"When someone surnamed Bei comes later, we will give him a warning!" Zhou Xiaolin, the Black Tiger Heavenly Venerable, Yang Donghai, and the Silver Rat Heavenly Venerable, Fan Wuya, and others passed the message to each other. Zhou Xiaolin said with a dark face: "No one shouted the slogan of 'The Holy Sect of Light is the people', and see what he can do to us!"

"Old Zhou is talking about a foreigner, a naughty child who is still a stinky and wants to ride on us as a tycoon?" Yang Donghai, who is born with yellow hair, sneered: "It's not that easy!"

"This is not very good..." Fan Wuya's eyes rolled around: "If Master Wei blames him..."

"You're so scared! He killed Zhang Qingyu's butt-selling man, which made Master Wei so angry that he went into seclusion indefinitely. Do you think Master Wei would leave him for seclusion?" Although he was the four great heavenly lords, Yang Donghai was not polite to Fan Wuya at all: "If Master Wei really supports him, we must have nothing to say! But now even Master Wei doesn't miss him, what else do you have to be afraid of?"

"That's right..." Fan Wuya lowered her head and thought for a while. Seeing his cowardly look, Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai both looked at each other and sneered.

Perhaps because everyone has different camps, or perhaps because they judge people by their appearance, or perhaps because Fan Wuya is always timid, or perhaps because Fan Wuya is a thief...

In short, Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai both looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts, no, they didn’t even look down on their belly button!

The three great heavenly lords unified their opinions, and Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai sent messages to the nine saints. Suddenly, they all felt something and looked at the throne of the sun and the moon, but they saw that Bei Long had appeared there at some point, and none of the people present noticed it in advance!

Zhou Xiaolin, Yang Donghai and the others were all shocked. In the past, Wei Chunfeng always appeared silently...

It's scary!

At this moment, I don’t know who was behind them suddenly shouted loudly: “The Holy Church of Light——”

Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai were completely reflexive and wanted to shout with each other. Fortunately, they reacted in time and stopped the horse, but several of the nine saints had already shouted without help. Even Fan Wuya, who was standing in the same row with them, shouted loudly: "I am the common people! Leader..."

"Stop!" Bei Long raised his hand with a smile, and everyone subconsciously stopped and looked at each other:

Who was the first to shout? Wait a minute, it seems that something is wrong, when did we get a two-meter strong man?

Everyone subconsciously raised their gaze and raised them again and finally saw Victor's fierce face.

Too despicable! Too shameless!

Everyone was silently asking the sky at this moment. Who would have thought that a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Victor would be a fool?

Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai stared at Fan Wuya with dissatisfaction: It’s fine if they are young, why would you shout with them?

Fan Wuya smiled so stingyly, and sent a message to Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai were also drunk, but they also knew that the power of habit was huge. You should know that the slogan just now was shouted by the Ming Cult since childhood. Not to mention the old fried dough sticks like Fan Wuya who were fifty or sixty years old, even the nine saints have been shouting for at least ten or twenty years. It is normal to shout it habitually when someone takes the lead. Even they almost couldn't help it...

The man surnamed Bei is so scheming! Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai looked at each other and asked Victor to lead the rhythm first. When the shouting people realized that they shouldn't have called, he raised his hand and stopped - scheming boy!

This guy is not easy to deal with! Zhou Xiaolin looked dark and winked at Yang Donghai, and then sent a message to the nine saints: "Forget it this time, don't blame me for being rude to him next time! Also, no matter what the boy named Bei says later, no one among us is allowed to respond!"

"I want to say three things today," Bei Long glanced at Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai with a smile: "The first thing is to start from now on, don't shout the slogans you just shouted just now - is anyone objecting?"

The nine saints all looked confused: No, should we respond or object to this matter?

Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai were also shocked: No, why didn’t this kid play according to the routine?

"Very good, everyone passes!" Beilong nodded with satisfaction: "The next thing is that the vacancy of the four great heavenly priests will be filled by General Victor, the commander-in-chief of the Far East Military Region who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. He is called the White Wolf Heavenly priest!

"Is anyone objecting?"

Zhou Xiaolin and Yang Donghai turned around intentionally or unintentionally and glanced at the nine saints. Several people immediately raised their hands among the nine saints:

"I object!"

Beilong could not remember the names of those people. Fortunately, the white cloak they were wearing the Ming Cult's Holy Fire Badge on their chests, and the holy fire badges were carved on the stars they represented, so Beilong could tell at a glance that the four holy sons who raised their hands were Tianlang, Lian Zhen, Zuo Fu and Youbi.

"The objection is effective!" Bei Long nodded: "Come on, whoever you can beat him is the New Heavenly Lord!"

Cooperating with Belong's words, Victor's throat roared "hululululululululululu" in his throat, his eyes quickly crawled with red bloodshots, and his bones all over his body made a sound of "Kerala". His hair gradually became black, thick and long, as if he would turn into a bloodthirsty werewolf if he had a disagreement!

Red-eyed beads!

This is a wolf general whose strength is equivalent to a master!

The four saints of Tianlang, Lian Zhen, Zuo Fu and Youbi silently put down their hands: I'm sorry, I'm disturbing...

"Don't be polite, everyone!" Bei Long said with a smile: "The principle of employing people is to be able to go up, the average person gives in, and the mediocre person is to go down! Today, I will leave my words here. No matter who it is, I can beat him, and I will be the New Heavenly Lord!"

The nine saints were silent. Yang Donghai frowned and said, "Master, this is not a question of whether he can..."

"Yang Tianzun is right!" Bei Long immediately interrupted him unreasonably: "This is not a question of whether he can do it! I will correct it. You can challenge the four great gods, and you can challenge at any time. The position of your nine great saints also has to face the challenges of the following people. In short, it is just four words-

"You can do it!"

Yang Donghai was also silent: I can't afford to offend me, I can't afford to offend me...

You talk too much! Zhou Xiaolin's face became even darker. They were able to be the four great masters not only because they were all masters, but more importantly, they were all masters after they had passed down the Ming Cult for dozens of generations. In fact, there were millions of Ming Cults, and they dare not say that there were dozens of masters. If they all came to challenge them...
Chapter completed!