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"Oh? Then what did I say?" Ye Zhiqiu raised his leg and sat on the railing with a light smile and turned around. The posture looks more condescending than before.

The spirit masters of various academies who were curious and onlookers suddenly cried out in their hearts, admiring Ye Zhiqiu's courage, this is the platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, you are too arrogant, aren't you?

Even if you don't want to participate in the competition, you don't need to make such a gesture when you break the pot. What if someone wears small shoes for you after taking revenge?

Huo Wu thought that Ye Zhiqiu was taking revenge on her, so she couldn't help but grind her teeth and gouged out Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, this bastard didn't plan to participate in the competition, did he want to make this girl ineligible for the competition?

When Salas saw Ye Zhiqiu's face, he was slightly taken aback. He always felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

This is not to blame for Salas. He only met Ye Zhiqiu a few years ago when he took over the position of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, and at that time, Ye Zhiqiu's avatar's personality was very cold, as if he had no feelings at all.

When attending the Holy Son's succession ceremony, he also wore a white gold-inlaid silk robe specially designed for the Holy Son, and he wore the Holy Son's crystal crown.

Over the years, even Ye Zhiqiu's hair has turned lavender, and his face is more handsome and perfect than before. In addition, his long hair is only a casual shawl, and his temperament is different. If it is not for someone who is very familiar with him, It's not necessarily possible to associate him with him two years ago at a glance, not to mention that Salas has only seen a clone of him.

Ye Zhiqiu saw Salas frowning silently at him, smiled calmly, and mocked: "What? I don't know each other? I don't know if the bishop has been at ease for a long time, or he is overworked. When people get old, their memory fades and even their brains are not very good. already?"

"How courageous." Salas was about to scold him in anger, but saw Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly and flicked his fingers first, and a flat object crossed a silver line and shot straight at him.

"Bishop Salas might as well take a look at this first."

Originally, Salas thought that Ye Zhiqiu was going to attack him and wanted to dodge directly. Ye Zhiqiu's words made him move for a while, snorted coldly, two fingers stuck out straight, and firmly clamped the silver object that was shot in the face.

This kid's words seem to reveal his identity, but he wants to see what identity can make you so arrogant, so arrogant that you don't take me, the platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, into your eyes.

"I want to see who gave you the confidence." Salas sneered coldly, and then slightly lowered his head to look at the silver object in his hand caught between his index and middle fingers.

After seeing the appearance of this silver object, Salas's face changed, and the cold sweat on his back came down, and he only felt cold in his hands and feet.

This is a silver gilded token with an image of an angel with open arms and interlaced legs on the front and a holy word on the back.

As the Platinum Bishop of Soul Hall, Salas might not recognize Ye Zhiqiu, but he would never recognize the exclusive token of the Holy Son of Soul Hall.

After thinking about the comparison again in his mind, Salas took a deep breath. At this time, he finally knew why he looked so familiar with this person. Isn't this person His Highness the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall?

If Ye Zhiqiu was just an ordinary Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, he might not let his platinum bishop be so rude. Compared to his status, his platinum bishop would not be much lower.

But Ye Zhiqiu was not an ordinary Holy Son. In addition to being a Holy Son, he also served as the Honorary Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall.

He was still a ruthless man who could kill two titled elders in a row in the Spirit Hall, and still not be punished by the Elder Hall.

He, Salas, didn't think that he would be more noble than the elder. If he angered this holy son, he had no doubt that he would be beaten to death in minutes.

God, what did you just say? Do you want to disqualify the Holy Son from the competition? Am I being too long-lived?

The thoughts in his mind quickly turned, and Salas's originally gloomy face changed. He bent down slightly, took a few steps forward and handed the token back to Ye Zhiqiu, holding the token in both hands, flatteringly said, "Salas doesn't know that His Highness the Holy Son will come to guide him in person. , I also ask Your Highness the Holy Son to forgive Salas for his rudeness before. It is dangerous for you to sit so high, Your Highness, so hurry up and get down. I will bring the Holy Son down to the main seat and sit there comfortably. "

Ye Zhiqiu took back the Saint Child token and threw it into the Moyu bracelet. Looking at Salas's smiling and playful taste: "Why, Bishop Salas, are you teaching this Holy Son to do things?"

Salas' body suddenly bowed lower, and his forehead was densely covered in cold sweat. For some reason, he felt that this Holy Son was even more terrifying than the Pope.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Your Highness, Holy Son, you naturally want to sit wherever you want, but since you have come to guide and watch the game in person, how dare you sit in a small chair over there."

"Get out with your people, don't bother me." Ye Zhiqiu interrupted him directly, waved his hand impatiently, and looked down at the ring. The staff had already entered the stage, and the opening ceremony seemed to be about to begin.

Although Ye Zhiqiu's tone was not very good, Salas was like a pardon. At least he saved his life. As for the position of the platinum bishop, he could only pray that Ye Zhiqiu would not take it to heart, otherwise he would just go back to the Pope's Palace. Said, I am afraid that the good days of his Salas will come to an end.

"Subordinates retire."

Salas performed the noble etiquette of Douluo Continent, and ran away with his subordinates, leaving only a group of stunned and curious people watching from a distance.

"Fuck, is he Ye Zhiqiu, the Holy Son of Spirit Hall?"

"I'm also shocked, I'm too young, is this the fierce man who leveled a mountain with one soul skill at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy and scare away Poison Douluo?"

"The real person seems to be very ordinary"

"Much more handsome than you are!"

"Cough cough. Isn't the focus of your attention a bit strange? He participates in the competition, can we still survive?"

"It seems. There's really no way out."

The people around were talking a lot not far away, talking about everything, most of them praised and sighed, of course, there was no lack of jealousy and sarcasm.

Their only common doubt is, why does this monster come to our Tiandou competition area? Watching the game ahead of time to study the tactics of other teams?

This is not impossible.

But are we really compatible?

Compared to others, they are all geniuses without a doubt. But for a monster like Ye Zhiqiu, who didn't know his true face, but had already become famous in the Douluo Continent, these geniuses only deserved to be slapped.

Huo Wu originally thought that she would be disqualified from the competition this time, but did not expect the ending to change so quickly?

This wretched-looking, wretched guy is actually the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?