At this moment, Ye Yun smiled slightly, and then shouted: "Bring Yu Zongtian up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of iron chains was heard on the stage.
In an instant, the whole place fell into silence, and everyone couldn't help but look over.
They all wanted to see how this person, known as one of the four Dharma Kings of the Eternal Life Palace, was in such a state of desolation now!
"Hurry up!" I saw two Wudang disciples escorting Yu Zongtian up.
At this time, how could Yu Zongtian look like a lion king? His hands and feet were locked with heavy iron chains, his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale, his breath was weak, and he was not at all strong.
style,
However, a pair of eyes are somewhat unruly.
Seeing his state, many people looked disappointed, the whole audience booed, and some even whistled.
This is the Golden Lion Dharma King.
Nothing special.
Yu Zongtian ignored the gazes of the people around him. His eyes were fixed on Ye Yun and the masters of the six major sects next to him. He sneered: "You despicable and shameless villains, you still pretend to be a famous and authentic sect? Take advantage of me.
I was unprepared and set up an ambush. A dozen people surrounded me. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
At this time, Yu Zongtian felt unspeakable resentment in his heart. If he could describe it in words, it would be like a tiger falling flat and being bullied by a dog.
After Yu Zongtian finished speaking, the masters of the six sects were a little embarrassed. Indeed, their method of capturing Yu Zongtian alive was indeed disgraceful.
Seeing that they didn't respond, Yu Zongtian couldn't help but laugh up to the sky, with no fear on his face, and shouted: "You have nothing to say? You so-called noble people, don't you want to arrest me because you want the Taixuan Scripture? I tell you
You guys, even if I tear them apart, I won’t let you get what you want! If you want to kill me, I’ll kill you, if you want to cut me, I’ll cut you in pieces. Just frown, I’ve been a useless person all my life!”
Really loud!
Hearing his words, Yue Feng's eyes flickered, he was very touched, and he felt a little admiration. He couldn't tell that Yu Mo's grandfather had such a heroic spirit. Compared with him, these people from the six major sects present had a lot of experience.
So weak!
On the other side, Yu Mo's delicate body trembled and she almost cried. She felt that her heart was broken and her eyes were red.
At this moment, Ye Yun stepped onto the trial stage, quickly stretched out his hand, and sealed Yu Zongtian's mute point.
If he continues to curse, how will the six major sects lose their face?
"Take it down!" Ye Yun said coldly, then walked back to the center of the stage and cleared his throat: "Okay, everyone has seen that this Lion King has a very tough mouth. Who can get the right to deal with him?
I’m just going to watch the competition for a while. Without further ado, let’s start the competition now!”
But then, Ye Yun spoke again: "But I have to say it in advance. This competition is not a competition. When you get to the ring, fists and feet have no eyes, and life and death are determined by fate! If someone unfortunately dies in battle, it is also a normal phenomenon. Greed for life and fear for life
Damn it, don't come! If any of you young people here want to show off your skills, please come up!"
At this time, the whole place was silent. Young disciples from various sects were eager to try! But no one wanted to take the lead.
"I'll go first!"
After a brief silence, a burly young man walked onto the stage. His hair was messy and he looked dirty. He looked like a disciple of the Beggar Clan.
The young man clasped his fists at the people around him and said, "Chen San from the Beggar Clan, who can come up and ask for advice?"
After the words fell, a thin man slowly walked out of the crowd of disciples of the Kunlun Sect. With a slight jump, he landed in front of Chen San. He smiled slightly and said, "Tan Yongsheng of the Kunlun Sect has taught me!"
For a moment, the eyes of everyone around them were focused on the two of them.
Everyone can feel that Tan Yongsheng of the Kunlun Sect is a fourth-level martial artist. But Chen San of the Beggar Clan has a restrained aura and cannot notice it at all.
However, judging from his age, he would not be older than a military commander.
Chen San smiled slightly and looked Tan Yongsheng up and down: "No need to talk nonsense, I can give you a move first, I won't fight back."