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As the game ended, some people were naturally happy and some were worried. As the winner, the rest area of ​​Lanba Academy was filled with joy.

"Won!"

Clenching his fists, Dai Mubai, who had just been beaten by Xie Yue, let out a strong breath. At this moment, he wanted to look up to the sky and scream.

After this battle, he believed that even if he finally gave up his right to inherit the throne, the Xingluo royal family would take his talent into consideration and change the rules of family inheritance.

"We won, we won!"

The noise was like a flood, surging and churning. Tai Long, Jing Ling, and Huang Yuan, the three residents of Lanba Academy, hugged each other with tears of joy.

Ma Hongjun also jumped three feet high. The smile on his chubby face looked even more obscene, and his two small eyes narrowed into a slit. Although he did not play in the last game, he also saved blood and made meritorious service for Lanba Academy. He deserves a share of this honor.

Well, of course Ma Hongjun understands that the final reward must have nothing to do with him, but he doesn't care, because winning the championship means that he has more glory, which will be of great benefit to him in picking up girls in the future. There is nothing more important to a body corroded by evil fire than a woman.

On the side, Jiangzhu burst into a piercing scream and stamped her feet excitedly, "We win, we win, we win!"

Although she has been sitting on the bench, Jiangzhu has no complaints at all. The victory of Lanba Academy is her victory. This sense of belonging cannot be compared with Dai Mubai and the others.

Ning Rongrong raised her head and stared at Yang Pojun with a complicated expression. To be honest, after knowing the lineup of Wuhun Palace, she had given up hope of winning the championship of this soul master competition.

However, in the end, he was the one who shouldered everything. It can also be said that he single-handedly dragged Lanba Academy to the finals. Every time he was in trouble, he always stepped forward. In the end, it was even more... He took on the challenge alone and finally defeated the golden generation of Wuhun Palace in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong felt sour in her heart, both for Yang Pojun and Liu Erlong.

After the Soul Master Competition ends, Yang Pojun's name will surely spread to every corner of the continent, but such an outstanding person has nothing to do with him. Not only that, but what's even more hateful is, why should he have anything to do with the dean of the academy? There is a long-standing relationship...

Reluctantly, she looked away from Yang Pojun and glanced at Liu Erlong beside her. Ning Rongrong felt even more sad...

Supporting Zhu Zhuqing, who was a little weak, the three girls looked at each other and smiled knowingly. They unanimously straightened their chests of different shapes and stared at the figure on the ring with joy. They looked proud and proud. It is their man who, although he is a playboy, is so different.

Liu Erlong looked at Yang Pojun on the ring, his eyes filled with excitement, as if he was obsessed. The past events were vivid in his mind. She had been disappointed, collapsed, and despaired... But now everything has passed... …

Glancing at Bibi Dong who was sitting far away, Liu Erlong touched his belly and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. You have everything you need in terms of strength, identity, and status, but so what?

At least I'm happier than you...

Compared with the excited expressions of others, Oscar in the corner looked much depressed.

A top student from Shrek, a rare food-based soul master with full soul power, he participated in the soul master competition with high spirits, but he could only sit helplessly on the bench, watching others flourish in the ring, such a huge psychological gap. , which made him feel very uncomfortable. Even though he won the championship, he was not happy at all.

Seeing that the Wuhun Palace team ended in a disastrous defeat, the remaining soul masters watching the battle in the Wuhun Palace almost collapsed, their faces instantly collapsed, and each one of them was like a burst balloon, plummeting thousands of miles away.

That was the golden generation. The golden generation who was awarded the Order of Purple Record by the Pope himself, lost like this?

The effect of Yang Pojun's slap was really cruel.

In front of the Pope's Palace, the heads of the lower four sects felt as if they had been given lemons, and their sour stomach water turned sour to Bibi Dong.

After you sing, I will go on stage, this is the best stage!

Boss, hurry up and get this monster!

In their opinion, as the first person in ancient times to ascend to the supreme throne as a woman, Bibi Dong not only has outstanding talents, but also possesses talents and strategies that others cannot match. Facing such a young soul whose talents are visible to the naked eye, Teacher, that will definitely extend an olive branch.

If Yang Pojun does not agree to Bibi Dong's recruitment, then given the Pope's character, he will definitely settle the score later, and even the Po clan may be implicated and bear the wrath of Wuhun Palace again.

If Yang Pojun agrees...

Well, although they don't want to admit it, they also understand that if Yang Pojun really agrees to Bibi Dong's recruitment, the Po clan will take advantage of this trend to rise.

Although the Po Zhi Clan currently has insufficient foundation, it would be different if they had the support of Wuhun Palace. They would rise rapidly in a short period of time.

This is what they don't want to see...

On the other side, whether it was Ning Fengzhi, Yu Luo Mian, or even Xue Qinghe, they were all quietly observing Bibi Dong's expression.

However, what surprised everyone was that even though the Wuhundian team lost, Bibi Dong's face showed a look of emotion and anger, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor sad, as if this It's just like a normal game!

In the square, everyone from the Wuhundian team had left sadly, while the staff from Lanba Academy came over one after another.

Each of their faces was filled with excitement. The champion of the Soul Master Competition was a symbol of the highest honor for the younger generation.

The Soul Master Competition is only held once every five years, and only a few people can win this honor. With this aura, no matter where you go in the future, you will be looked down upon.

Looking at the group of people from Lanba Academy who came forward, Bibi Dong smiled faintly and stood up at the same time as the others, "Congratulations to all you young soul masters. In the name of the Pope, I officially declare the final champion of this soul master competition. The winner is Lanba Academy!"

Led by Yang Pojun, everyone stood in a row. Behind them was Liu Erlong who looked proud.

Next came the awards ceremony, the highlight of which was Pope Bibi Dong distributing soul bones to the winning team on behalf of the Wuhun Palace.

There were no accidents during the whole process. Bibi Dong acted calmly and did not become angry because the championship was taken away by other teams.

As the captain of Lanba Academy and the absolute main force, Yang Pojun took the soul bone from the Pope without hesitation. During the whole process, Bibi Dong kept smiling, not squinting, and did not even say a word of nonsense.

Observing Bibi Dong closely again, Yang Pojun discovered that after not seeing her for several years, time did not seem to have left any traces on her body, and she was still as stunningly beautiful as a fairy.

Noble, elegant, tranquil, it seems that all the beautiful words are not inconsistent when used on her.

There were two soul bones in total, the right arm of the bursting and burning flame, and the left leg soul bone of Zhui Feng who was moving forward rapidly.

Seeing Liu Erlong nodding slightly to him, Yang Pojun knew that she was giving the distribution power to him.

There is no doubt that Zhui Feng's right leg bone is the most suitable for agility-type soul masters, and no one raised any doubts about Yang Pojun giving it to Zhu Zhuqing.

To be honest, the flame right arm bone, judging from its name, was more suitable for Ma Hongjun, but Yang Pojun finally gave it to Dai Mubai.

The awards ceremony ended, and the Soul Master Competition officially came to an end.

What puzzled everyone was that in the face of such an outstanding soul master, the Pope didn't even try to recruit him!

Hiss...there is a ghost...