Douluo: Start by stealing Tang San’s luck

Chapter 180 The Abnormal Bibi Dong

"Gentlemen and girls, let us invite His Majesty the Pope!"

As the host shouted loudly, music began to play in the big spirit fighting arena, but no one cheered.

The host's mouth twitched as he looked at the scene in front of him.

But he also knew why. Although he was the host, he was also a senior consultant of Wuhun Palace.

Almost all those who came to watch the competition today came with different thoughts. No one came for the Soul Master Competition.

When the host looked embarrassed, Bibi Dong had already walked out of the aisle and came to the high platform dedicated to the Pope.

Bibi Dong glanced at the crowd below and was not surprised by their reaction.

"Why don't you see anyone from Tianshui College?"

Bibi Dong turned to look at the host and asked.

"They haven't come yet..." the host responded hurriedly.

When the host was about to say something else, a loud bird song sounded, shocking everyone in the big spirit fighting arena.

They knew that the Lord had come.

The Extremely Cold Flying Luan flapped its wings and descended into the sky above the Great Soul Fighting Field.

As the wings flapped, the cold wind blew and frost began to fall.

"10 year soul beast?!"

Everyone's expressions changed, and Jihan Feiluan's aura was surging, no less powerful than Titled Douluo.

"Before the game starts, I ask everyone to watch a video."

Xu Mo, who was on Ji Han Fei Luan's back, glanced at everyone present. When he saw Tang San and others, he suddenly became interested. Without the protagonist present, the viewing effect of the film would be greatly reduced.

Xu Mo's words brought back the shocked people, so everyone looked at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo didn't say any more nonsense and directly took out an image soul guide from the storage soul guide.

After injecting soul power into it, the image soul guide vibrated slightly and projected a display screen into the air.

"What is he doing?"

Everyone looked puzzled and didn't understand what Xu Mo wanted to do.

Only Bibi Dong, who was standing on the high platform, looked at Xu Mo's actions and understood.

As expected, Xu Mo is going to play the video of "Tang San and Yu Xiaoan fight against the Gale Demonic Wolf Pack".

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the display screen in mid-air began to appear.

In the picture, Yu Xiaoan and Tang San fight against the wind demon wolves, and the scene is very exciting.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this?!"

Everyone in the Great Soul Fighting Arena stared at the screen with their mouths agape, and their hearts received a critical hit of [-] points.

"Damn, why does he have this video?!"

In the Shrek team, Tang San clenched his fists and looked livid.

"Puff, hahaha..."

The other members of Team Shrek looked at the video and then at Tang San, and they all couldn't help laughing.

"you!"

Listening to the ridicule of his teammates, Tang San was so angry that he wanted to use hidden weapons to kill these things.

"Haha, as expected, he is indeed Tang Hao's son. He is playing so hard at a young age."

The seventh elder of the Haotian Sect who was in the audience seat said sarcastically.

At this time, no one refuted him, and everyone in the Haotian Sect looked very ugly.

On the other side, in the area where the leading teachers gathered, Yu Xiaoan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked even pale and her whole body was trembling.

Looking at the scene in mid-air, the dead memory began to attack him again.

The lower body tightened, as if he remembered the fear of being dominated by the wind demon wolves.

"Xiao An, you, are you okay..."

Seeing Yu Xiaoan's face as pale as snow, Flanders said worriedly.

Yu Xiaoan ignored Flanders, but clung to the armrest of the wheelchair, her body trembling continuously.

His reputation throughout his life is completely ruined today. "Hehe." Xu Mo couldn't help but laugh when he saw the reactions of everyone below, especially when he saw the looks of Tang San and Yu Xiaoan.

Next, there is something even more exciting.

Because of Xu Mo's editing, the video of "Tang San and Yu Xiaoan fight against the Gale Demon Wolves" only played for half an hour before it ended.

When everyone thought it was over, Xu Mo took out another image soul guide, injected the same soul power, and the picture began to play.

It's just that this time the picture is even more eye-catching. The screams are constantly coming from the picture, which is creepy and disgusting.

"Niubi, you really know how to play. It's a 1V4 battle between real men."

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"Master-disciple taboo, exciting!"

"..."

Comments rang out in the big spirit fighting arena, and they were dumbfounded at the picture on the screen.

"I must kill him!"

Tang San's eyes were red, and he was filled with murderous intent. He stared at Xu Mo with wide eyes.

Dai Mubai and others also lowered their heads with ugly expressions, fearing that others would notice them.

Yu Xiaoan was so angry that she vomited out a mouthful of old blood, her eyes blurred, and she almost fainted.

Xu Mo looked at Tang San and Yu Xiaoan's appearance and felt happy in his heart.

"Hey, something doesn't seem right. Why doesn't Bibi Dong react?"

With a glance, Xu Mo saw that Bibi Dong was not so angry that she wanted to kill him as he thought, but was staring at him calmly, which made Xu Mo confused for a moment.

"Is she waiting for me to take the initiative?" Xu Mo thought secretly in his heart.

The current Bibi Dongshang has not fully mastered the Wuhun Palace. If he wants to use the power of the Wuhun Palace to deal with him, Qian Daoliu will definitely not agree.

So Bibi Dong was waiting for Xu Mo to take the initiative, so that Bibi Dong could reasonably use the power of Wuhun Palace to destroy him.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible, Xu Mo murmured in his heart:
"I want to see how long you can endure it?"

The "1V4 Real Man Battle" video is still playing. Most of the people in the big spirit fighting arena are watching it with interest and exclaiming from time to time. They really know how to play...

In the camp to which Haotian Sect belongs, most people's faces are so gloomy that they are almost dripping with water.

They originally planned to let Tang San return to the sect, but now it seems that this matter still needs to be discussed.

Tang Xiao clenched his fists and looked at Xu Mo with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

When Xu Mo and Wuhun Palace are both injured later, he will definitely avenge Tang San.

Another half hour passed, and the picture on the display screen finally finished playing.

The scene disappeared, leaving only the people who were still thinking about it.

"It's strange, can Bibi Dong endure it so much? He is indeed a person who can become the Pope. It seems he has two skills."

Xu Mo has been secretly looking at Bibi Dong, wondering why Bibi Dong is so calm.

Logically speaking, as a big licker with a small anus, Bibi Dong should yell at Xu Mo to kill him.

"Since this doesn't work, I'll see if you can still be so calm when I take action against Yu Xiaoan and others."

Xu Mo thought this, turned to look at Shui Bing'er and others, and said, "You guys go down and compete."

"Okay." The women nodded in agreement.

Xu Mo controlled his soul power and sent the girls down.

Bibi Dong, who was standing on the high platform, saw Xu Mo's series of actions.

"Hey..." Bibi Dong sighed deeply in her heart. After a while, she looked at the host and said:
"Let's start the game."

"Oh, okay." After hearing Bibi Dong's words, the host, who had been dumbfounded watching the video just now, came to his senses and responded quickly.

The host consciously gave the Tianshui team a bye and let the already assigned team compete first.

"The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition begin now."

The host's voice sounded, and just when he was about to name the two teams in the first game, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"Wait a minute, our Elephant Academy abstains!"

The teacher in charge of the Elephant Academy said with difficulty despite the many gazes.

(End of this chapter)