Chapter 290

"Oh? Do I has the final say? " Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and sat on the railing and turned around. One leg was dangling in the air and the other was bending on the railing. This posture seemed to be more casual than before.

Around the curious onlookers of the various colleges immediately called to the lying trough and admired Ye Zhiqiu's courage. This is the platinum bishop of the Wu Hun hall. Are you too arrogant?

Even if you don't want to take part in the competition, you don't need to make such a gesture. What can I do if I wear shoes for you after I have a grudge?

The fire dance thought Ye Zhiqiu was retaliating against her. She could not help grinding her teeth and gouging out Ye Zhiqiu. This son of a bitch didn't intend to participate in the competition. Did she want to make me disqualified?

When Salas saw Ye Zhiqiu's face, he was slightly stunned. He always felt that this man was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

This is not to blame Salas. He only met Ye Zhiqiu a few years ago when he became the son of Wu Hun temple. At that time, ye Zhiqiu's character was very cold, as if he had no feelings at all.

To attend the ceremony, they also wore a white gold silk robe for the son, and wore a crystal crown of the son. Their temperament was totally different from that of today's diaoyuandang.

Over the years, ye Zhiqiu's hair has turned into lavender, and his face is more elegant and perfect than before. In addition, his long hair is just a casual shawl, and his dressing temperament is different. If he is not familiar with him, he may not think of him with him two years ago at a glance. What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what Saras has seen is just his separation.

Ye Zhiqiu saw Saras looking at himself with a silent frown and a calm and indifferent smile. He scoffed: "what? No? I do not know whether the bishop has been at ease for a long time, or is he overworked, and his memory is fading with age, and his brain is not so good? "

"Good courage..." Saras was about to open his mouth to drink and scold, but he saw Ye Zhiqiu smile, his two fingers took the lead, a flat object across a silver line, straight shot at him.

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

Originally, Salas thought Ye Zhiqiu was going to attack him and wanted to avoid it directly. Ye Zhiqiu's words let him move a meal, a cold hum, two fingers straight out, firmly clamped the silver object from the head-on.

The boy's words seem to reveal his identity. He wants to see what kind of identity can make you so arrogant that he doesn't pay attention to me, the platinum bishop of the martial spirit hall.

"I'd like to see who gave you the confidence..." Saras sneered, and then looked down at the silver object sandwiched between his index finger and ring finger.

After seeing the appearance of the silver object, Salas's face changed, and he felt cold sweat behind his back. He only felt his hands and feet cool...

this is a silver gilt design token. On the front is an angel image with both hands open and legs crossed, and on the back is a holy word.

As a platinum bishop of Wu Hun temple, Salas may not recognize Ye Zhiqiu, but he can never recognize the exclusive token of the son of Wu Hun temple.

When he thought about it carefully, Salas took a breath. At this time, he finally knew why he knew this man so well. Isn't this man the son of our martial spirit hall?

If ye Zhiqiu was just an ordinary son of Wu Hun temple, he might not have been so disrespectful as a platinum bishop. Compared with his status, his platinum bishop was not much lower.

However, ye Zhiqiu is not an ordinary son. In addition to his status as a saint, he also holds the position of honorary elder of Wu Hun temple.

He is still a cruel man who can kill two elder titles in Wuhun hall and not be punished by the elder hall.

He did not think that he was more noble than the elder. If he provoked the son, he had no doubt that he would be killed in minutes.

God, what did you say? Would you like to cancel the son's qualification? Is my life too long?

The thought in his mind quickly turned. Saras's originally gloomy face changed, and he slightly bent down. He stepped forward with a dry smile and handed the token back to Ye Zhiqiu with his hands in his hands. He flattered and said, "Salas does not know that his Highness the son is in person to guide him. He also asks his highness to forgive him for his rudeness. Your highness son, it's so dangerous for you to sit so high. You'd better hurry down. I'll take the son's palace down to the throne. It's comfortable to sit there. "

Ye Zhiqiu took back his son's token and threw it into the jade bracelet. Looking at Saras's smile: "why, bishop Salas, are you teaching the son?"

Saras's body suddenly bowed lower, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, I don't know why, he felt that the son of God was more terrible than under the Pope's crown.

"No, No. Naturally, your highness son, you can sit wherever you want. However, since your Highness has come to guide the competition in person, the one with a small seat over there dares to sit... "

" take your people and leave me alone. " Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand impatiently and looked down at the challenge arena below. The staff had already entered the arena, and the opening ceremony seemed to be about to begin.

Although Ye Zhiqiu's tone is not very good, Salas is like an amnesty, at least his old life is saved. As for the platinum Bishop's position, he can only pray ye Zhiqiu won't take it seriously, otherwise he will go back to the Pope's palace and say something, for fear that Saras's good day will come to an end."I'm leaving."

Salas went through the aristocratic etiquette of Douluo continent and ran away with his subordinates, leaving only a group of people staring at the dogs and watching curiously not far away.

"Crouch, he is the son of Wu Hun temple, ye Zhiqiu?"

"I'm too surprised. I'm too young. Is this the fierce man who moves a mountain with one soul skill in Tiandou Royal Academy to scare away poison Douluo?"

"Real people seem to be very ordinary..."

"much more ugly than you!"

"Cough... Is it strange that you pay attention to the key point? If he participates in the competition, can we still have a way to live?"

"It seems that... There is no way to live..."

the people around us are talking about everything, most of them are praises and exclamations, of course, there is no lack of jealousy and sarcasm.

The only thing they have in common is, what is this monster doing in Tiandou? Watch the game in advance and study the tactics of other teams?

It's not impossible.

But... Do we really deserve it?

Compared with others, they are undoubtedly geniuses. But for ye Zhiqiu, a monster who has long been famous in Douluo, although he doesn't know his true face, these geniuses only deserve to pick their feet.

Fire Dance originally thought that he was bound to be disqualified from the competition this time. Unexpectedly, the ending changed so fast?

This guy with obscene eyes and lewd behavior is the son of the martial spirit hall?

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