He did not look in the direction of Ye Buddha Tu, but turned around.

He was extremely embarrassed, but said with a fiery heart: "From the beginning to the end, I have never won. I only live in my own fantasy."

His mood stabilized and he became very calm. This was his initial appearance.

"In the first round, because of bribery and incitement, I took advantage. In the second round, I performed the worst but got a good score. In the third round, without cheating, I failed miserably. This way How can I be qualified to be the Holy Martial Emperor?"

After saying this, everyone started making noises.

Ye Futu's eyes shrank, and a chill spread all over his body. The Lord of Hanwu Hall next to him was trembling.

"This guy has lost his mind. I'm going to catch him."

The master of the Hanwu Palace hesitated and announced: "The selection of the Holy Martial Emperor is over. Although Long Chen won the last battle, because the total score was not as good as Yang Chen, the Holy Martial Emperor is the little Martial God Yang Chen. Let us cheer, Yang Chen, come here quickly."

The master of Hanwu Palace threatened.

"No." Yang Chen decisively refused.

This was the first time in his life that he spoke to Ye Futu and the others in such a firm tone.
Chapter completed!