Chapter 432： Pope Bibi Dong (1) (1/2)
Early morning on the fifth day.
Wang Feng woke up early in the morning. Yesterday, Wang Feng was deducing today's battle.
The last three teams, as early as when they entered the finals, Wang Feng knew which three they would be.
Although I thought long ago that this year's golden generation would change from the original book, I didn't expect such a big change. Yesterday, the Emperor Fighting team didn't even reveal the martial arts fusion skills, the spirit power level was surprisingly high, and at the same time, Hu Liena had absorbed the spirit ring of the stars and had spirit bones.
Xingxing has been with him for several years, but he is no ordinary Xingyue Fox. Hu Liena's strength must be somewhat special.
Wang Feng was a little uncertain about his mood all day, and he had too many questions in his heart.
Regarding the deduction of the battle on the last day, Wang Feng was also looking at the flowers in the fog, and could only vaguely see a rough outline.
But Tang San and the others would definitely face a huge threat.
He is not allowed to play, not to mention that the quota of the sevens in the finals has been fixed and cannot be changed. Even if he could fight in a personal battle, he couldn't change his outfit instead of playing on that occasion. The competition venue is outside the square of the Pope’s Palace, and there will be a pile of Title Douluos by then.
In Wang Feng's deduction, entering the finals, his identity is likely to be exposed. But exposure doesn't matter. To die is to disqualify for the championship.
Is it possible that Wuhun Palace can kill him in turn as an excuse?
The championship is not Wang Feng's goal. In Wang Feng's view, the championship is just an additional reward for him to come here.
Those four soul bones, Wang Feng, didn't care much.
When Wang Feng put on the nine-one costume and walked to the Papal Palace with Dean Fei Lun, he found that the weather today was exceptionally good and sunny.
”the weather is nice today.”
Dean Fei Lun smiled, ”September 1 opens. Seriously, I never thought you could get this far.”
A third-rate academy in Tiandou City was dragged by one person to the finals of the Continent Senior Elite Soul Master Competition!
Although many teams watched the opening of September 1st, they are used to it. But if you think outside the circle, it feels too scary.
”Champion I don't have much confidence in you, I am a real person.”
Dean Fei Lun continued, ”But I'm completely satisfied if you can get to this point! Today's game, you can play by yourself depending on the situation. By the way, after the game, even if you don't continue to stay in Purple Star Academy , Our college will also take you as a symbol of our college and build a statue for you.”
Wang Feng: ”...”
He did not answer.
After the competition, Wang Feng wanted to figure out what happened to the three little guys Qingqing and Xingxing, go to the next check-in location to practice, and then look for the little blue bird while ensuring that the consciousness of Xingqing and Yaya will never disappear.
Therefore, Wang Feng naturally couldn't stay at Zixing Academy anymore.
The team in the same group includes Shrek Academy and Wuhun Palace.
A total of fifteen people in the three teams, plus the accompanying teachers, walked towards the golden and splendid hills ahead, like a heavenly papal palace.
Each of the three teams is different, the Spirit Hall team, with confidence on their faces, headed ahead.
Followed by Tang San and his party were very calm.
In the end, he opened on September 1st, and occasionally he could see Tang San and a few people. They would look back, but there was no exchange.
From the foot of the hill, about three hundred meters away, there stood the Templars of the Wuhun Temple, holding silver spears, standing crosswise, solemnly and majestic, forming a special ritual path.
Soon, the three teams came to the square outside the Papal Palace.