Douluo: I was overheard by Bibi Dong as a salted fish

Chapter 233 There have been a lot of beauty troubles since ancient times!

heard,

Ye Qi'an raised his eyes to look at Hu Liena on the viewing platform, and felt doubts in his heart, "Hu Liena has followed me since I was seven or eight years old, and Yan doesn't have many opportunities to contact her?"

"This...isn't it unbearable to lose?"

"Yeah! It's very likely that I can't afford to lose!"

"This is called Yan, I'm afraid he also wants to win the soul master competition!"

At the time when Ye Qi'an was in doubt, all the audience began to speak out against Yan. Many people thought that Yan could not afford to lose, or Wuhundian could not afford to lose. As for the latter's bad words, no one was present to speak out speak out.

"quiet!"

The white-clothed referee saw that the situation was a little unfavorable to Wuhun Hall, and opened his mouth to warn with his hands behind his back. The voice mixed with soul power pierced the people with many mouths, and the noisy discussion of the audience disappeared in an instant.

"Yan! The soul master contest is over."

The referee in white looked at the young Soul King Yan and knew that he would be the future elder of the Spirit Hall, so he didn't dare to treat him like an ordinary person, instead he shook his head with a smile and reminded, "His Majesty is still waiting to announce What about the winning team?"

Hearing this, Ye Qi'an felt a gaze from the high platform, and then saw Bibi Dong's eyes looking over, as if asking for his opinion.

Under the sun, Bibi Dong was sitting on a high throne, her slender black hair was dyed with radiant colors, she looked like a fairy bathing in the sun, elegant and majestic, and at the same time her figure was admirable.

After a word from the referee, Dai Mubai and the others thought that Yan would just step down, but they didn't know that the power of a beauty's calamity was far from complete.

"Your Majesty, I want to challenge Sui Yi'an, the captain of Team Sky, not because I can't afford to lose, but because I want to fight against the strong! Please grant it!"

Turning around, I saw Yan's whole body facing the high platform where Bibi Dong was sitting, clenched his fists and slightly raised his hands, kneeling on the ground with one leg and begging, "I hope His Majesty the Pope will give me a chance to meet the strong man." world!"

"What?"

The corners of Dugu Yandu's mouth were unhappy, looking at Yan who was still pestering, he complained displeasedly on his face, "Didn't they all say they were going to announce the winning team? Why is he still pestering?"

"Can!"

The word passed on the high platform, and the audience couldn't help being stunned. Ye Qi'an's businessman Bibi Dong looked in his eyes, and smiled slightly without anger, but looked at each other with a smile. He looked back at Yan, shook his head and said, "Yan , your current state of soul power is far inferior to mine, are you sure?"

One thing more is worse than one thing less. Ye Qi'an doesn't want to fight him at all now. On the contrary, Bibi Dong sat gracefully on the throne just now, as if it had become a beautiful picture scroll, engraved in his mind. Want to end it hastily.

"Then don't rely on realm, just rely on your own strength, how about it?"

Yan got up and looked at Ye Qi'an, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and even had four or five points of extraordinary grievances in it. After hearing Ye Qi'an's question, he firmly believed in the idea of ​​fighting , "Sui Yi'an, as the captain of the champion of the soul master competition, dare to fight?"

This time, even Ye Qi'an, who didn't want to fight, frowned and looked at Yan with displeasure, and said angrily: "Yan, if I don't fight, it doesn't mean you can be my opponent. You should be lucky It's Yan!"

After speaking, he turned back to the standby seat in the fighting spirit field, turned around and looked at the standby seat, the referee looked at Yan who seemed to be dazzled by the impulse, shook his head and sighed: "Start!"

As soon as it fell, Ye Qi'an was not in a hurry to strike first, but Yan, who was a soul master of the assault system, came with big strides, and the force of the few steps leaped and trampled, as if the floor under his feet was cracked like a spider.

"Ye... Soul power fighting soul is not your opponent, but I will fight with you in terms of strength!"

Yan looked at Shangye Qi'an with a somewhat calm look, and he couldn't bear the suppressed anger in his heart. At the same time, he knew very well that he was not an opponent in terms of soul power, so he didn't think that strength would not be an opponent.

He punched fiercely, Ye Qian'an's feet bent into a bow shape, and the light of his right fist flickered for a few moments, and then he watched Yan's fist hit fiercely.

"Holy Brake Fist!"

The fist wrapped in light blasted towards him, and Yan was shocked in his heart, but it was too late to get away at this time, and before he could think about it, Yan felt a sharp pain in his hand.

The huge force pushed Yan Hongfei back dozens of steps, this was already Ye Qi'an's keeping his hand because he saw that Yan was a member of the Wuhun Palace, otherwise a punch with all his strength might directly cripple his hand.

Yan tightly grasped the stabbing arm of his right hand, cold sweat poured out of his thick face, but he frowned a few times, his clenched front teeth creaked, and he cried out in his heart. "How can he be so powerful?"

"Did you see the light on Captain Sui Yi'an's fist just now?"

"Didn't it say that you can't use soul power?"

There are many attentive audiences who saw the light wrapped in Ye Qi'an's fist, and their hearts became curious. Some even thought it was the effect of using soul skills, but in the next moment, they heard a person standing on the viewing platform explaining up.

"I didn't expect this guy to create his own soul skills. The hateful Sui Yi'an would create his own soul skills, and even came to poach my Gale 36 consecutive cuts. It's inappropriate..."

Feng Xiaotian, who came to watch the battle, bit his teeth together viciously. Looking at the light on Ye Qi'an's fist, he instantly understood that Shengshaquan was a self-created soul skill, but he couldn't help but think of his 36 consecutive slashes of the blast, Immediately he said with a little displeasure, if Huo Wu was not by his side, Feng Xiaotian would have spoken ill at each other.

"what?"

"Captain Sui Yi'an will also create his own soul skills!"

"Others can suppress five or six people from the Wuhun Academy by themselves, and even the captain of the Shenfeng Academy can create their own soul skills. Why can't Captain Yi An create their own soul skills?"

After hearing Feng Xiaotian's explanation, many spectators who belonged to Ye Qi'an's fans couldn't help but compare Feng Xiaotian, but they attracted the approval of others.

"kao!"

Even Feng Xiaotian, who has always had a good temper, couldn't help but slap the railing and swear after hearing the discussion behind him watching the battle, and even Huo Wu on one side turned around to teach those gossiping people a lesson or two, but Stopped by him, "Forget it, they are right!"

Thinking about it, Feng Xiaotian also slapped his head, suddenly felt that those talkative audiences were speaking a little bit of reason, so he stopped Huo Wu who was bursting into anger, and continued to watch the situation in the spirit fighting arena.

"Yan, the power of Shengshaquan will increase with my strength, are you sure you want to fight again?"

Seeing that Yan is a student of the Wuhun Academy, Ye Qi'an is not going to kill him. After all, Yan has the potential to become a titled Douluo, and maybe he can contribute to the Wuhun Hall in the future. After thinking of these reasons, he reminded him again He said, "If you still want to fight, then I will take you seriously?"

(End of this chapter)