In front of the ancient martyrs, they were inferior bloodlines, or to put it harshly, trash bloodlines. Xia

Yi Mao still looked indifferent and walked to the place where his talent was displayed.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and said: "Please start your performance."

Xia Yimao moved slightly, his horse's steps sank, his breath wandered to his Dantian, his eyes suddenly stared, and the light on his head suddenly shone.

That bunch of loose hair suddenly stood up to the sky.

Transform into a sky-rocketing hairstyle.

This caused everyone to laugh again.

Yes... next

No one could laugh for a second.

I saw Xia Yimao flip over violently, and his head hit the ground heavily. Then he flipped over violently, and a deep hole appeared on the thick granite floor.

It's that bunch of hair that caused the thorns.

Even as he writhed, there were deep holes one after another on the ground, and his bunch of hair was like a drill. Dragon

Fei said lightly, "Diamond hair? That's interesting."

Just one

The elder said solemnly, "Cultivation is not juggling. If you turn over and over again, are you just a monkey?"

Next!" paused

Time. Lord

Elder Chi quickly said: "Unqualified, next one!"

Xia Yimao's eyes darkened, and he walked down weakly. The sky-high hair on his head also loosened up and was scattered all over his head, like a bald head.

Yi Mao combed his hair with his hand, which looked a bit vulgar, and muttered, "I'm just a juggler."

Yang Daodao: "He can be regarded as an ancient expert, but his potential has not been awakened."

"What a pity!"

One after another went down, and one after another came down dejected.

There are many ancient experts among them, but their power is a bit too 'deviated' from their cultivation, and they are very messy.

"Next, Zhao Dahan!"

The sound fell.

Zhao Dahan said excitedly: "It's my turn."

Lin Yuan raised his eyes and moved slightly. Another

Another disciple has already understood it...
Chapter completed!