From Douluo marrying the second emperor of ice and snow

In the third round, ten teams had two byes, and the remaining eight teams competed for four places. This was already the highlight, and it was enough to attract the attention of some high-level officials.

Silently, one after another silhouettes appeared on the tallest viewing platforms around.

Among them, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the figure on the high platform directly in front of him.

It was a woman, she was wearing a golden dress inlaid with gemstones of three colors of red, blue and gold, gorgeous and dazzling.

She holds a two-meter-long golden scepter and wears a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, which makes her look so noble and sacred that people can't help but want to worship her.

This person is Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhundian.

She has long pale pink hair hanging over her shoulders, purple pupils, fair skin, and delicate facial features, forming a perfect face.

Noble, elegant, tranquil, and all kinds of beautiful words seem to be tailor-made for this woman. Although she is no longer young, the years have never left any traces on her body.

She is still so beautiful.

At this moment, everything was silent, and all eyes were on that figure.

"See His Holiness, Long Live His Holiness, Long Live His Holiness."

The guarding knights around the spirit fighting arena, the ordinary soul masters watching the game, the bishop of the Wuhun Temple, the teachers and students watching the game either bent down to salute, touched their chests with their right hands, or knelt on one knee, shouting long live the Pope.

Of course, not everyone saluted.

At this time, there are always a few things that stand out from the crowd and are so unique, including Ye Han.

Ye Han was completely stupid, because after seeing the appearance of the Pope, his mind was instantly occupied by some unsuitable images.

Some messy nouns, mixed with some bloody pictures, directly filled his mind.

Looking at the female pope in front of him at this time, Ye Han seemed to see a lively and fragrant ketone body, the red fruit appeared in front of him, tempting people to fall, how could he have half awe, it came from the senses That kind of stimulation made him almost spurt blood.

Maybe it was because his gaze was too hot, or maybe it was the Pope's keen perception, or maybe it was the wonderful telepathy, Bibi Dong discovered this unusual gaze right away.

brush!

The four eyes meet, Miaoman's delicate body trembles undetectably.

There was a light click, and a clear five-fingerprint appeared on the scepter in his hand.

"He, no, died."

Bibi Dong's complexion was as usual, but there was a storm in her heart.

She had known for a long time that there was a 20-year-old young man named Ye Han among the contestants. Originally, she just hated this name and wanted to let this person disappear from this world after the competition was over.

Who would have thought that when she came to watch the game for the first time, she would be given a critical blow, and she would actually see the deity.

"Humph!~"

With a cold snort, the cold killing intent swept across all directions.

Mainly because Ye Han's gaze was too unscrupulous, too fiery, too focused, too...

The undisguised scorching gaze made Bibi Dong feel as if she had been stripped naked, and her nakedness was exposed in front of the other party's eyes.

This made her angry, but also a little scared and flustered.

Although she has been together for more than a year, she always lacks confidence when facing this man, and at the same time, she also has a trace of untraceable embarrassment.

Don't think about it, she also knows what the man is thinking at this time.

"Bold boy, how dare you disrespect the Pope and take them down."

A bishop behind Bibi Dong's right hand saw that His Majesty the Pope was angry, and immediately stepped forward two steps, waved his hand, and gave orders.

Whoa!

The armors of the Wuhun Temple guards collided, and orders and prohibitions were imposed. The spears in their hands instantly pointed at the few people who stood out from the crowd, and they approached slowly with clanging steps and an imposing aura.

"The pope's anger is appeased. Young people are young and energetic. After seeing the pope's demeanor, they lose their etiquette for a while, and hope to forgive their sins. Don't be as knowledgeable as them."

When young people got into trouble, it was natural that the older generation would take the blame. The leading teachers of the various colleges handed over their hands to their students and begged for mercy.

Ye Han slowly looked away, feeling a little puzzled.

There is something wrong with this woman. Although she looks exactly the same as the person in memory, how can there be such a big difference between wearing clothes and not wearing clothes?

Why is such a passionate and unrestrained stunner so indifferent now?

Am I mistaken?

Facing the power of the Pope and the cold spears of the guards, those outstanding young men reluctantly stroked their chests with their right hands and saluted.

"Get up!"

The suffocating murderous aura subsided, and Bibi Dong's cold voice spread throughout the Soul Arena.

As for Ye Han not saluting, she pretended not to see it.

For others, what happened just now was just a small episode, forgotten in an instant, but how could Bibi Dong forget it.

That beautiful pretty face was even colder at this time, and her eyes, which had always been calm and unwavering, frequently appeared turbulent, showing that her heart was not at peace.

"Asshole, since you're here, you stay here!"

"No, you can't go to war. If you kill him like this, what will Xiaoxue do?"

"Will she hate me? And Ye Chen..."

"No, we can't do it right now."

"It can be in the final, but who is his opponent in the final?"

"It's a good thing that Xiaoxue is accepting the Angel God Examination, and I won't know the news here for the time being. Well, if that's the case, then after this competition is over, I will personally send him on the road."

Bibi Dong thought quickly in her mind, and finally made a decision, and her hesitant heart gradually settled down.

The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, the third round of the finals, eight to four, the competition officially started.

"Xiao Han, isn't His Majesty the Pope very beautiful?"

On the Soul Fighting Stage, Tang Yuehua looked at Ye Han and said in a quiet tone.

Ye Han looked in the direction of the Pope from time to time, which already aroused Tang Yuehua's dissatisfaction.

"How is it possible, Yuehua is the most beautiful in our family."

Ye Han's will to survive was quite strong, and such words came out of his mouth without even thinking about it.

Hearing this, the corners of Tang Yuehua's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, no matter it's true or not, as a woman, she loves to hear such words.

Click!

The two meter long golden scepter centered on Bibi Dong's palm, covered with dense cracks.

Seeing that the golden scepter was about to be shattered into a piece of scum, an invisible force bound them in an instant, and recondensed into the shape of the golden scepter.

"You bastard with a smooth tongue, how could Xiaoxue fall in love with you?"

Bibi Dong's face became even colder. While defending her daughter, she also became more determined to kill Ye Han silently.

Inexplicably, the people behind Bibi Dong touched their arms. For some reason, they felt a little cold.

The game started and the game ended.

Not surprisingly, Tianshui Academy was swept away.

And the Goddess of War, whom the ordinary soul masters were looking forward to the most, was still lying in the arms of a man, without even summoning her martial soul, the battle was over.

From the beginning to the end, only Qing Qian, Qing Xuan and Qing Wu were the ones who shot.

As soon as the three people's martial soul fusion skills came out, Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu's martial soul fusion skills were not enough to watch at all, and they were directly smashed by the black-armored Valkyrie's sword.

"Sister Bing'er, I'm sorry." Xiao Wu stepped forward, looking at the distraught Shui Bing'er with a guilty face.

This girl who is two or three years older than her is usually such a strong person, a person who can admit defeat but will never admit defeat, but now her eyes are dull, like a defeated rooster, her confidence and confidence have been shattered. Pride, leaving only decadence and depression, like a walking dead, lost the vitality and vigor that young people should have.

Her state made Xiao Wu very worried.

"I'm fine."

Shui Bing'er smiled bitterly, couldn't help but shook her head, her eyes were gloomy, and she completely lost her confidence.

"Sister Bing'er, you, don't be like this, by the way, let me introduce you to a teacher!"

Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed Shui Bing'er, and brought her to Ye Han involuntarily.

"Sister Bing'er, his name is Ye Han, the ultimate ice of Wuhun, and he is now a level 77 Soul Sage. If he teaches you how to practice, I believe your strength will be greatly improved."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Wu jumped directly to Ye Han's side, and performed the great method of coquettishness.

Ye Han wanted to cry but had no tears, was in pain and was happy, but had no choice but to accept Shui Binger as his disciple.