Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

At this time, there were only seven people standing in the audience, six of whom were members of the Wuhun Team. Lan Fuzi had already taken Duguyan away to find Yueguan, and the only person present on the Imperial Team was the auxiliary soul master. Ye Ling Ling.

Seeing this situation, the whole place first fell into a brief silence, and then broke out into a shocking noise.

"Why, how could this happen? What happened!"

"Where's Tian Heng! Where is the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team! I obviously saw him at the scene at the beginning!"

"There are only two possibilities, he is in the cave, or the charred body is him."

"The person lying there is probably Yu Tianheng. I looked and he was not in those potholes."

"Really, is it really him!? How could Tianheng, how could he lose so miserably!"

Some female spectators looked at Yu Tianheng who was charred and passed out next to Dai Yuan. Tears could not help but burst out of their eyes. They covered their mouths with their hands and looked away, unable to bear to watch the tragic scene again.

"Oh my god, no, it can't be possible. The august champion seed team was defeated by two people at once, and it was a crushing defeat. Who is that man!"

The audience was talking a lot, and the noise on the field was in sharp contrast to the loneliness of the venue.

Dai Yuan glanced at Yu Tianheng at his feet. Scarlet blood had slowly flowed out along his cracked skin, gathering into a pool of blood around his body.

He did not move, but looked at Ye Lingling, who was crumbling not far away.

The cold gaze made the girl who was in despair couldn't help but tremble, and then she said to the referee tremblingly.

"I, we, admit, admit defeat."

Upon seeing this, the referee nodded slightly, glanced at Dai Yuan meaningfully, and then announced the winner of the game.

"The first match in the Eastern Theater Zone, the Imperial Fighting Team versus Wuhun Academy, I declare that Wuhun Academy wins!"

At night, all those who supported the Wuhun Team caroused in the streets, and information about Dai Yuan was also known to everyone. Only then did they realize that this man who moved around during the day, like a god descending from heaven, was actually the Holy Son of the contemporary Wuhun Temple. , the pope’s personal disciple.

Suddenly, after years of silence, he finally stood on the forefront again.

His profound background, strong strength, handsome face, and overwhelming domineering attitude exudes from his whole body. These factors cover him with a mysterious veil, making everyone more and more curious about his experience.

Of course, Dai Yuan, who was now in the Pope's Palace, knew nothing about this. At this time, he was facing Bibi Dong's greetings.

"Xiao Yuan, you hide it so well. It seems that you have encountered quite a lot of opportunities outside these years."

"Just a fluke."

Dai Yuan smiled. This move made Bibi Dong stop smiling and she pretended to be angry.

"It seems that your wings have become stiff, and now even the teacher can deal with it."

"No, no, the teacher will always be the person I respect most from Dai Yuan in my heart. If he did something rude just now, Dai Yuan will apologize and ask the teacher to punish him!"

After saying that, he stood up and knelt down to salute Bibi Dong.

At this time, Bibi Dong finally couldn't hold back her laughter and looked at her proud disciple, with a look of satisfaction but also a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Okay, okay, if you really meant it, you wouldn't bother telling me this. You, your skills have improved a lot over the years, and your level of glibness is also increasing day by day."

Seeing that Bibi Dong had seen through his thoughts, Dai Yuan scratched his head in embarrassment and sat back down.

"Well, this world belongs to you young people after all. In you, I see the brilliant talents of the younger generation. Perhaps in my lifetime, I can see you taking the profession of soul master to a new level."

"New heights?"

Hearing this, Dai Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what the new height Bibi Dong was talking about.

"Why, don't you know?"

Bibi Dong looked at Dai Yuan with a smile, her eyes narrowed like a sharp blade.

At this moment, Yue Guan walked in.

"Inform the Pope that Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, is here to visit."

Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's arrival, Bibi Dong's attention was suddenly drawn to her.

"Oh, you go and bring him in, I'll wait for him in the secret room."

As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking, Dai Yuan stood up and bowed to Bibi Dong.

"Teacher, since Sect Leader Ning is here to visit, Dai Yuan will retreat first."

"No, you stay with me tonight. You have always been quick-thinking. You should be able to guess what it means when he comes."

Dai Yuan didn't answer immediately, so Bibi Dong stood up and walked past him towards the entrance of the secret room.

Looking at the majestic figure from behind, Dai Yuan shook his head helplessly, smiled wryly at Yue Guan and stepped to follow.

Soon, the two of them arrived in the secret room. The lights here were a little brighter and dim compared to the lights in the main hall, but they made people relax unconsciously in it.

There is a subtle fragrance floating in the air and the classical utensils complement each other perfectly.

The two of them came to sit in front of two exquisite and elegant wooden chairs. The maid slowly left after bringing tea.

After a while, Ning Fengzhi appeared in the secret room under the leadership of Yue Guan.

When he first entered the secret room, the moment he saw Dai Yuan, there was a brief moment of astonishment on his face, but as a sophisticated man, he quickly regained his previous calmness.

"Feng Zhi came to visit the Pope so late, disturbing your rest."

Bibi Dongdong smiled and waved her hand, stood up and motioned for the other party to sit down.

"Sect Master Ning is joking. I rarely have the opportunity to communicate with you on weekdays. It is an honor for me to have you here today."

As a junior, Dai Yuan naturally stood up immediately and greeted the other party politely.

"Junior Dai Yuan has met Sect Leader Ning."

"Hahaha, I watched the game during the day. Heroes have always been born from youth since ancient times. With such a genius, it seems that your generation will have to live in your shadow."

"Sect Master Ning is complimentary. Xiao Yuan has only been practicing for a long time, and his future achievements are still unknown. Moreover, the competition has just begun, and some geniuses have not yet appeared. Don't praise him too highly at this time, lest you get carried away."

As she said that, she glanced at Dai Yuan beside her.

Seeing this, Dai Yuan immediately corrected his attitude and agreed.

"Dai Yuan is following the teacher's instructions!"

Seeing the master and apprentice acting so politely, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, but he still had to remain calm on the surface. After all, he was the head of one of the three upper sects.

After a standard set of hypocritical politeness, the three of them sat in their seats.

Bibi Dong looked at Ning Fengzhi Chunfeng who was sitting opposite her and said warmly.

"Why did Sect Leader Ning come here this time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that the other party would go straight in so quickly.

The previous smile faded little by little. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before looking at Dai Yuandao.

"Dai Yuan, how do you feel about our Rongrong family?"