Working for God from Douluo

After Ye Fan finished breakfast and walked out of Bibi Dong's room, the scene outside changed drastically. The formerly solemn Wuwu Soul Hall became festive and peaceful under the decoration of red ribbons.

Hu Liena next to her had a vague look of envy in her eyes, and said kindly to Mark: "Junior brother, don't be too happy too early, there are always good and bad things."

Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Hu Liena beside him.

"Thank you, senior sister, for the reminder!"

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Time always passes by inadvertently, and the time for the ceremony has arrived as scheduled.

Various sects were invited to attend, and the usually quiet and solemn Wuhun Hall gradually became lively.

The Wuhun Palace was full of guests. Except for the Haotian Sect, who had a blood feud, they were basically all here. This shows how powerful the Wuhun Palace is.

Ye Fan stood one meter away from Bibi Dong, "Bang! Bang!" Bibi Dong's scepter collided with the ground twice.

Soon the noisy sounds in the hall disappeared without a trace, and all eyes were focused on Bibi Dong, who was sitting in the center.

Bibi Dong became quiet down below and whispered: "I accepted a disciple a few days ago, and I am here to announce it to you today!"

Many sects in the audience all said in unison: "Congratulations to the Pope on his new disciple!"

The leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect immediately echoed: "To be crowned by the Pope, someone who values ​​him must have extraordinary talent!"

The following sects immediately said flatteringly: "Yes, yes! He must be the kind of peerless genius who has not appeared in the world for a hundred years!"...

Hearing the exaggerated praise from the people in the audience, Ye Fan felt that he was just like them. He was a peerless genius. His body gradually became lighter, and his heart expanded infinitely. He himself felt like he was about to fly up from the ground at any moment.

Until a young man who was a little older than Ye Fan stood up and said, "His Majesty the Pope, Fang Yu just wants to see what kind of talents your beloved disciple has, and let the disciples of the sect present learn to envy him."

As soon as this statement came out, there were many voices in the audience.

"Yes, yes! We all want to see what kind of disciple can impress His Majesty the Pope!"

"Let's get to know each other better!"

At this time, Bibi Dong was standing. Ju Douluo on the left also understood Bibi Dong's expression and said loudly: "Quiet, quiet! When will it be your turn to check His Majesty the Pope's gaze!"

Obviously, at this time, Ye Fan had been praised by the group of people below. Now he had a chance to perform. Of course, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

He took the initiative to come to Bibi Dong and said, "Teacher, I accept Fang Yu's challenge!"

Bibi Dong looked at Mark with a worried look, "Do you really accept his challenge?"

Ye Fan said with certainty: "Really, teacher, let me give it a try!"

"Go!"

Everyone moved to the square of Wuhun Palace, and Bibi Dong looked at Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside him to tell them to take action when necessary.

Ye Fan was arrogant and asked the other party to release his martial spirit first. Of course, he was not blindly arrogant. After so many years, he had also thoroughly understood some of his own talents. The silver-haired ape's innate skills were able to copy all martial arts. Soul and soul skills equivalent to one's own level, but only for three minutes.

Fang Yu on the opposite side did not show any courtesy and directly released his soul power. Two yellow and one purple soul rings appeared at his feet, and a silver-patterned sword appeared in his hand.

Ye Fan didn't realize that the other party had more soul rings than him, so he wanted to retreat, but instead became excited. The stronger the opponent is, the better it is for him.

Two yellow soul rings appeared at Ye Fan's feet, and a silver-patterned Mo Dao appeared in Ye Fan's hand.

Fang Yu was surprised when he saw the other party's martial spirit. His own martial spirit was passed down from dozens of generations!

How do you explain the martial spirit of the guy opposite? Is it a branch of your own family? It shouldn't be! There is no way this branch has no records in the family. Could it be that the boy opposite is his father, who had a child with another woman outside...

While the other party was still speculating on his identity, the second soul ring under his feet began to shine.

A series of sword blades came out from Ye Fan's hand, and in just a few seconds, dozens of sword blades flew towards Fang Yu like meteors.

At this time, Fang Yu came out of his thoughts. Facing the sky full of blades, he did not panic. The thousand-year-old purple soul ring under his feet began to shine.

"I am as sharp as a sword!"

The shadow of Mo Dao appeared on Fang Yu's body, and the blade struck him with a harsh sound, as if it collided with a sword.

Before the first wave of sword blades disappeared, the first soul ring under Ye Fan's feet began to flicker.

"Mo Dao Zhan!"

A giant Mo Dao about ten meters long appeared behind Ye Fan. Under the guidance of his own soul power, he slashed straight at Fang Yu, who was still disturbed by the blade.

Fang Yu, who was disturbed by the sword this time, was completely shocked. The martial arts were the same, but now even the soul skills were completely unreal to him.

At this moment, he really wanted to shout loudly: "Nima, it's fake!"

After seeing that the expected effect was achieved, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly, and a look of success appeared on his face.

The second soul ring under Ye Fan's feet shone again.

"Fixing eye!"

Bibi Dong, as well as everyone present, stared with wide eyes.

Bibi Dong whispered: "Twin martial spirits!"

His eyes were rendered golden, and golden energy jumped out from his eyes and came to Fang Yu's body. He suddenly felt that his body was as stiff as a stone, and even the soul power in his body stopped. Without the support of soul power, the shadow of Mo Dao gradually faded and disappeared.

Facing Mo Dao who was about to hit him, he regretted why he was so talkative just now and wanted to slap himself a few times.

Just when Mo Dao was about to hit Fang Yu, a strong soul power directly shattered the Mo Dao transformed by Ye Fan.

The moment Mo Dao was shattered, Ye Fan was also taken back several steps by the backlash. Using two soul skills at the same time consumed a huge amount of his soul power and physical strength. His complexion turned from rosy before the competition to pale.

A middle-aged man in white stood up and said: "We, the Silver Pattern Sword Sect, admit defeat!"

Bibi Dong immediately came to Ye Fan's side, and injected gentle soul power into his body with her right hand. For a moment, he felt that his lost soul power was slowly recovering, and his body became warm and indescribable. Comfortable.

Ju Douluo appeared in the center of the competition venue and said seriously: "Today's apprenticeship ceremony is over, everyone, please go back!"

Although the soul power was replenished, the loss of physical strength was too great. Only time can restore the physical loss. Soon Ye Fan felt that he had lost his strength and fainted weakly in Bibi Dong's arms.

After this battle, Ye Fan's reputation spread throughout the continent, as the saying goes, he became famous in one battle.