Douluo's Beginning Blue Silver Emperor, Son of the Spirit Hall

"I've seen him compete in the spirit fighting arena before, and his red eyes are his martial spirit."

When Dai Mubai first arrived at the Soul Fighting Arena in Soto City, he relied on Bibi Yi to make his fortune.

Although Bibi Yi's multiplier in the Soto City Soul Fighting Arena is not high, fortunately, he can win every game.

Regarding Bibi Yi (Blue Silver Emperor)'s martial spirit, Dai Mubai knew the general situation.

"That's the original martial spirit."

Yu Xiaogang didn't do much research on the original martial soul, but he had heard similar rumors.

If Bibi Yi was not the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, he would have invited Bibi Yi to join Shrek Academy.

On the battlefield, Bibi Yi has not stepped out of the circle one meter away from where he was.

Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er looked at each other and nodded.

Then Shui Binger looked at Bibi Yi and reminded:

"Your Majesty the Holy Son, be careful, we are going to use martial soul fusion skills."

"Come on, use whatever soul skills you have, don't hold back."

Bibi Yi didn't express the slightest emotion, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Shui Bing'er had kindly reminded her, but she didn't expect Bibi Yi to answer so arrogantly.

The angry Shui Bing'er snorted and gritted her teeth:

"Your Highness the Holy Son! You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance!"

"Martial soul fusion technique, ice and snow fall!"

The bodies of Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er disappeared at the same time, and their martial soul fusion skills exploded.

Except for the two of them, the other team members have jumped off the platform.

A dark cloud appeared in the sky and snowflakes began to fall, and the icy rain turned into snowflakes dancing in the sky.

It's just that every piece of snow is as sharp as a sharp blade, floating downwards in the rotation and turning into a whirlpool of ice and snow.

"Shui Bing'er and the others used martial soul fusion skills!"

"Strange, why didn't the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace move?"

"Scared out of your wits!"

"Wait! No, look! He's completely fine in there..."

At this time, Bibi Yi was possessed by a layer of lightning coat, and all the ice and snow were blocked from getting close.

"That's it? Even this Holy Son's defense can't be broken."

"This... so handsome!"

The contestants from all major colleges had their eyes widened with expressions of disbelief.

Although Tianshui Academy did not advance to the finals, their martial soul fusion skills are indeed powerful.

Tang San and the others had experienced Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er's spirit fusion skills and knew how powerful they were.

But the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace stood there and received the Wuhun Fusion Technique, looking as if he was completely fine.

"It's not over yet!"

Shui Bing'er felt a little anxious when she saw that their attacks could not break through Bibi Yi's thunder coat.

The original power of the martial spirit exploded, causing the snowflakes to condense into a huge blue phoenix with a body length of seven meters.

The huge blue phoenix tilted down, while reducing the temperature on the battlefield to an extremely terrifying level.

"That's it? It seems you are destined to miss the finals."

The image played by Bibi Yi at this time is that of an extremely arrogant Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

The purple thunder light in his hand condensed, and the purple thunder wings behind his back broke through the ice and snow in the sky.

Coupled with the wind and snow on the battlefield at this time, Bibi Yi jumped up like a thunder god in the snow.

With a kick of his foot, the entire battle platform collapsed instantly, and the ice phoenix also took shape.

"Rachel!"

Coax~

There was a loud noise, the ice and snow scattered, and two figures flew out of the ice and snow, hitting the soul power shield.

The leading teacher of Tianshui College quickly stepped forward to catch the two figures. As expected, they were Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.

"Are you two okay!"

"Auntie, I'm sorry, we lost."

Shui Bing'er knew that they had lost, and the opponent hadn't even used their soul rings and soul skills.

It shows that their strength is very different from that of the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

"You'll be fine."

A suppressed aura erupted from the battle platform, and the rich aura of ice and snow spread out.

The three Magatama Sharingan in Bibi Yi's eyes rotated crazily and turned into the Mangekyo Sharingan.

"You are very good, but you still lack strength."

Bibi Yi originally wanted to say: You are very good, but you are still a little bit lacking.

But if he says this, his character as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace will collapse, so he must hold back!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Bibi Dong was very satisfied when he saw Bibi Yi winning the game easily and the shock on the faces of the major colleges.

Originally, she wanted Bibi Yi to fight with all her strength, even if she killed seven people from Tianshui Academy.

But now she felt that Bibi Yi's way of showing off without releasing the soul ring was more effective than the overdue effect.

In the afternoon, because of the incident between the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and the seven people from Tianshui Academy, everyone had no intention of competing.

As a result, the first round was postponed to the next day.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Tang San respected Yu Xiaogang very much. After all, he was his first teacher in terms of theoretical knowledge.

In the room, only the golden iron triangle is here.

"Xiaosan, what do you understand by the actions of the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace today?"

Tang San was slightly startled. When the sound of the battle in the morning was heard, his originally confident confidence sank.

"Martial Spirit Hall is putting pressure on the major colleges to let them know that Spirit Hall is irresistible."

"You're right! We think so too."

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Liu Erlong and Felander, and shook his head helplessly.

He felt that it was all his fault that Bibi Dong was like this, but it was impossible for him to marry a married woman.

"Then what do you think your chances of winning are?"

"If it's our six-in-one martial soul fusion technique, maybe you can give it a try."

Although Tang San was not confident in himself, he was still very confident in the martial soul fusion skills of the six of them.

Ferrander smiled slyly and interjected:

"Mistress, can you contact the little guy who came here for a late-night snack last time?"

"Dean Ferrand is talking about righteousness?"