Gourd of Douluo

As soon as the cardinal finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi, who was sitting in front of the Pope's palace, immediately stood up.

Seeing his beloved daughter in such miserable condition, he was already impatient.

He raised his right hand slightly, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda quietly appeared in front of him with its radiant light.

Ning Fengzhi shouted softly, and saw the pagoda floating out of his hand, instantly magnifying in the air. In an instant, the entire front of the Pope's Palace suddenly glowed with treasure.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pagoda ten meters high, floating in mid-air.

Sword Douluo stood quietly beside Ning Fengzhi, his tall body blocking the kind and evil eyes around him.

A beam of light suddenly shot out from the sixth floor of the pagoda, shining directly on everyone in Shrek.

This is Ning Fengzhi's sixth soul skill: "Healing."

The light of recovery enveloped everyone, and the injuries on their bodies began to recover. Even the internal organs in the body that had been severely shocked were healing rapidly.

Wow!

Everyone vomited out a mouthful of blood, and their pale faces turned rosy to the naked eye.

After a while, Tang San woke up from his coma, his slightly confused eyes swept across the silent auditorium, then looked at the colorful light that enveloped everyone, and murmured: "What's the situation now, we win?" Yet?"

His memory only stayed at the moment when he swung the Clear Sky Hammer. As for the Eight Spider Spears later, his body instinctively sensed the danger and passively released it.

"We win, we are champions!"

Before Xiao Wu had time to answer, the excited Oscar on the side rushed to speak.

"Really? That's good."

After searching for memories in his head, Tang San held on to his stinging head. It seemed that he had been affected by the Clear Sky Hammer at that time, but luckily it didn't lead to a big mistake in the end.

Ning Fengzhi saw that everyone's injuries were almost recovered. With a wave of his right hand, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower once again released a ray of light, which was a blue light that represented the increase in soul power.

A surge of soul power suddenly surged out of everyone's dry bodies, and they quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, urging the soul power to operate according to their usual practice route.

On the other side, everyone at Wuhundian Academy was taken for treatment by several cardinals.

Flanders, Liu Erlong, Master, and Zhao Wuji all ran down from the audience and surrounded everyone.

Wang Xiaofeng was not injured at all. He turned around in the healing light and came out, and then a big slap fell on his shoulder.

"You guys did a really good job."

Wang Xiaofeng knew it was Zhao Wuji without even hearing his voice, because among all the teachers, he was the only one who had the habit of patting others on the shoulders when he was happy.

Wang Xiaofeng grinned and took a breath: "Teacher Zhao, I am a wounded person, can't you be gentler?"

"I can't help myself, I can't help myself."

Although Zhao Wuji said this, looking at his nonchalant expression, he would definitely do it again next time.

Wang Xiaofeng rubbed his sore shoulders, and his eyes couldn't help but meet the eyes of someone in the audience.

Wang Xiaofeng waved his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Wang Feng smiled, but before he could respond, Su Yuntao on the side shouted: "A Feng, look, the champion is waving to me!"

"Bah, my nephew is obviously waving at me!"

The two of them started arguing without anyone else.

Nidia, who was sitting behind them and two seats away from them, showed a bright smile, waved to Wang Xiaofeng, and then disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

Wang Xiaofeng withdrew his gaze. He had a conversation with Nitya in the morning. There might be a big battle after the game, so he asked her to leave Wuhun City quickly after watching the game to avoid being affected.

With a little soul power in his body, Oscar recited a spell and summoned energetic sausages to distribute to everyone.

After eating the sausage, everyone got rid of the state of collapse. Although they were still a little vain, as long as they didn't take action with others, simple actions were no problem.

Ning Fengzhi withdrew his soul skill, and the Pope nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi said with a graceful smile: "It takes a little effort, but it's nothing worth mentioning."

He was a little confused in his heart, why was the Pope so calm at this time, as if he didn't care about the ownership of the champion.

Doesn't she care about the declining reputation of Wuhun Palace and the three precious soul bones?

At this time, in the square, except for the Pope, the titled Douluo behind him, and the various bishops, the rest of the audience had already left.

Bibi Dong walked forward with a calm expression: "The final winner of the Fourth Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is Shrek Academy. Congratulations."

Everyone in Shrek held their heads high, there was nothing more exciting than standing on the opponent's home court and winning the championship.

Bibi Dong waved her hand gently, and the red brocade plate holding the three soul bones suddenly floated, "Please send a representative from Shrek Academy up."

As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking, Wang Xiaofeng felt a push from behind pushing him out of the team.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the laughing crowd and pointed at himself with some confusion: "Me?"

"Who will do it if you don't do it?"

"Brother Feng, hurry up and get the soul bone."

Everyone knew very well how many times Wang Xiaofeng had wiped their butts in these days of competition, and it was his wish to receive the reward on behalf of Shrek.

Wang Xiaofeng shrugged. He couldn't understand this feeling at all. It was just an award. Wouldn't it be the same for everyone?

In this way, Wang Xiaofeng walked up to the Pope's Palace step by step and came to Bibi Dong in front of dozens of envious eyes.

Bibi Dong waved her hand gently, and the brocade plate containing the soul bones suddenly floated in front of Wang Xiaofeng.

"I have been in office for so many years, and your strength and talent are undoubtedly at the forefront." A rare smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face, "Are you interested in joining the Spirit Hall? I can give you the same treatment as Hu Liena."

Bibi Dong has been in charge of Wuhun Palace for so many years and has seen countless geniuses. This sentence is undoubtedly the greatest praise for any soul master.

Although it is not clear what kind of treatment Hu Liena enjoys in Wuhun Palace, several titled Douluo behind Bibi Dong all showed surprised expressions, indicating that this treatment is definitely extraordinary.

But what was even more surprising was that Wang Xiaofeng refused without thinking.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Pope. I promised my uncle that I would go back to take over his class after graduating from school. Moreover, the conditions you gave me, the Pope, are too good, so I can't accept it."

Wang Xiaofeng's identity has long been no secret in the eyes of everyone present. Everyone knows that he has an uncle who serves as the deputy hall master of a martial arts branch in a small city.

Seeing that Wang Xiaofeng was so knowledgeable, the cardinals around him all showed happy smiles and nodded secretly: This kid is quite self-aware.

The positions in Wuhun Palace are fixed, and they don't want one more person to step in.

On the field, only Bibi Dong understood the hidden meaning of Wang Xiaofeng's words.

What he wants to join is the Wuhun Temple that seeks benefits for the common people and is neutral and peaceful, not the Wuhun Temple with wolfish ambitions in her hands.

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered with unknown light: "That's really a pity."

Wang Xiaofeng caught the brocade plate suspended in mid-air, said nothing, and walked towards the team with three soul bones.

But just halfway through, I heard Bibi Dong's cold voice coming from behind: "The elders listen to the order and take down Tang San, the son of the sinner!"

Countless Templar Knights suddenly surrounded the square, and powerful soul power rose from their bodies. Each one of them was a soul master of no less than level 40.

Wang Xiaofeng took three steps and then two, quickly ran back to the team, and formed a circular defensive formation with everyone.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and said in a deep voice: "His Majesty the Pope, what does this mean?!"

"You Qibao Glazed Sect, please mind your own business. This is our Wuhun Palace's own business." Bibi Dong glanced at Ning Fengzhi expressionlessly. The shocking aura made him take a few steps back until Sword Douluo Stand in front of him.

"Except for Tang San, everyone else can leave."

Ning Fengzhi's expression changed. The Pope had undoubtedly figured out his weakness.

First, he reminded him that his family had a great cause and that he should think clearly before taking action. Then he said that only Tang San would be held accountable, and Ning Rongrong would not be involved.

Ning Fengzhi thought for a while, and finally could only remain silent.

There are as many as six titled Douluo on the surface. Even if Dugu Bo is hidden in the dark and Haotian is unknown, there is no chance of winning three against five.

"I'm sorry Rongrong, it's not that dad doesn't want to save Tang San, but we really can't put the future of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect in danger."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi giving in, Bibi Dong sneered and waved lightly, and the cardinals in front of her immediately rushed towards Tang San.

"Boy, come with me quickly!"

Dugu Bo quietly appeared in the team, and no one had time to react before Tang San was picked up by Dugu Bo.

The seventh soul ring symbolizing the true form of the martial spirit shone brightly on him. Unfortunately, as soon as Dugu Bo's true form of the Jade Lin Snake Emperor was revealed, a cold snort suddenly sounded.

I saw nine soul rings slowly rising from Bibi Dong's body. The last one hundred thousand year soul ring exuded a strange light. With only the pressure of soul power, it only took an instant to suppress Dugu Bo, who was using his martial soul avatar. move.

The strength of this pope is far beyond everyone’s imagination!

Sword Douluo's fierce sword energy rose up from his body to protect Ning Fengzhi behind him.

Although Bibi Dong's main target of attack was Dugu Bo, the rest of Shrek was too close and could not help but be affected. Just a little leaked breath made them lie on the ground, unable to stand upright.

"Is this the oppression of a hundred thousand year soul ring? No wonder it is called the treasure that all soul masters dream of."

Wang Xiaofeng struggled to resist the suppressed soul power on his body. Although he was recovering from his injury and could not display his abilities, he could still feel the horror in it!

The gourd vine in the sea of ​​consciousness swayed gently, relieving the mental pressure brought by Bibi Dong.

That's right, a hundred thousand year soul ring brings not only soul power oppression, but also mental suppression.

After suppressing everyone in Shrek and Dugu Bo unable to move, Bibi Dong waved his scepter, and Ghost Douluo, Ju Douluo and two unknown titled Douluo behind him immediately rushed towards Tang San.

The speed of the Titled Douluo was unimaginable. In just the blink of an eye, he covered a distance of several hundred meters.

Wang Xiaofeng could even clearly see the complex patterns surrounding the nine dazzling soul rings on their bodies.

"You dare to hurt my son? Get out of here!"

The calm tone contained unimaginable domineering power, causing everyone present to involuntarily tremble.

"finally come!"

The same thought flashed through everyone's mind.

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