After Bibidong walked out with four people, all the people present in the Spirit Hall knelt on one knee to show respect.

However, Tang San and the others did not kneel down.

Of course, Wang Feng did not kneel down. In such a place, it is actually a disrespect in theory, but there is no rule that he must kneel down.

Just like people from the Xingluo Empire, when they see the emperor of the Tiandou Empire, they are not subject to the control of the Tiandou Empire, so they naturally don’t have to kneel down.

Seeing this, the Cardinal behind him was angry and was about to get angry.

But he was stopped by Bibidong.

Her eyes first swept over the Shreks and then quickly landed on Tang San.

Tang San is a master's disciple. Bibi Dong knew it clearly, so he naturally saw who Tang San was at the first time.

Although she was just scrutinizing, there was a special majesty in her eyes, and the seven people dared not look at her. Only when Tang San's eyes were running, could she barely look at Bibidong.

Wang Feng looked at all this quietly. Bibi Dong was almost fifty in terms of age, and had rich experience. He had been in charge of the Spirit Hall for so many years. He was so powerful that he was not angry. With the strength of her hidden titled Douluo, let alone the Soul Sect of more than 40 levels, even the Soul Emperor of more than 60 levels dared not look at her.

Wang Feng sometimes thinks that the identity of a master is a very different from that of Bibidong. How did they fall in love back then?

However, thinking about Bibidong's vision back then, he should not value a person's strength, but also a person's abilities in all aspects.

Although the master was rubbish in the martial arts soul, the upper limit was very low. However, his intelligence was one by one, and in comparison, he could naturally attract others.

Bibidong is like this, and Liu Erlong is like this.

Moreover, in the original work, without the master's teaching, I'm afraid I don't know how many times the path of Tang San would be difficult to walk. The Shrek Seven Monsters would not exist.

Bibidong looked at Tang San for a while, his eyes could not see any change, but he nodded slightly. The calm voice could not hear any traces of time, only round pearls and jade and extremely majestic:

"It's good that you are better than your teacher, you're not inferior to him."

Many people were extremely surprised when they heard this. Even the people from the Wuhun Hall were the same.

After all, there were almost no one who knew Bibidong’s relationship with the master.

Except for Wang Feng.

Tang San just replied in a humble and unrestrained manner: "His Majesty the Pope praises me, and there is still a big gap between me and the teacher."

Although it is a humble word, many people obviously don't think so.

Bibidong didn't say anything more. She was patrolling between Shrek and others, as if she was looking for another person, but she didn't find it.

So I won't watch more.

Tang San thought to himself that it seemed that the Pope was very clear about their information. He should have been looking for Brother Feng just now, but unfortunately, Brother Feng didn't come today. Thinking of this, Tang San felt quite regretful.

Although the master said that Brother Feng could not play in the finals, he could only rely on themselves.

But it's good to watch the game anyway.

Only last night, Wang Feng came over to discuss tactics with them and the master. He told them that the Golden Generation is likely to have powerful martial soul fusion skills to make himself careful and to pay attention to Hu Liena.

The rest didn't say anything more.

At this time, Bibidong looked at a figure in another location.

He was wearing a black robe and a white mask, and looked like a lonely guest walking in the shadows, looking mysterious and cold.

"Bold, why don't you take off your mask when you see His Majesty the Pope?"

A cardinal angrily scolded, "How sacred is this place? How can you be so sneaky?"

In an instant, all eyes gathered in this figure.

September 1st!

The master frowned slightly and did not speak.

The few people from the Wuhun Palace team, or the three of the Golden Generation, were also staring at Jiuyikai.

In the hearts of the three of them, according to the analysis of many powerful teachers and masters in the Martial Soul Hall in the first four days, Jiuyikai has been listed as the biggest enemy of the three of them. It can be imagined how curious and valued Jiuyikai in their hearts.

Bibidong also stared at the 91st.

The mask only covers her appearance, but there is no mistake in her eyes. Compared with the purple light flashing in Tang San's eyes, Jiuyi's eyes were extremely calm, like a quiet pool, looking at her without any fluctuations.

Bibidong was a little surprised.

At this time, Wang Feng spoke slowly with a hoarse voice:

"I am too ugly. I am afraid that I will scare His Majesty the Pope. Although His Majesty's eyes are like a torch and does not care about a person's beauty and ugliness, you let me lift it up suddenly. If you scare His Majesty the Pope, wouldn't you have committed a heinous crime?"

Hearing this, the audience was silent.

The Cardinal was so refuted that he couldn't say a word, and his face turned red and pointed at the nine-year-old.

Puff.

Hu Liena from the Golden Generation laughed softly and blinked.

"This nine-year opening is so courageous."

Xie Yue and Yan did not speak, but just looked at Wang Feng seriously.

"Get out."

Bibidong glanced at the cardinal and said slowly, "This is his personal privacy. The competition does not require you to wear a mask, and there is no regulation in my Spirit Hall that forces everyone to show you the front."

Ghost Douluo is a good example, although the identities and strengths of the two are not comparable.

After saying that, Bibidong no longer looked at it, but walked to the high platform of the square and gave a simple speech.

Wang Feng nodded slightly. Although Bibidong was a villain in the original work, as the pope of the Spirit Hall, his words really made people feel like spring breeze and did not have any pressure. However, in full view of everyone, she naturally would not do anything to keep the majesty of the pope's identity.

After the speech, Bibidong waved his scepter in his hand.

Four soul bones floated directly in the air.

Wang Feng glanced at it and found that the highest soul bones were only about 50,000 years old, which was not bad.

But Wang Feng really doesn't like him very much.

A skull that is 50,000 years old is a skull. In addition, there is one piece of the left and right hands and one leg bone.

They are all soul bones that are more than ten thousand years old.

"Among these four soul bones, the skull is the wisdom skull of spirit condensed, the right arm that explodes and burns, the left arm that gravels move mountains, and the left leg that only chases the wind at a rapid speed. They are all soul bones that are more than ten thousand years old, and the wisdom skull is more than fifty thousand years old."

The person who spoke was Ju Douluo, and introduced it in a delicate voice.

Although his voice made everyone lose goose bumps, it was extremely shocking.

Soul bones over 50,000 years old!

Still a skull!

Among the soul bones, in addition to the soul bones, the most precious ones are the torso and the head!

It is conceivable!

"There is only one champion in the competition, and the rewards are only part of the champion team."

Bibi Dong glanced at the fifteen people, "This morning, you will play an individual competition. Standing in the last team, you will directly get the quota to enter the finals, and the remaining two teams will have a team battle in the afternoon to compete for another quota to the finals."

"Now, you can send players to the field and prepare to start."
Chapter completed!