Douluo: I was heard by Bibi Dong

"Ugh~" The huge whale-like sea beast rolled in the water, and the sea around it was soaked in blood. A hand reached out from its side, followed by a cold and resolute face, and it struggled to climb onto its body.

His hair was slightly gray, and his muscles were bulging like a horned dragon. Panting heavily, he used the spear in his hand to cut off pieces of meat. Ignoring the cold sea water and the raging sea breeze, he looked around vigilantly and gnawed on the raw meat.

It's been half a month. Do you know how Yang Wudi has been doing in the past half month? What he is carefully guarding against now is the sea level. The surroundings are real and fake, and there are always attacks that suddenly appear from the sea. He hasn't seen it for half a month.

On a small island, there was no place to rest, and the food in the soul guide had long been eaten up. He knew that he was the prey, and he had been dragged to exhaustion.

He seemed to have lost his way, and the sudden attacks every night prevented him from having a good rest. Maybe he would never see the coast again.

The cold sea beast meat was hard to swallow, and it hit the sea hard. Yang Wudi shouted loudly: "I don't know who you are, but you have already won! If you dare, come out and take my life! You are sneaking behind my back.

What kind of hero is a sneak attack?"

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Yang Wudi is really powerful. Niu Gao, who was sent to the frozen forest, was attacked and killed by Gunter the next day. At this time, Gunter flew in the air and surveyed the Minzhi Clan's camp that was soaked in dark green miasma. Silently.

No breath, not a single cry. Under the frozen time, they were deprived of even the right to struggle.

"I was also slaughtered by thousands of people." Gaunt grinned. Gunter continued to clean up the fish that slipped through the net.

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In Wuhun City.

"Xiao San, I'm afraid it's too late for the Crown Prince to ask for help. Wuhun Palace has already announced the canonization of Golden Generation Hu Liena as a saint. Maybe they will charge you with attacking the saint and kill you." The master said to Tang San.

Wise analysis.

"Tang San, the master is right. Others may not be severely punished for disrupting the game. But you are the son of Tang Hao, and your martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer. The Spirit Hall will never let you continue to grow," Flanders sighed.

He took a breath and said worriedly.

Tang San clenched his fists and came to the Spirit Hall. He kept hiding his hatred in his eyes, and just ran away in embarrassment. He was not willing to accept it!

"Wait a minute! If you just run away like this, won't you bear the infamy? I..." Tang San wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the master.

"Xiao San, now is not the time to be impulsive! Bibi Dong is not a person who can just give up." The master rarely shouted loudly at Tang San, "You must protect your own safety first and leave Wuhun City. Afterwards, let Prince Xue Qinghe clear your name."

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Who is the person in the world that Tang San respects and trusts the most? It’s not his father, it’s the teacher in front of him who is both a teacher and a father. The master is a serious person, and he won’t be alarmist. Since he said so,

Then there must be his reason. He believes in the teacher!

"Okay, I will listen to the teacher." Tang San said solemnly, staring at the master.

Having said that, escaping from Wuhun City is not easy. There are soul masters loyal to Wuhun Palace outside, and word has spread that Tang San has been detained. The guards will not allow Tang San to leave.

In the early morning, the sun rises.

There were no soul masters or above among the guards guarding Tang San and others. Liu Erlong and Flanders, two soul masters of the agility and attack system, took action, supplemented by Tang San's assassination ability, and quickly and quietly eliminated the six guards. In the night, Wuhun

The city gates were closed, and the soul master's soul ring light effect could not provide Tang San and others with cover at night.

Frand Liu Erlong looked at each other and nodded, seizing the time to avoid the patrol team. The only and most difficult step was to get out of the city gate.

The soul master competition has ended. Foreign soul masters need relevant certificates and handwriting to enter and exit the city gate.

"Stop, do you have a warrant?" The city guards in silver armor shouted to the four Flanders.

"Yes, sir, please take a look at the general order of our Chamber of Commerce." Flanders nodded and took out a piece of official document. This was after they observed the operation of the city gate guards, they quickly attacked several people wearing different clothes and walking towards the city gate.

The merchants came.

The four Flanders looked at the guards nervously, ready to break in at any moment.

"Let us go!" the sergeant in front of him waved his arm and shouted.

"Wait a minute." Everyone followed the voice and looked, and the figure of the pope with a purple gold crown and a scepter was revealed on the city wall. The gentle breeze blew her lavender clothes and hair, and everyone who saw it took their breath away.

Be enveloped by her beauty and momentum.

"His Majesty the Pope." Everyone at the door knelt down and saluted the Pope respectfully.

"Two dragons!" Everyone around him knelt down. Flanders didn't want to miss this opportunity. So far, he had no choice but to force his way in.

"Received." Liu Erlong grabbed Tang San's collar, his soul power exploded, and he passed through the city gate tower in a few flying directions.

"Martial Soul Hall is not a place for you to run wild. Capture them." Bibi Dong was condescending, with a dangerous arc at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes! Your Majesty the Pope!"

Liu Erlong swung hard, "Xiaosan, you go first, go to Tiandou City and wait for us! I'll go back and help Boss Fu." Liu Erlong's strength can lift a soul beast weighing several thousand kilograms. After throwing it at Tang San, he turned around and rushed back.

Within the city.

Tang San turned a few somersaults in mid-air, relieved his strength, landed safely, and ran towards the grass in the distance. We can't hesitate at this time, the three masters have martial soul fusion skills, and now Tang San can only be a burden if he stays.'

Still too weak,' Tang San thought, but didn't notice a few bluesilver grasses swaying gently on the grass he was running past...

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus' mutated martial spirit, the Fire Dragon, although it has lost its lightning ability, is definitely the top beast martial spirit. Liu Erlong, biting the corner of his mouth, frowned, and rushed back to the city gate without any enemies.

, hitting him with punches and kicks and sending him flying into an open space.

Finally, looking away, Liu Erlong finally saw Flanders and the master. As long as the three of them formed a martial soul fusion skill... As long as they held off for a while, Tang San stayed away... As long as...

"Boss Fu!"

The ground seemed to be cracked by heavy hammers several times, but the master seemed unharmed and was surrounded by spears.

What appeared in front of Liu Erlong was a little giant, more than two meters tall, shirtless. He held Flender's head from behind with one hand and lifted it up. His flat-rimmed glasses had fallen to the ground.

His Majesty the Pope looked at the scene in front of him with great interest.

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A few days ago, Wuhundian Flower Room.

Her name is A Yin, and she is the incarnation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast. She fell in love with a human, but the exposure of her identity only brought misfortune to the person she loved most... 'Hao, I'm here to find you.'

The vitality of the Blue Silver Emperor was so strong that even if she had to dig out the earth for a whole day, she would still not die if Gunter returned to the flower room. After accumulating soul power for fourteen years, she thought she could do something for her child...

‘Bang’ there was an explosion in the greenhouse, the Blue Silver Emperor exploded, the roots, stems and leaves fell to pieces, and the dark golden lines on the grass blades became darker and darker.

The 85,000-year-old Blue Silver King in the forest somewhere seems to be feeling something, swaying like a breath, and wisps of gold slowly grow on the blue grass blades.

'Emperor...I will help him...'