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

"Oh? Then I said it counts?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly, raised his leg and sat on the railing and turned around, with one leg hanging in the air and swinging freely, while the other leg bent and stepped on the railing. The posture, on the contrary, seemed even more daunting than before.

The spirit masters of the various academies who were curiously onlookers immediately screamed in their hearts, admiring Ye Zhiqiu's courage. This is the platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, are you too arrogant?

Even if you don't want to participate in the competition, you don't have to make such a gesture if you break the jar. What if people wear small shoes for you after they take their grudges?

Huo Wu thought that Ye Zhiqiu was retaliating against her, so she grinned her teeth and took a look at Ye Zhiqiu. This **** didn't plan to participate in the competition. Was this to make this girl unqualified?

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

This is not to blame for Salas, he only met a few years ago when Ye Zhiqiu's doppelganger succeeded in the position of Saint Child in the Spirit Hall, and at that time, Ye Zhiqiu's character was very cold, as if he had no feelings at all.

Attending the succession ceremony of the Son was also wearing a white gold-inlaid silk robe for the Son, wearing a crystal crown of the Son, and the temperament was completely incomparable with the current jerk.

Over the years, Ye Zhiqiu's hair has turned into 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 he is not familiar with him, It is not necessarily possible to associate him with him two years ago at a glance, not to mention that Salas has only seen him as a clone.

Seeing Salas frowning silently, Ye Zhiqiu smiled calmly and mocked: "What? I don't know anymore? I don't know whether the bishop has been at ease for a long time or is overworked. When people are old, their memory fades and even their brains are not good. Up?"

"So courageous..." Salas was about to yell angrily, but saw Ye Zhiqiu smile and flick his **** first, a flat object struck a silver line and shot straight 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 made him move for a while, and he let out a cold snort, **** sticking out straight, and firmly clamped the silver object that was shooting oncoming.

This kid's words seemed to reveal his own identity, he wanted to see what kind of identity made you so arrogant, so arrogant that I, the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Palace, did not look in his eyes.

"I want to see who gave you the confidence..." Salas sneered before looking down at the silver object that was sandwiched between her index finger and ring finger.

After seeing the appearance of this silver object, Salas's complexion changed, and she came down with a cold sweat behind her back, only feeling cold in her hands and feet...

This is a silver gilded token with an image of an angel with open hands and crossed legs on the front, and a holy character on the back.

As the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Temple, Salas may not recognize Ye Zhiqiu, but it is absolutely impossible not to recognize the exclusive token of the Saint Child of Wuhun Temple.

After thinking about the comparison again, Salas took a deep breath. Only then did he finally know why he knew this person so well. Isn't this person the holy child of our Wuhun Hall?

If Ye Zhiqiu were just an ordinary Saint Child of the Spirit Hall, he might not have let him, the platinum bishop, be so gaffe. Compared to his status, he would not be much lower than the platinum bishop.

But Ye Zhiqiu was not an ordinary saint son. In addition to his status as saint son, he also served as the honorary elder of the Spirit Hall.

He can still kill two titled elders in the Wuhun Hall, and he is still a cruel person who is not punished by the elder hall.

Salas didn't think he would be more noble than the elders. If he provokes this holy son, he has no doubt that he will be beaten to death in minutes.

God, what did I just say? I want to cancel the qualification of Shengzi? Do I have a long life?

The thoughts in his mind turned extremely fast, and Salas's original gloomy expression changed, he bent down slightly, and walked forward a few steps with a dry smile, holding the token in both hands and handing it back to Ye Zhiqiu, flattering: "Salas does not know that His Royal Highness the Son will come to guide him. , I also ask His Majesty the Son to forgive the rudeness before Salas. Your Highness the Son is so dangerous and dangerous to sit down. I will take the Son to sit on the main seat and sit comfortably over there. "

Ye Zhiqiu took back the Saint Child token and threw it into the Mo Jade Bracelet. Watching Salas play with a smile: "Why, bishop Salas, you are teaching this son to do things?"

Salas bowed lower, and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat. For some reason, he felt that the saint son was even more terrifying than the pope's crown.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Your Royal Highness, you naturally want to sit wherever you want to sit, but since your Royal Highness personally came to guide the game, you still dare to sit where the theme is small..."

"Bring your people away, don't bother me." Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand impatiently and looked down at the ring. The staff has already been on the court, and the opening ceremony seems to be about to begin.

Although Ye Zhiqiu's tone is not very good, but Salas is amnesty, at least his life is saved. As for the platinum bishop, he can only pray that Ye Zhiqiu will not take it seriously, otherwise he will go back to the Pope Palace. Said, I'm afraid that Salas' good days are coming to an end.

"Subordinates retire."

Salas performed an aristocratic etiquette in the Douluo Continent and ran away with his subordinates, leaving only a group of dumbfounded and curiously onlookers not far away.

"Fuck, he is Ye Zhiqiu, the holy son of Spirit Hall?"

"I was also shocked, too young, is this the fierce man who leveled a mountain with a spirit skill at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy to scare away the poison Douluo?"

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

"Much more ugly and handsome than you!"

"Ahem... Isn't the focus of your attention a bit strange? He participated in the competition~lightnovelpub.net~Can we still have a way to survive?"

"It seems... there really is no way to survive..."

The people around were all talking about it not far away, talking about everything, most of them were praise and exclamation, of course, there is no lack of jealous and sarcastic ones.

Their only common doubt is, why does this monster come to our Tiandou Division? 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 Ye Zhiqiu, a monster like that, although he didn't know his true face, but had already become famous in the Douluo Continent, these geniuses were only worthy of picking their feet.

Huo Wu originally thought that she would definitely be disqualified from the competition this time, but didn't expect the ending to change so quickly?

This wretched, wretched fellow, actually the saint son of Wuhun Hall?

(End of this chapter)