Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

It's a pity that the group of people who were glared at by them, not to mention the Kamikaze Academy and others who had torn away the appearance of peace, just talking about the nine little monsters standing here from Shrek Academy, no one cared about those who were glaring at each other with obvious malice. sight.

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong knew that the forces behind them were not weaker than Wuhun Palace, not to mention that they were very likely to be the next candidates to ascend to the throne or the position of sect leader. Naturally, they were not He will bow down to others easily, even if that person is the Pope of Wuhun Palace.

After all, no matter in terms of position or status, there is no need for them to compromise their pride in order to integrate into the strange group here.

Tang San's situation is the same but different from the above three people. The same thing is that he also learned not long ago that his father is a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect, the first of the three sects; the difference is...

He is not proud that he may be from the Haotian Sect. It is suspected that it should not be a direct bloodline. On the contrary, he is a little troubled by these backgrounds. On the one hand, he longs for more natural relatives who are connected by blood. On the other hand, he is troubled by the complexity of his life experience and the safety of his father, who currently does not know where he is.

So to this day, he only intends to accept the cause and effect that his father has been implicated in, and the full strength clan's desire to remain undefeated in the world.

But now, what has always made him determined that he will not kneel to the king or the pope has always been his bottom line and his pride that he inherited from his previous life and has always carried it out.

Ask him to kneel to the sky and the ground, to bow to his parents and teachers, but never to bow to authority or the king.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar didn't think too much about it. Except for the former who could get his respect and favor from people who really caught his eye, other people or things might not be worth more than a plate of delicious food in front of the little fat man; the latter never Not caring about such forces at the level of national affairs, Oscar considers himself a commoner. On weekdays, he only secretly sighs that it is great to have this organization when he is receiving the gold soul coin subsidy from His Highness Wuhun. And this concept, when he later learned that the funds involved the two empires, there was nothing left.

The always smart young man naturally knew what was behind this, and what role Wuhun Palace played in it, so the next time he went to get the subsidy, he did not secretly sigh about how good some organization or force was.

After all, these subsidies are, at best, subsidies, but at worst, they are monitoring fees to monitor the potential and soul power growth of civilian soul masters so that they can be pocketed by them. In the eyes of the upper class, these hard-working soul masters are just An ornament, an object.

However, no matter how clear this is, this guy still won't give up on receiving the monthly subsidy. Oscar, who is both quick-witted and extremely thorough, always adheres to the principle of carpe diem. Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, he will have wine tonight to get drunk tonight, not to mention that this is just a surveillance measure without taking action!

Jan Sen still looked like a cool guy who was afraid of strangers and society. He put on a cold face and acted like a frosty man who could not be entered by anyone within a hundred miles. Don't try to cue me. The dark green to black hood enveloped his entire body, and the shadow cast by it narrowed those moist and shy brown eyes that were particularly frightening when not facing the enemy.

As if he was aware of the anger and murderous intent that was coming very close, Ran Sen's slightly lowered head did not move at all, and he just raised his eyes slightly. The vertical pupils that instantly entered the alert and hunting mode were filled with traces of aura that only belonged to large ferocious beasts, and they quickly appeared and pulled away from Jan Sen's body like the core of a snake.

However, the fleeting breath alarmed Xiao Wu, who was standing beside him and had been hanging his head in an autistic manner since he entered the room.

Xiao Wu felt the extremely familiar yet extremely unfamiliar scent of her getting closer and closer, from far to near, and then further away. She knew the reason for the familiarity and the reason for the strangeness. She lowered her hands to her sides. , the fingertips clung to the soft flesh of the palm, not daring to raise his head at all.

Because she was worried that once she raised her head, her overwhelming anger and hatred would be difficult to contain.

Until Xiao Wu noticed the aura coming from her side, which was similar to hers but had always been calm and unfazed by the outside world. The aura that belonged to her natural enemy when she was young was rising very close around him. This made Xiao Wu, who almost revealed the hatred in her eyes, restrained the excess emotions on her face and eyes in shock.

He just stared blankly at someone who suddenly released his momentum and then instantly lost it.

Xiao Wu: You are not a pure human being!

No one knew about Xiao Wu's shock. The only person who noticed something was wrong was the person involved, Ran Sen.

Jansen: What's wrong?

He silently opened his mouth to ask the girl beside him.

Xiao Wu shook her head with a complicated expression. After all, she didn't ask about her confusion when there was such a crisis lurking everywhere. She just looked at Ran Sen and then looked at Ran Sen with an indescribable look. .

Jansen:...? (●_●)

The strange atmosphere between Xiao Wu and Ran Sen lasted for a few seconds, and they both returned to their usual appearance. They were not noticed by people who were familiar with them, let alone those who were not familiar with them.

Even Yu Yuyi, who was standing on the other side of Xiao Wu and had a very close relationship with him, did not notice the strange atmosphere here.

She first focused most of her attention on Bibi Dong, who was standing high up, and then focused a little of the majority of her attention on the two titled Douluo who were affiliated with the Spirit Hall standing behind Bibi Dong.

A titled Douluo's appearance and body shape make it difficult to distinguish between male and female, and his posture tends to be that of a soft and charming woman. However, it is absolutely impossible to regard this person as a woman. The unique temperaments of both men and women seem to be integrated into this person, or they are self-contained, without any unnecessary sense of disobedience.

As for the other one, although he is wearing the same clothes as the following three people, he is still so illusory that people cannot see or remember his appearance. If it weren't for the unique soul power fluctuations and aura around this Titled Douluo that surged like a sea urchin in an instant, maybe no one would be able to feel his anger.

——I don’t know or am familiar with it, but...

--very dangerous!

Intuition told Yu Yuyi that the strength of these two people was not as simple as it seemed.

But even so, there is nothing she can do now, she can only lie dormant.

After restraining the evaluation in his eyes, Yu Yuyi lowered his head again, looked straight ahead, and waited for the start of the finals.

Perhaps they were angered by the behavior of people like them who refused to take in anything, neither soft nor hard, and refused to bow to the Pope of Wuhun Palace. The two titled Douluo raised their hands and wanted to do something, but they still sat upright. Bibi Dong, who was on the throne of the Pope, stopped the actions of the two titled Douluo.

She raised her hand, but no other movements were seen, and no huge fluctuations in soul power were seen. It was like a caress or a wave, and she stopped the silent attacks of the two titled Douluo beside her easily and freely.

The shouts around him also fell silent instantly due to Bibi Dong's move.

All the soul masters who regard Wuhun Palace as their faith and Bibi Dong as the incarnation of Wuhun Palace don't want to cast their passionate eyes permanently on the hem of the Pope's crown falling on the white jade porcelain surface. I don’t even have the courage to look directly at the holy face.

But even so, even if their desire and enthusiasm that they dare not express in their mouths and their willingness to sacrifice everything for it cannot be truly conveyed to the eyes of His Majesty the Pope, they are still surging and strong. The earth fills this world.