Thousands of people participated in Martial Arts Tournament, which lasted for a long time every day until it came to an end five days later.
Truss goes every day.
After collecting the information, it will be reported to Ji Wushuang.
In the night.
Pope palace.
Ji Wushuang sat up straight and looked at the battle list in his hand.
A battle tomorrow.
His opponents were six Soul Saint, three Soul Emperor, and one Soul Douluo.
"This is..."
Ji Wushuang's eyes fell on a name on the list, and his eyebrows were raised slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Anyone you know on the list?"
Bibi Dong hugged Ji Wushuang's strong body from behind, and a pair of soft and natural deformations were exposed to both sides.
Ji Wushuang felt a soft touch hit his heart. Looking back, he met Bibi Dong's tender and sweet eyes.
"It's nothing."
"It's just that this person's Martial Soul is Great Strength Vajra Bear, which reminds me of a person."
Ji Wushuang smiled nonchalantly.
"Oh?"
"When did you know someone who Martial Soul is Great Strength Vajra Bear?"
Bibi Dong looks weird.
"Disciple doesn't know it, I just heard about it."
"The man's name is Zhao Wuji. I heard by chance that he was besieged by sixteen Spirit Hall bishops of Soul Emperor level because of something he committed, but he escaped safely."
"But this person's name is not Zhao Wuji. I think it's just Martial Soul."
Ji Wushuang smiled and threw away the list.
No matter what.
Below Titled Douluo, he is invincible!
As for Titled Douluo...
I wonder if his Nation-Splitting Swordplay is paired with Heavenly Slash Sword!
Can Clear Sky Sect's secret skill be compared to his "Heavenly Dao Combination"?
"Why did you laugh all of a sudden?"
A smile appeared on Bibi Dong's pretty face, and the delicate jade pointed at the corner of Ji Wushuang's mouth and wiped it away.
While rubbing Ji Wushuang's cheek, my heart can't help but flutter.
Thinking that her dignified Spirit Hall Pope would actually show such a scene.
Think about it.
Bibi Dong felt hot all over.
Ji Wushuang, which is closely connected to Bibi Dong, can clearly detect this situation.
He knows Bibi Dong very well.
He instantly understood what Bibi Dong was thinking of. He broke through his inner defense and became emotional again.
"Teacher, this disciple will go on stage tomorrow." Ji Wushuang said softly.
Hold Bibi Dong's delicate hand tightly to stop Bibi Dong from making a fuss.
However.
He can only control one hand of Bibi Dong with two hands.
And Bibi Dong has another hand.
"Wushuang——"
Bibi Dong chanted Ji Wushuang's name over and over again.
His eyes gradually blurred.
Turn over and come to Ji Wushuang, knock Ji Wushuang down...
The next day.
Bibi Dong got up early and sat in front of Dressing Table, taking care of his messy hair.
Her smile was reflected in the mirror, and the upturned corners of her mouth had never been lowered.
"Well——"
Ji Wushuang opened his eyes and stretched his body.
Just sat up.
My eyes were attracted by Bibi Dong's delicate body like jade.
Bibi Dong is like that jade beauty.
The smooth and smooth white skin actually had a faint shimmer.
"Wow--"
Ji Wushuang stood up and walked behind Bibi Dong, and the two looked at each other through the mirror.
"In the past, you were the one who helped me get dressed. This time, I want to help you get dressed. What do you think?"
Bibi Dong stood up.
After turning around.
Her warm palms covered Ji Wushuang's cheeks, caressing them constantly.
"Teacher, is it really okay?"
Ji Wushuang held the delicate hand playing tricks on his face with his backhand.
Bibi Dong smiled and said nothing.
Raise your hand.
The two-meter-long scepter in the corner automatically flew into his hand.
With the sudden appearance of brilliant Golden Light.
A luxurious robe with silver as the main tone and bright gold embellishments appeared in hand.
"This is what Master prepared for you."
"Originally, I wanted to give it to you when you became Holy Son."
"Now that you are about to become the center of attention, you need a piece of clothing suitable for your status, so I will give it to you now."
"It should fit nicely."
Bibi Dong whispers softly.
To the end.
That pretty face couldn't help but blush.
Only she herself knows how much effort it took to measure Ji Wushuang's figure.
Ji Wushuang put on the inner lining and stood in front of Bibi Dong with his eyes lowered.
See this.
Bibi Dong then remembered his own situation and shyly put on his clothes first.
Then, holding the robe in hand, he began to dress Ji Wushuang.
The breath of Bibi Dong lingered on the tip of Ji Wushuang's nose, and he felt relaxed and happy to see Bibi Dong busy around him.
The "hard days" are over.
What is now ushering in are the "good days" that he had never dared to imagine.
Bibi Dong's movements are extremely gentle.
From time to time, he would stop and take a look before continuing.
Just getting dressed took a quarter of an hour.
"How does it feel?"
"It should fit well."
Bibi Dong took two steps back and looked at it with a smile.
The more I watch, the more satisfied I become.
"Excellent! Fits perfectly!"
Ji Wushuang smiled.
I don't know when Bibi Dong started making this dress, but he actually knows his current size very well. This dress is perfect no matter where it is.
"Teacher, why don't you come with me this time?"
Ji Wushuang suggested.
Bibi Dong thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
"Okay!"
"This is the last day. I will go there personally to hold the battle for you!"
"If a young disciple acts recklessly, I will kill him with my own hands!"
Bibi Dong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
A look of fierceness appeared in his eyes.
Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament flags were flying around the ring.
The auditorium was still crowded.
After the previous few times, I am even more looking forward to this last one.
A brilliant golden throne stands on the high platform, but this time the person sitting on it is not Ji Wushuang, but Bibi Dong!
What a pity...
Even if Bibi Dong chooses to show up, he has no intention of showing his true appearance to the world.
Bibi Dong's rare and beautiful face is covered with a silver-white veil as thin as cicada wings. Only at a close distance can you vaguely see the faint shadow of the corners of the lips under the veil.
The more than 100,000 people under the high platform could only see another figure appearing on the throne that had been empty for a few days.
"Meet His Holiness the Pope!"
Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun arrived and bowed.
Other than that.
Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe is also here.
"Flat body."
Bibi Dong raised his hand lightly.
A pair of narrow phoenix eyes glanced at Xue Qinghe.
Just looking at Xue Qinghe.
The eyes of the two people met in the air, and sparks seemed to burst out.
"Truss, it's time to start!"
Bibi Dong said lightly.
"As you command!"
Truss walked to the edge of the high platform and overlooked more than 100,000 people below.
"Today is the last day of Number One Under Heaven Martial Arts Tournament!"
"And today, His Holiness the Pope came to watch the game despite his busy schedule!"
Truss's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
The eyes of more than 100,000 people instantly focused on the golden figure on the high platform.
Sitting on the throne.
The silver-white veil trembled slightly in the breeze, and the exposed phoenix eyes calmly swept below.
But it has an intimidating aura.
Even the air seemed to be stagnant due to this gaze.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
For a while.
Spirit Hall's subordinates shouted in unison.
Soul Power is agitated and the battle is surging.
More than 100,000 people in the audience knelt down on one knee facing Bibi Dong.
The few people who didn't kneel seemed so special.
Tang Hao snorted coldly.
Face disdain.
other side.
Tang Xiao, who was hiding in the corner, silently took Tang Yuehua at a distance.
So as not to attract attention.
"Old Zhao, do you really want to continue competing?"
"Forget it."
Flender swallowed his throat.
I don't want Zhao Wuji to take risks.
Zhao Wuji thought for a while and shook his head, "I'm here now."