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Chapter 290 Are You Teaching Me To Do Things? 【Subscribe】

Chapter 290 Are You Teaching Me To Do Things? 【Subscribe】

"Oh? Then, does it count if I say it?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly, raised his leg and sat on the railing, turned around, one leg was hanging in the air, and the other leg was bent and stepped on the railing. The posture, on the contrary, looks even more sloppy than before.

The soul masters from all the colleges who were watching curiously around immediately shouted in their hearts, admiring Ye Zhiqiu's courage, this is the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Temple, you are too arrogant, right?

Even if you don't want to participate in the competition, you don't have to make such a gesture if you break the can and smash it. What if someone wears shoes for you after holding a grudge?

Huo Wu thought that Ye Zhiqiu was taking revenge on her, so she couldn't help but gritted her teeth and gave Ye Zhiqiu a hard look. This bastard himself didn't intend to participate in the competition. Was this trying to make this girl disqualified?

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

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

Attending the succession ceremony of the Son of God, he also wore a white gown inlaid with gold silk exclusively for the Son of God, and he wore a crystal crown of the Son of God. His temperament did not match the current idleness.

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 just a casual shawl, and he wears different temperaments. If it is not for someone who is very familiar with him, It's really not necessarily possible to associate him with him two years ago at a glance, not to mention that what Salas has seen is only his clone.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that Salas looked at him silently frowning, smiled calmly, and mocked: "Why? I don't know you? I don't know if the bishop has been at ease for a long time, or he is overworked, and his memory fades when he is old, and his brain is not very good. gone?"

"How courageous." Salas was about to curse angrily, but Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly and flicked his fingers first. 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 pause, snorted coldly, stretched out two fingers, and firmly clamped the silver object that was shot at him.

This kid's words seem to reveal his identity, he wants to see what identity can make you so arrogant, so arrogant that you don't take me, the platinum bishop of Wuhun Temple, seriously.

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

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

It is a silver gilt token with an image of an angel with outstretched arms and crossed legs on the front and a holy word on the back.

As the platinum bishop of Wuhundian, Salas may not recognize Ye Zhiqiu, but it is absolutely impossible not to recognize the exclusive token of the Holy Son of Wuhundian.

Thinking about the comparison carefully in his mind, Salas gasped. Only then did he finally understand why this person looked so familiar to him. Isn't this person His Royal Highness the Holy Son of our Spirit Hall?

If Ye Zhiqiu was just an ordinary Holy Son of the Wuhun Temple, he, the platinum bishop, might not have lost his composure. Compared to his status, his platinum bishop was not much lower.

But Ye Zhiqiu is not an ordinary Holy Son, in addition to being a Holy Son, he also serves as the Honorary Elder of the Wuhun Hall.

He is still a ruthless person who can behead two titled elders in the Wuhun Hall and not be punished by the Elder Hall.

He, Salas, didn't think that he would be more noble than the elders. If he offended the Holy Son, he had no doubt that he would be beaten to death every minute.

God, what did I just say?Are you going to disqualify the Holy Son from the competition?Do I really think my life is too long?

The thoughts in his mind turned rapidly, and Salas' originally gloomy face changed. He bent slightly, stepped forward a few steps and handed the token back to Ye Zhiqiu with a dry smile in both hands. , Your Highness, please forgive Salas for his previous rudeness. It is dangerous for you to sit so high, Your Highness, you should hurry down. I will take His Highness to sit on the main seat, and it is comfortable to sit there. "

Ye Zhiqiu casually took back the token of the Holy Child and threw it into the Moyu bracelet.Seeing Salas smiling and playful: "Why, Bishop Salas, are you teaching the Holy Son how to do things?"

Salas's body suddenly bowed lower, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat. For some reason, he felt that this holy son was more terrifying than the Pope.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Your Royal Highness, you can sit wherever you want, but since you came to guide the game in person, Your Highness, how dare you sit in the small seat over there?"

"Take your people and get out, don't bother me." Ye Zhiqiu directly interrupted his words, waved his hands 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 kind, Salas felt as if he had been pardoned. At least his old life was saved. As for the position of platinum bishop, he could only pray that Ye Zhiqiu would not take it seriously, otherwise he would just go back to the Pope's Palace for a while. He said that he was afraid that the good days of Salas would come to an end.

"Subordinates retire."

Salas followed the aristocratic etiquette of the Douluo Continent, and ran away with his subordinates in desperation, leaving only a group of stunned and curious crowds not far away.

"Damn it, he is Ye Zhiqiu, the holy son of Wuhun Temple?"

"I'm also shocked. I'm too young. Is this the fierce man who leveled a mountain with one soul skill and scared Poison Douluo away?"

"A real person seems to be very ordinary"

"Much more ugly and handsome than you!"

"Ahem. Is it a little strange that you are focusing on it? If he participates in the competition, can we still survive?"

"It seems that there is really no way out."

People around were talking not far away, talking about everything, most of them were praises and sighs, of course, there was no lack of jealousy and sarcasm.

Their only common doubt is, what is this monster doing in our Heaven Dou competition area?Watch the game in advance to study the tactics of other teams?

This is not impossible.

But are we really worthy?

Compared with others, they are undoubtedly geniuses.But for a monster like Ye Zhiqiu who has long been famous in the Douluo Continent although he doesn't know his true face, these geniuses are only worthy of picking their feet.

Huo Wu originally thought that she was bound to be disqualified this time, but she didn't expect the ending to change so quickly?

This guy with wretched eyes and wretched actions is actually the holy son of Wuhun Temple?

(End of this chapter)