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"Reporting to Martial Granduncle, disciple …" this disciple has indeed only used two bottles! "

Ye Chen did not dare to hide anything. He looked at Martial Granduncle and seemed to be really angry. He lowered his head to the ground and did not dare to raise his head.

"You little bastard, a Royal Grade Talent that's like dog fart dares to make a fool of yourself!"

Du Shaomu cursed loudly and got up angrily. He grabbed the rusted sword in Yun Qianhao's hand and viciously swung it at Liu Tie.

"Little bastard, today I will cripple you and kill you!"

"Pipa …"

"Bullshit Royal Grade Talent, you still dare to call me Martial Granduncle? My face has been completely thrown away by you, little bastard!"

"Crack!"

"If I had known earlier, I would have directly beaten you to death when we were at Fengling City back then.

Du Shaomu cursed as the rusted sword fell down mercilessly.

Ye Chen's entire body trembled from the force of the slap. The clothes on his body was also ripped apart, revealing his skin. The sword marks were clearly visible. The red and swollen marks intersected, making Ye Chen's heart jump in fear.

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and didn't dare to make a sound as he felt Martial Granduncle was truly angry.

However, the entire audience was shocked. Ye Chen was such an absolute genius, yet at this moment, he was madly slapped by a youngster who was around the same age as him. It was too miserable that he didn't even dare to make a sound.

What was even more shocking was that the Royal Grade Talent, what kind of peerless genius was this? In the mouth of that young man, it was like dog shit.

Is there anyone who would brag like that?

If the Royal Grade Talent were to become bullsh * t, then wouldn't they be allowing others to live?!

Especially the group of Heavenly Martial Sect disciples and the disciples who just passed the examination, they were shocked to see Ye Chen getting beaten up so badly.

However, their faces all looked even more unsightly. If the Royal Grade Talent were to become dog fart, then they would become dog fart.

Protector Pei was also stunned. Ye Chen was obviously willing to be slapped without even making a sound.

What made Protector Pei even more shocked was that the Royal Grade Talent in Du Shaomu's mouth, the mouth of a fifteen-year-old youth, actually turned out to be worse than bullsh * t.

"This is too much! Who is that young man?"

"He is Du Shaomu, Lee Ling'er's husband!"

"Rumor has it that Du Shaomu is still Pill King Fu Guangtinng and Ye Mingchao's Martial Uncle!"

Amidst the astonishment of the entire stadium, Du Shaomu's name also spread like a storm.

Very soon, everyone knew that the young man sitting on the back of the horse was actually of such background.

"Ye Chen is sixteen years old, Royal Grade Talent. I saw that Du Shaomu was obviously jealous of Ye Chen, so he found an excuse. With Martial Granduncle's identity, he wanted to beat Ye Chen up!"

"I think so too, that Du Shaomu is about the same size as Ye Chen. Seeing that Ye Chen is a Royal Grade Talent, he must be jealous!"

Very quickly, there were people in the crowd who could not bear to watch any longer and began to speak like this.

It must be because Du Shaomu was jealous of Ye Chen's talent that he got the chance to crazily beat Ye Chen up.

In terms of Battlestage, Lee Changkong and Sikong Lann could no longer bear to continue watching.

Du Shaomu, this brat, is too arrogant. He dares to say that Royal Grade Talent is bullshit, is he trying to anger the masses?

Amongst the people present today, there were still a few Royal Grade Talent s.

Ye Chen is already a Royal Grade Talent, what kind of peerless genius is he?

Within the Eastern Sea Region, Zhuge Yue and the others who knew Du Shaomu felt helpless.

Yuv Loongquan's face turned even more ashen. Du Shaomu's word for a Royal Grade Talent was like dog shit.

He's also a Royal Grade Talent, isn't that equivalent to scolding him, Yuv Loongquan, as a piece of sh * t?

Below the platform, those who had been crying tears of joy and crying from excitement, the old man of the Ye family and the experts of the Ye family, saw Ye Chen being beaten so badly and felt their heartache, as if their hearts were about to break.

But these Ye Family elders and strong people knew, that Du Shaomu was Martial Granduncle of Ye Chen.

Besides, Ye Chen's father, Ye Mingchao, was beside them. No matter how heartbroken they were, they did not dare to say anything.

"Martial Uncle, are you tired? Why don't I slap this little bastard to death!"

At this moment, on the Battlestage, Ye Mingchao, who was happily dancing in joy for his son just a moment ago, seemed to have turned into another person. His face was full of anger, afraid that Du Shaomu would be tired, and he was so angry that he wanted to slap Ye Chen to death.

This bastard, Ye Chen, did not know how to cherish the benefits Martial Uncle gave him. How could Ye Mingchao not be angry at this moment?

Du Shaomu slapped him dozens of times and seemed to have vented his anger. Finally, he slapped Ye Chen's body and threw the rusted sword into Yun Qianhao's arms.

"Will it work if you smoke like me?"

Du Shaomu glared at Ye Mingchao. Seemingly venting his anger, he sat back down on his horse with his broadsword held horizontally in front of him.

Only then did Ye Chen dare to stand up. His entire body was in a miserable state. Although there was no blood, his clothes were tattered, and his entire body was red and swollen.

"Whooosh."

Looking at this scene, the Heavenly Martial Sect disciples and the young boys and girls who had passed or not passed the examination, couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air.

If Ye Chen's Royal Grade Talent was whipped like this, then if they were the grandteacher of Du Shaomu, then they would be whipped to death.

"Sorry, Martial Granduncle."

Ye Chen stood up and bowed again without any resentment.

This was his own fault. Martial Granduncle had placed great expectations on him. He had failed Martial Granduncle.

"Bullshit! What are you kneeling for? Men have gold under their knees. Don't kneel for me in the future. Hurry up and take the test again, go!"

Du Shaomu seemed to still have some anger left as he kicked Ye Mingchao's shoulder out of anger.

With this kick, a wave of unbiased strength brought Ye Chen to the stone table where the Elemental Crystal Raw Stone was.

Ye Chen stood up, and did not dare to disobey Martial Granduncle's words, as he looked at the Heavenly Martial Sect deacon in charge of the assessment.

The Heavenly Martial Sect deacon in charge of the exam seemed to not have recovered from the shock from the previous scene. Seeing that Ye Chen still wanted to take the test again, there was no such rule.

Protector Pei's eyes rippled. Everything just now seemed to be a farce, but it somehow made her feel that something was amiss. She nodded towards deacon, who was in charge of the assessment.

"I should take the examination once more!"

deacon could only show sympathy towards Ye Chen after he received the signal.

Royal Grade Talent was already destined to be a direct disciple of the Heavenly Martial Sect.0

To be beaten up by a young man about the same age, using Martial Granduncle's identity as a commoner, it was a humiliation.

Many people did not understand why Ye Chen had to take the test again.

There was no mistake in this kind of test at all. Furthermore, the results of the first one had already been determined. There was no way to change it.

Very quickly, Ye Chen began the re-examination. He dripped a drop of Blood Essence onto the Elemental Crystal Raw Stone and closed his eyes.

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