Chapter 397 The dispute between the young patriarchs

Chapter 397 The dispute between the young patriarchs

On the steps, a dozen majestic figures were sitting on seats.

There are a total of twenty strong people in the Wheel-turning Realm of the Demonic Tiger Clan. Except for the four who are in retreat in the secret realm and the three who are unable to return from their missions, there are twelve Wheel-turning Realm including Elder Feiyu and Chief Monan. All the powerful people are here.

The last person is naturally Mo Ziang, who is waiting for the start of the game below.

In the inner arena of the martial arts arena, the five candidates for the young clan leader were scattered and standing surrounded by many relatives and friends, each with their own characteristics.

Sixiang Palace, where the Six Great Chakravartin Realm is located, naturally attracts the attention of the strong men of the Demonic Tiger Clan. It is such a powerful force.

Among the five people, a young man in a purple gown stood with his arms crossed, surrounded by several figures. His face was quite handsome, but when he smiled, there was always a coldness and meanness that could not be hidden. .

"Boss, Commander Yan from the Four Symbol Palace entered the wheel-turning realm earlier than you. Are you absolutely sure to defeat him?"

The helper-looking young man from Heavenly Demon Tiger poked his head and spoke very casually as he was quite familiar with the man in purple shirt.

"Hmph, he is just a person of low origin. I heard that his body is not of our clan's bloodline at all, and was not obtained by exchanging blood and bones step by step. How can a person with such a shallow foundation be compared to me who has the full support of the clan? "

"So what if I break through first? Let's see how I crush him later. If this idiot hadn't appeared, the young leader of our tribe would have been mine, so why bother?"

The man in the purple shirt pursed his thin lips slightly, and there was a hint of meanness in the corner of his mouth that could not be removed.

The election for the young patriarch of the Demonic Tiger Clan has always been very bloody. It is not uncommon for candidates to be tortured and killed during the competition. The clan does not care about this at all, but considers it to be a sign of bloodiness.

"Hehe, it's good that you have confidence, boss. When the boss officially becomes the young patriarch of our clan, my brothers and I can also benefit from it."

Several young men from the Demonic Tiger Clan looked at each other and burst into laughter, feeling that they already had a chance to win.

"Everyone, the time has come, let me announce the competition..."

On top of the steps, a short, skinny old man opened his groggy, withered eyes and chanted in a measured tone.

One of the five candidates, after a sudden change in expression, said dejectedly: "Wait a minute, Great Elder, I will abstain from voting."

Of the five candidates, two are in the Wheel-turning Realm and three are in the Death Mysterious Realm.

He is one of the three who are perfect in the Death Mysterious Realm, and he is also the weakest of the three. The other two are both at the peak of the Death Mysterious Realm and have faintly touched the wheel-turning realm, but he is the only one who is an ordinary Perfect Death Mysterious Realm.

He was originally encouraged to participate by the elders of the clan. At this time, his enthusiasm gradually cooled down. Knowing that he was not strong enough, he immediately asked to withdraw.

"Hmph, a guy who hasn't even touched the Wheel Realm, a wise choice."

Mo Ziang glanced at the man sideways and said calmly.

This person is a new dark horse in the clan. After being praised by the elders of the clan, he forgets about himself. He thinks that he will become a blockbuster, but he is hit by reality like this.

"Can."

The skinny old man nodded gently and continued to announce without changing his expression: "The order of the competition is Mo Ziang vs. Wu Shan, and Lin Yan vs. Wang Lin."

"In the first round, Mo Ziang versus Wu Shan!"

As soon as the referee gave the order, the two candidates immediately jumped onto the court.

After all, Mo Ziang was the son of the clan leader and a strong man in the Wheel-turning Realm. No matter how hard the peak-level Death Mysterious Realm expert who had faintly touched the Wheel-turning Realm tried hard, he was still defeated neatly by the former.

"snort!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the high-spirited Mo Ziang walked down the competition platform and made a flirtatious gesture to the Four Elephant Palace men and horses provocatively, which once again attracted the compliments of a large number of vassals in the clan.

"Xiao Yan, this guy is too picky, remember to break one of his legs later."

Lin Dong turned his head and ordered calmly.

"yes, Sir."

Xiao Yan responded calmly, with a hint of blood in his eyes.

"In the second round, Lin Yan versus Wang Lin!"

Before the cheers could even end, the two candidates appeared on the stage.

Wang Lin, who is at the peak of the Death Mysterious Realm, and Lin Yan are both descendants of the Demonic Tiger Clan who have wandered away from home, and he has also created a powerful force on his own.

This time, at the invitation of another clan elder, I returned to the clan to participate in the competition for the young clan leader.

"Haha, Brother Lin Yan, I heard that you come from the blood of our clan and I, Old Wang, also have a rough background. I have been wandering away these years. Even if we can't take over as the young clan leader, we will have to get closer in the future."

Wang Lin is a simple and honest man in his thirties. He has a kind smile and can make people feel good about him with just a few words.

"Brother Wang Lin, you're welcome. You can come to my handsome Sixiang Palace in the future..."

Xiaoyan's tense face softened slightly, and he felt a lot about the same experience.

"The first transformation of the Demonic God Transformation, the Tiger Roaring Transformation!"

The next moment, a monstrous black light swept away and turned directly into a thousand-foot-high black light tiger that roared down. The angle and force were extremely cunning and vicious.

There are nine Heavenly Demon Transformations, which are the clan martial arts of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan.

"Hahaha, idiot, who wants to get close to you? Didn't you expect that this king is not the peak of the Death Mysterious Realm that touches the Wheel-turning Realm, but the half-step Wheel-turning Realm!"

Wang Lin, whose face was suddenly torn apart, looked ferocious, and his powerful aura had faintly crossed the boundary between the profound realm of life and death and the wheel-turning realm, and was quite solid.

He has been hiding his cultivation until now just for this unexpected opportunity.

"Go to hell!"

The black light tiger tore through the void under its control and suddenly shattered the space.

"Smart old dogs are really annoying..."

Xiaoyan's face suddenly turned cold, and a trace of ferocity and disgust slowly appeared on his dark face. He raised his hand and punched out with an extremely powerful punch.

"White Tiger Broken Star Guide, White Tiger Broken Army Fist!"

The roar of the tiger resounded throughout the world, and a huge white tiger that could not be seen at a glance jumped out of the river of time. With endless killing and cruelty, it suddenly swung its claws down, and the dark The spatial cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

The White Tiger Broken Star Mirror is the martial arts of the White Tiger Palace of the Four Symbols Xuanzong.

"boom!!!"

A huge tiger claw that covered the sky suddenly grabbed hold of the thousand-foot-long light tiger without any suspense, and then stamped hard on Wang Lin's chest, like a falling comet. It was smashed into a nearby mountain, and it was unknown whether he would live or die.

"Trash will always be trash."

Xiaoyan, who put down his arm, shook his head indifferently and turned to look at the referee who had already been stunned: "Referee, it's time to announce the result."

"Yes, yes, announce the result, announce the result of the competition."

The referee, whose strength was at the level of the Death Mysterious Realm, seemed to have woken up from a dream. He hurriedly announced: "Lin Yan versus Wang Lin, Lin Yan wins!"

"Hmph, it's embarrassing."

The Great Elder of the Demonic Tiger Clan frowned slightly, and with a wave of his arm, two strong men immediately flew out, lifted out Wang Lin, who was buried deep in the mountain, and passed out like a dead dog, and quickly sent him down.