Chapter 90 The Good Show Begins

Ye Xiong and the others' eyes sank, they knew that Ye Xuan did this for them!

"Ye Xuan, let me make you proud, and soon you will lose it." Ye Xiong thought to himself, and smiled coldly, the position of Patriarch will soon be his, and Ye Xuan will not be arrogant for a while.

boom!

The Fourth Elder's face was ashen, and he was directly oppressed and fell back on the chair. His heart was so angry that he squeezed the armrest with one hand in an instant.

"Hmph!" Ye Xuan snorted indifferently, if he can't even fight for a little bit of rights for his son, what's the use of having him as the Patriarch.

"Shuang'er, sit down, as long as I am the head of the Tiantian, I will see who dares to say no." Ye Xuan shouted to Ye Wushuang, with a firm tone in his tone. If anyone dares to say no today, he will definitely say no. Don't give up!

However, at the same time as Ye Xuan's voice fell, a voice suddenly sounded, "Patriarch, if someone else sits, my father is indeed not qualified to say no, but he is different. I am not convinced if he sits."

Accompanied by the sound of speaking, a boy in black walked onto the high platform.

This young man is called Ye Mu, the son of the Fourth Elder, and he is at the fifth level of Cyclone!

"Ye Mu, you are too presumptuous!" Seeing Ye Mu provoke her father, Ye Rou also became angry, and a layer of frost was cast on her beautiful eyes.

"Presumptuous?" Ye Mu said with a mocking smile: "This position is the position of the genius of the family. If any trash can sit on it, it will chill the heart of the genius of the family. I'm just telling the truth. Are you allowed to tell the truth? .”

While talking, Ye Mu had already walked over, looked at Ye Wushuang with contempt, and sat in the seat in front of Ye Wushuang.

This kind of behavior is full of disrespect, provocation, and contempt!

Ye Mu, he doesn't take Ye Wushuang seriously, nor does he take Ye Xuan, the head of the family, seriously.

A child of a family, in front of everyone, does not pay attention to the head of the family. Ye Wushuang can hardly imagine that his father, the head of the family, exists in name only to such an extent.

He was completely angry, his heart was extremely cold, and he put a hand on Ye Mu's shoulder suddenly.

Seeing this, Ye Mu stopped his movements, stared at Ye Wushuang sharply, "This seat is for a genius, you are a waste, you don't deserve it!"

"roll!"

Ye Wushuang spit out a word indifferently, and exerted force with his hand, directly pulling Ye Mu's body up, like throwing a sandbag.

With a bang, it was directly pulled away by more than ten meters, and fell to the edge of the high platform, almost falling.

Such a change made it hard for everyone to imagine that Ye Mu was in the fifth level of the cyclone, and he was so easily blown away by Ye Wushuang!

"Ye Wushuang, you are presumptuous!"

Seeing his son being attacked by Ye Wushuang, the fourth elder's face was so gloomy that he dripped water, and immediately burst into a drink.

"I'm presumptuous!" Ye Wushuang turned to stare at the fourth elder, and asked, "Your son Ye Mu doesn't understand the etiquette of elders and children. In front of everyone, you provoke the elders of the Patriarch. Who is presumptuous?"

"You..." The Fourth Elder blushed, with killing intent flickering.

"What are you!" Ye Wushuang became indifferent when he saw the fourth elder's killing intent, and said unceremoniously: "If you have a son, you must have a father. Your son Ye Mu doesn't understand the etiquette of elders and children, but you, The dignified Ye family elders don't understand dignity, and who offends their patriarch again and again, who is presumptuous? What qualifications do you have to say presumptuous?"

Ye Wushuang's words were thorny and extremely sharp, but every word made sense. In the beginning, Ye Mu and his son provoked him. Everyone knew this well, but they didn't stop it, because the fourth elder belonged to Ye Xiong's lineage. A little is enough.

The fourth elder's face turned red, irrefutable.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao glanced at Ye Wushuang with a strange look, and smoothed things over: "Okay, everyone is waiting, and the Clan Association will begin."

"Hmph!" Hearing this, the fourth elder snorted coldly.

Ye Xuan glanced indifferently at the silent Ye Xiong, and said to Ye Wushuang: "Sit down!"

Ye Wushuang nodded and sat down.

"Damn trash, when you play later, I will definitely abolish you." Ye Mu got up, his face was gloomy, and he made a fool of himself in public, which made him extremely angry.

"Let's start the clan meeting!" Ye Xuan glanced down and saw that the crowd was all there. There were about a hundred of them, all of whom were well-qualified children. If they gathered together and cultivated them, why would the Ye family not rise up.

However, in order to fight for power and power, Ye Xiong and others scattered the hearts of the family and wasted these opportunities in vain.

This made Ye Xuan feel a little bitter, but there was nothing he could do.

Seeing the bitterness on his father's face, Ye Wushuang clenched his fists and secretly decided something!

As Ye Xuan announced the start, the people below also became excited.

The clan will be divided into three rounds.

The first round was a melee, with more than one hundred people deciding the top thirty.

This round, all the geniuses on the high platform did not participate. The aura of genius made them stand out from the crowd early, and they didn't need to participate in the melee of self-defeating status.

As for Ye Wushuang, he didn't participate either, but in the eyes of the people below, Ye Wushuang just got lucky, otherwise, they would have wiped Ye Wushuang down in one round.

Those people were very jealous, but they didn't say much, they wanted to pass the first round as soon as possible, so that they could enter the second round and squeeze Ye Wushuang to vent their anger.

Soon, the melee was over, and only thirty people advanced.

The following is the second round.

The rule of the game is that, plus the ten people on the high platform, there are a total of forty people. Each person will receive a serial number, and the odd number and the even number in the serial number will have a duel.

"Second round, start!"

On the martial arts stage, an elder referee immediately shouted: "First round, No. 4 Ye Qing, against No. 11 Ye Yuan!"

Boom!

The referee's voice fell, and two figures immediately flew onto the battle stage. Both of them were in the third level of cyclone. When they met, they collided without saying much.

Ye Qing's cultivation sect is Lieyang Sect, his moves are aggressive and aggressive, while Ye Qing's moves tend to be gentle and changeable, and he is more than capable of attacking.

"Ye Qing's attack is dexterous and changeable. He can use his strength to attack with ease. Ye Yuan blindly attacks, and sooner or later he will be exhausted. He probably will be finished."

Everyone seemed to have seen through the ending and muttered.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves, Ye Yuan was on the verge of exhaustion, Ye Qing took the opportunity to attack, turned from passive to active, and prepared to defeat Ye Yuan.

However, what was surprising was that Ye Yuan, who was originally exhausted, suddenly erupted with a domineering force, directly knocking Ye Qing out of the martial arts arena, and there was a shocking reversal.

"Ye Yuan knew that he was no match for Ye Qing, so he played some clever tricks, which is not bad!" Seeing Ye Yuan's performance, the elders and others on the high platform nodded.

Mortal wisdom?

The corners of Ye Wushuang's mouth curled up. Ye Yuan won because of his cleverness, but because of his precise control of power, he calculated how much power he should keep in order to successfully counterattack. Few people can do it.

"This time, Ye Yuansheng!"

"The next round, No. 3, Ye Wei, against No. 14, Ye Jiang."

The referee announced again.

Immediately, Ye Wei and Ye Jiang stepped onto the battle stage.

"Admit defeat." Staring at Ye Jiang, Ye Wei said contemptuously.

"Whoever loses wins, it's not certain." Ye Jiang was furious, punching the void with a punch, rolling up the violent true energy of the cyclone 2 and bombarding Ye Wei.

"Looking for abuse!" Ye Wei sneered disdainfully, stepped forward with one step, and quickly condensed a big palm, directly blasting Ye Jiang out of the battle platform.

"Trash!" Seeing this, Ye Wei shook his head in disdain, looking like the best in the world, and then turned his head to look at Ye Wushuang on the high platform.

However, Ye Wushuang looked at him with a smile on his face.

That smile reminded Ye Wei of the humiliation of kneeling down in the Ancient Lingzong. Immediately, his face flushed, he put away his No. 1 posture in the world, and walked down the stage dejectedly.