Qiao Shuya easily stepped into Yanhuang Academy, the two middle-aged people were still immersed in horror, and before they could speak, Mo Tianyou couldn't help it.

"Senior, it's not fair!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of red, and he didn't know why he was so hateful.

"If everyone steps into the inner courtyard like her, then what has become of this inner court!

"Oh, what should you do in your opinion?" Ba Dao turned his head to look at him, his tone calm and indifferent.

Mo Tianyou's eyes turned red, and the monstrous anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"Get out! Let her come back in by her own strength! This inner courtyard should speak with strength! It's not power! It's not a treasure!"

The two middle-aged men looked at Mo Tianyou, without sadness or joy, with a little disappointment in their eyes. Even when he looked around, there was no one around him!

Everyone looked at him with some sympathy, even some sarcasm, and that kind of look made him very angry!

Just like when he was judged to be unable to cultivate, the people in his family and even his father and mother showed pity for him!

So, even after six years, when he was able to practice, even after he realized that his cultivation talent was excellent, he didn't say anything, and he still held back.

It wasn't until a family big match before coming to Yanhuang Academy that he fought all the geniuses of the family in a row, humiliated them in front of everyone in the family, and then left the family with a perverted pleasure, intending to make a name for himself in the continent!

Death to all those who stand in his way!

All those who stand in his way will also die!

"Ho......" Ba Dao exhaled lightly, a little unable to see his emotions, "So, in this way, your strength is very strong......"

"So what!" Mo Tianyou took a deep breath and sneered, "This is in Yanhuang Academy, do you dare to do it?"

Ba Dao smiled coldly, as if he was very disdainful, and slapped it with a big hand.

More than ten zhang away, a cyan palm shadow slapped accurately on Mo Tianyou's face, and Mo Tianyou was immediately shot out defenselessly.

"Didn't you say that you want to speak with strength?" Badao's bland words sounded lightly after Mo Tianyou landed.

Mo Tianyou was furious and jumped up from the ground suddenly, "You ......"

Before the words could be spoken, a cyan palm shadow flew over again, shooting Mo Tianyou out again.

"Come on", Ba Dao looked at him disdainfully, with a contemptuous expression, "Don't you want to speak with strength?"

Ba Dao said, another light slap, Mo Tianyou's faces on both sides were already red and swollen, and they couldn't go away.

"I'm going to kill you!" he reddened, as if he had fallen into a demon, "Golden Scale Seal!

He drank loudly, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and a golden phantom flew out from Mo Tianyou's chest, and collided with the essence blood, condensing a golden flake.

The golden flakes were like scales, and a savage aura mixed with the domineering momentum of the supreme of heaven and earth slammed out, making the faces of many young talents change slightly, only to feel like a king of heaven and earth was staring at them coldly, and they couldn't help but retreat one after another.

The breath swept over Qiu Ming, Qiu Ming was also shocked back, followed by a tightening of his wrist, the golden scale snake wrapped around his wrist struggled violently, Qiu Ming's face immediately changed slightly, and a steady stream of original qi gathered in the past, and it was suppressed vigorously.

Although the Golden Scale Snake was strong enough, its realm was no more than the peak of the Transformation Gods, and Qiu Ming still easily suppressed it.

"Scales...... Slice...... Scale...... Film......"

The intermittent sound came into Qiu Ming's sea of knowledge, Qiu Ming was startled, and immediately reacted, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"Divine Consciousness Transmission? I have just turned into a divine peak cultivator and can actually transmit divine consciousness?"

Tyumen inquired, but never got a reply, as if the previous voice was just an illusion of Tyumen. He squinted slightly at the golden scales in Mo Tianyou's hand, his thoughts racing.

"Golden Scale Seal, Golden Scale ...... The Golden-Scaled Serpent?"

"Dragon Scale Mo Family?"

There was an exclamation from the crowd, as if they recognized Mo Tianyou's origin, and then whispered.

"Which Mo family is the dragon scale?"

"Is it the legendary dragon scale Mo family who picked up the dragon scales stained with the blood of the true dragon essence and realized the peerless exercises from the dragon scales?"

"How can there be such a fool in the Mo family's generation? It's just that there is no one in his eyes, and he actually provokes the tyrant sword who has the imperial inheritance, heh...... I really don't know whether to live or die!"

......

Qiu Ming listened to everyone's discussions, looked at the golden scales with a little blood in front of Mo Tianyou, and couldn't help but think about it slightly.

"Heh......" Ba Dao sneered, "Is this what you rely on?"

"Arrogance!" Mo Tianyou, who was talking about everyone, naturally listened to it in his ears, his expression was hideous, the mark in his hand was pinched, and it changed suddenly, and the original qi of heaven and earth slowly flowed with the condensation of his handprint.

"Golden Scale Seal!

With Mo Tianyou's roar, the golden scale suddenly pulled out a golden light, and slashed into the neck of the overlord knife with a whoosh.

"Bell!"

With a dull sound of gold and iron, the golden scales were violently bounced away! There was only a trace of blood in the neck of the sword, and it quickly disappeared.

"What!" Mo Tianyou exclaimed in disbelief, his face sank, the seal in his hand rose again, and the golden scales and blood shone brightly, almost covering the original gold, and the rich bloody aura emanated.

Ba Dao still looked disdainful, and a layer of blue light rose from his body, and the golden scales hit it, just letting out a soft roar, causing the blue light to shake a few times.

Bang ...... Bang

The speed of the golden scales was extremely fast, and the golden rays flashed wildly, and the sound of collision continued to sound.

The sword didn't move, and with a wave of his big hand, a cyan palm imprinted out.

"Bang!"

The golden scales were actually slapped out of the rapid rotation! Then they exploded with a bang, turning into a golden light and flying back into Mi Tianyou's body.

Burst......

Mo Tianyou immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, languished to the ground, and looked at the sword in horror.

"Heh......" Ba Dao looked at his frightened appearance and smiled disdainfully, "How is it?"

Mo Tianyou's pale face turned red instantly, staring at the sword, his expression was hideous, but he couldn't say a word.

"Wait! Wait for me...... I'm going to kill you!" he roared inwardly, his hands curled up under him, his finger bones already crushed by himself!

"That's amazing...... This sword is such a powerful body! What a strong cultivation!"

"Mo Tianyou is indeed very strong, and the golden scale attack is afraid that the general return to the virtual realm cultivation will not be able to take it at all!"

......

Although a group of Tianjiao had some disdain for Mo Tianyou's actions, they still admired his cultivation.

"Is it enough?" the white-haired and white-bearded old dean coughed lightly, did not look up, and said lightly.

Joshua and the two middle-aged men and the old dean stood aside and watched quietly, and Joshua was a little overwhelmed.

Although it started because of her, she didn't do anything wrong, just stood there stunned, watching the amazing battle.

"Is that enough?"

Seeing that everyone didn't react, the old dean said softly again, and the voice was small but clear into everyone's ears, and word by word echoed in their ears, making everyone's minds buzz.

Everyone had just recovered, and they looked at the dean with a little shock, but they heard him continue to speak softly.

"Maybe you still have people who are very dissatisfied with the way this girl entered the academy, so I'll make an exception today to tell you something that you should have understood on your own. ”

He finally raised his head and squinted at everyone, his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, but they were very sharp.

"It's true that strength is respected, but is strength just cultivation? Wisdom, weapons, means, and even chance! All of these are all part of cultivation! Especially chance!"

A look of remembrance flashed in his eyes, and his expression was a little stunned.

"Chance! Luck! Although this is something that cannot be touched, it is the most incomprehensible and lacking thing on the path of cultivation! It is more important than cultivation! It is more important than the magic weapon! If you have enough chance, enter the Immortal Cave Mansion, and directly obtain the immortal inheritance, what kind of power can it be compared? Just like today, this girl met the overlord knife and gave him a weapon, this is her chance!"

What the old dean said was very serious, categorical, and there was no room for reversal.

"Dean!" someone heard a voice from the crowd, this voice was erratic, as if to hide himself, "What if everyone comes to Yanhuang Academy in the future with powerful weapons or some kind of secret art?"

Everyone heard the voice coming from all directions, and they didn't know who was speaking, but when they saw the old dean staring at one place with a sharp expression, everyone's eyes suddenly moved, but it was a burly, honest-looking young man who was standing there with a blank expression, and some didn't react.

"It's hard to be timid. The old dean drank softly, his eyes looked away, and he didn't bother to take another look.

Only then did everyone find out that there was a thin guy behind the burly man, he was hiding there with his head down, he didn't expect to be discovered by everyone, and now he was reprimanded by the old dean like this, his face turned red, and he was very embarrassed.

"If someone really masters that method, it means that he has enough chance to enter the inner courtyard! For such a person, even if the talent is poor, what if he accepts it!" said the old dean with a normal expression, and then smiled coldly.

"Do you think that the so-called inner court examination will not be successful at this point? Wait until tomorrow morning, I hope you don't complain that it is too difficult for you!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they suddenly had some bad premonitions, this time there were only more than 80 people coming, and the inner courtyard didn't recruit 100 people every year? Why do you still have to select?

Everyone looked at each other, and only a few people had a slight discoloration on their faces. Soon everyone dug up the reason, and suddenly there was a noisy sound.

"What?

"How can this be! Someone who didn't pass the final exam a year ago stays here?"

"More than a hundred? They have more than a hundred? How is this possible!"

"And those who have been cultivating here for two or three years, how can we be able to defeat them!"