Douluo's nine-star poisonous milk

Papal Palace, meeting hall.

Bibi Dong sat on the Pope's chair in a noble manner, with Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo standing on her left and right respectively.

At the bottom of the steps, all seven members of the Wuhundian Academy team were lined up.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena and Yan stood at the front.

"Tang San has already used his weapon soul true form once today, and he will not use it again the day after tomorrow. Without the seven-in-one fusion skill, Tang San has nothing to fear. When the time comes, you only need to pay attention to the young man named Tang Tang. Yes." Bibi Dong's tone was cold.

"Yes!" Yan and Xieyue saluted respectfully.

"You should all understand what this game means! You also know the significance of those three soul bones to the temple. If you lose, I will throw you all into the Lost Canyon. You will not be allowed to do so for less than three years. Come out!" Ghost Douluo's ghostly and sinister voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire hall.

When Xie Yue and others heard this, their expressions instantly changed. Even if a Titled Douluo entered that ghostly place in the Lost Canyon, he might not be able to get out after three years!

"Okay, don't be too stressed, go down and rest." Ju Douluo waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Looking at the backs of Xie Yue and others leaving from the side door, Bibi Dong's eyes were heavy and her fingers were tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about the game the day after tomorrow? Do you want me to..." Ghost Douluo reached out and touched the bottom of his throat, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"If you were really sure, brothers Tang Tang and Tang San wouldn't come to this Wuhun City. Ghost, after all these years of smooth sailing, you are a bit inflated." Bibi Dong glanced at him lightly.

"I was rude, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Ghost Douluo immediately knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists in apology.

"I don't mean to blame you, I just want to tell you, think more carefully when encountering problems, and don't hit the person you want to kill when your head is hot. Who can you beat on your own?"

"Not to mention that Sword Douluo is always guarding you, even Shantian who is always in the dark, you can't resist." Bibi Dong snorted coldly.

"I took note of it." The ghost took two steps back and stood to the side again.

Looking at the tightly closed door of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light.

Master, Xiaogang, is really a troublesome guy!

……

Early on the third day.

After a day and night of rest, the Shrek Seven Devils had almost recovered, and they all appeared in the hotel lobby in high spirits.

"In today's competition, just do your best. Don't leave any regrets for yourself, and don't try too hard. Everything is based on your own safety." Before leaving, the master whispered to everyone.

"Yes!" A group of fourteen people shouted at the same time.

"Okay, let's go." The master said with a smile on his face.

"Let's go!" Ma Hongjun took the lead and turned around to go to the finals.

Suddenly, Ma Hongjun's fat body stiffened suddenly, and he looked at the door with dull eyes.

Outside the hotel door, Flanders stood quietly.

Shrek Academy has advanced to the finals and will soon compete with Wuhundian Academy to win the final championship.

Flanders, who should have been very excited and happy, now had a serious face.

Behind the black-rimmed glasses on his face were his bloodshot eyes, as if he had just cried.

"Dean!" Everyone in Shrek Academy stopped and looked at him quietly.

"Children, for you, this will be your last battle before graduation, and it is also a crucial battle."

"Frankly speaking, it is Shrek's honor to welcome you to Shrek Academy, and it is my Flanders' honor."

"You are all geniuses. There is no end to the banquet in the world. Shrek Academy cannot help you continue to grow. You need to take the road to the future on your own."

"I said before that if you don't win the championship, you won't be allowed to graduate. In fact, it was just a joke and a joke."

"But you have always been working hard with this goal in mind. To be honest, I am quite ashamed."

"Finally, what I want to say to you is that no matter what the final result is, you are all good and are the pride of Shrek. I, Flanders, will always be proud of you. As long as you are safe and sound, no matter what, you are a champion. Yes, it’s okay if you don’t want it.”

Flanders walked over gently and straightened the collars of each of them.

Turning around, he patted the master on the shoulder, turned his back to everyone and raised his head, the corners of his eyes became moist again.

"Dean, you are kidding. The people in Wuhundian Academy are just a bunch of noobs. Look at how I can crush them." Tang Tang spoke, the atmosphere was a bit heavy, and he wanted to adjust it.

"Even if it's not for graduation, we will go all out for the three soul bones as a reward for the championship. Dean, please stop trying to persuade us." Tang San smiled slightly.

"Xiao San is right, we have long been salivating over those three soul bones." Dai Mubai's face was full of confidence.

"Teacher, don't be like this. If you really can't bear it, give us million gold soul coins each. We will always remember you." Ma Hongjun's two small eyes were full of money symbols.

"Go away..." Flanders was furious. Is this his disciple?

Do you see that this is a human language?

"Let's go!" The master waved his hand and walked out of the hotel with his head held high.

In front of the Pope's palace.

The weather is very good today. Only a small part of the sun is exposed. The gentle sunshine does not give people a very burning feeling when it shines on the body.

The breeze blew slowly, tugging at the heartstrings of everyone present.

Seeing everyone from Shrek approaching step by step, the atmosphere seemed to become solemn.

The gilded seats in front of the Pope's Palace were already filled with figures.

On the table next to Bibi Dong that held fragrant tea, there was a tray covered with bright red gold-inlaid brocade, which was now emitting a faint halo.

"The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition are about to begin. Please get ready. The competition will officially begin in a quarter of an hour!"

The referee of the finals was replaced by a platinum bishop from Wuhun Palace, an eighty-nine-level Contra level expert.

Both sides returned to their respective positions and made final adjustments and preparations before the game.

A quarter of an hour later, both teams opened their eyes at the same time.

Dai Mubai glanced at his teammates and stretched out his hand. Everyone folded their hands and roared from the depths of their souls.

"Definitely!"

Cold eyes swept over the Shrek crowd, and there was a sneer on Xie Yue's lips.

"His Majesty the Pope is looking at us, and many elders are also watching the game. We must win this game. Not only that, we must win beautifully and gloriously, crush them with absolute strength, and let them know what it means to be beautiful." It’s a truly strong team!”

"Now, tell me, what is our goal?" Xie Yue turned and looked at the team members behind her.

"champion!"

"champion!"

"champion!"

Deafening roars sounded at the location of the Wuhundian Academy team.

Even before the game started, the two sides were already competing with each other.