he was secretly angry and worried in his heart, his expression was quite calm, and he had a strong demeanor.

Golmud sneered, and as soon as his figure moved, the barbarian monks below didn't see his figure clearly at all, and this person had already appeared on the barbarian battle platform.

"Good!"

The barbarians worship the strong, and the audience suddenly burst into applause.

Golmud's expression was calm, with his cultivation, he naturally would not be complacent because of this, he looked up, and his eyes showed a strong battle intent.

Boom –

The top-level emperor-level aura soared 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 cultivate today.

He made a move today, and he seems to be very sure.

His mind turned, but his expression did not change, he lifted up step by step, fell step by step, and his figure had appeared on the other side of the barbarian battle platform.

This scene made the barbarian monks feel extremely uncomfortable, obviously seeing that he only moved a little, but he crossed a space of more than a hundred zhang, as if overthrowing their deep-rooted cognitive concepts.

But the eyes of the strong man in the black barbarian tribe shrank at the same time, revealing a dignified look.

They saw so much more from this simple step.

Sang Xiaotian's heart was slightly relieved, and a faint smile appeared on his face, it seems that today's battle is still a little interesting, although the hope of winning is still slim, but as long as he persists, he will not be considered a loser.

On the barbarian battle platform, Mo Yu stood calmly, and his face was calm.

On the other side, Golmud's face was a little more solemn, but the battle intent in his eyes did not decrease, but became more intense!

Suddenly, he burst into a shout and raised his hand and punched out.

Moo!

A bull's roar, the power of this punch, in the blink of an eye, showed the image of the iron-armored bull, although he knew that it was not a living thing, but the flying sideburns stepped on the four hooves, still gave people a strong psychological oppression, it seemed that a real iron-armored bull rushed forward, wanting to smash everything in front of him.

Golmud's cultivation is the [Iron Bull Regret Mountain Decision], which belongs to the middle to lower level of the barbarian tribe's body refining method, but this person doesn't know what kind of creation he has obtained, and he actually cultivates the [Iron Bull Regret Mountain Decision] to the extreme realm of far super-achievement, and his combat power is extremely strong.

At this moment, the punch was taken from the meaning of 'Iron Bull Regret Mountain', and it was the strongest blow he could deliver! Obviously, Golmud had made up his mind to humiliate Mo Yu and defeat him with one punch.

In the crowd, Sangjin was short of breath and his face was flushed, and if he didn't care about the current scene, he was afraid that he would have to shout.

Make you arrogant!

Makes you arrogant!

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

The clan elders on the stage didn't expect that Golmud's move was a killing move, their faces changed slightly, and they looked at Sang Xiaotian unconsciously.

After all, Mo Yu is a great sacrifice recommended by the patriarch, and he is defeated in one move, but he is afraid that his face will be dull.

Sang Xiaotian's face was gloomy, and his palm couldn't help but exert a slight force, clenching the armrest of the seat.

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

On the stage, Mo Yu raised his head to meet the iron-armored bull phantom, his expression was calm and fearless, and his black hair fluttered behind him.

At this moment, he stepped forward, and the barbarian battle platform suddenly made a muffled sound of "bang", and then raised his hand and clenched his fist and blasted forward.

Bang –

With an earth-shattering loud bang, the iron-armored bull roared in pain, and his body trembled violently, and then turned into a terrifying impact force and swept outward. However, when it reached the edge of the barbarian platform, the space distorted slightly, absorbing all the violent energy.

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

"Blocked!" Sang Muya's clenched heart suddenly loosened, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his very clever little nose.

Sangkin's eyes widened in disbelief, and he quickly became gloomy, gritting his teeth and cursing something.

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

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

Now, look at who else dares to say that he is not qualified to serve as a high priest!