Qian Daoliu, Grand Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Confronts Bibi Dong

Lin Qingmo, the person involved, did not have any anger on his face, but showed an extremely playful expression.

He looked Yu Xiaogang up and down.

That look was like looking at a new animal in the zoo with special behavior.

But my heart was already filled with joy: I was sent face-slapping material to my doorstep. If I didn't accept it, I would be sorry for this wave of strong performances.

Because he is live streaming.

Almost immediately, the group chat interface was occupied by the live broadcast screen.

High image quality, lossless, and a bit of surround sound effect.

The lingering sound of Yu Xiaogang's phrase "even this kind of waste has been collected" was heard clearly by Chat Group members.

[Bingbing]: Pfft!

Ice Empress was the first to utter a simple onomatopoeia, with an undisguised sneer.

[Bingbing]: Who is this human being? His brain is frozen by the cold wind of Far North?

[Bingbing]: Although Lin Qingmo's current level of cultivation is no different from that of a newly hatched chick, how can this person be qualified to say that he is a waste?

Ice Empress's tone was full of arrogance and sarcasm belonging to Ferocious Beast.

[Bingbing]: According to his standard, 99% of the human beings on this continent are not even the residue of waste?

[Green Green Grass]: A-Qing is not trash.

Ah Yin's writing is always simple, but at this moment it is full of determination and even a little angry.

[Green Green Grass]: This person is not good and has a plan to die.

She used words she learned from Lin Qingmo.

Although it doesn't look very good, I think it's appropriate to use it here.

[Little Witch]: This wretched uncle is from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a trash Soul Master who is decades old and is still level 29. I really don't understand where he got the courage to comment on A-Qing, a 12-year-old Soul Ancestor. It's shameless.

Ning Rongrong even complained in his heart: A-Qing If A-Qing is waste, then who are we? Waste?

She was scolded very happily in the group.

In reality, my face is a bit red.

Partly I was angry, and partly I was a little embarrassed because my image also appeared in the group.

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: This person has poor judgment and I don't think he is qualified to be a teacher.

Zhu Zhuqing gave a brief evaluation.

But this evaluation shows her doubts and denial of Yu Xiaogang.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: Why did the live broadcast suddenly start?

Lin Qingmo looked at Yu Xiaogang with great interest and replied instantly in the group.

[Daddy Douluo]: It's nothing special, I just suddenly wanted to share some 'human reality' with you and see how the real Theory Master teaches on the spot.

[Daddy Douluo]: Free clown show, don't watch it in vain.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Humph! What Grandmaster is, he is just a self-righteous piece of trash. I hate him so much!

Xiao Wu responded angrily.

The other party dared to say that A-Qing was not good.

If A-Qing hadn't been right in front, she might have rushed up and kicked Yu Xiaogang a few times.

However, two people in the group fell into unusual silence at this moment.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]:...

[The Pope Herself]:...

Blue Tyrant Academy.

In the room of Liu Erlong.

The tea cup in her hand stopped mid-air, and a few drops of hot tea splashed on the back of her hand, but she didn't even notice it.

Live broadcast Light Screen was suspended in front of her.

Yu Xiaogang's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and the words coming out of his mouth were extremely clear.

Saw him again.

Liu Erlong thought his heartbeat would speed up and his blood would rush.

The feelings that have been unforgettable and even morbid for many years will be revived.

But none.

Very strange.

My heart felt calm, even a little... numb.

Especially when she saw Yu Xiaogang using that condescending and contemptuous tone, pointing at the young man who she had witnessed step by step struggling to rise and creating many miracles, calling him a "waste".

Liu Erlong is a proud person.

Her pride, hidden beneath her fiery temper, is deeper than anyone else's.

She who used to be Love-Brain could go crazy for Yu Xiaogang, wait for him, and fall out with her family for him.

But that is based on the basis that "he is special, his talent is underappreciated, and he is worthy."

But now, what did she see with her own eyes?

A man who was immersed in old theories and stuck in his own way spoke nonsense to a young man who had a weak starting point and punched his fate brazenly, and really broke the sky.

A-Qing is waste?

Then what is the Blue Tyrant Academy that she Liu Erlong has supported for so many years? Is it a joke?

A strong sense of disappointment and even a sense of absurdity with a bit of doubt came up.

Colder than anger.

More empty than sad.

She put down the tea cup, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the rough patterns on the cup wall, and the corners of her mouth curled into a bitter arc.

"Xiao Gang ah Xiao Gang..."

She whispered to herself in a voice that only she could hear,

"Is it possible that in all these years, it seems that I have never seen you clearly..."

"What I like, what I'm waiting for may just be the shadow of my own imagination..."

The filter is broken.

It's not a sudden explosion.

Instead, it peels off silently, revealing the truth that may have been rusted behind.

At the same time.

Spirit City Pope Palace deep.

Bibi Dong is sitting on the tall Pope Throne, and the gorgeous Pope robe is lingering on the ground.

In front of her was also the live broadcast Light Screen that only she could see.

There is no expression on the beautiful face, and the deep Purple Eyes is like a thousand-year cold pool, reflecting the pointing figure of Yu Xiaogang.

There were no complicated emotions surging in her eyes.

Only the cold and pure killing intent.

The murderous intent was bone-chilling, making the already low temperature in the Pope Palace seem to have dropped a few degrees further.

"Waste..."

Her red lips parted slightly and she uttered two words.

"How dare you say A-Qing is a waste!"

What white moonlight?

What is the regret of not getting what you asked for?

It's just a yoke you put on yourself when you were young and ignorant, and a fantasy gold dust applied to a person who is not worthy at all.

Now, the gold powder was peeled off by his own hands, revealing the unbearable mud inside.

But Mu Tu dared to taint the person she chose. She recognized the disciple who she loved and was obsessed with.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Bibi Dong's cold voice repeated the name, and every syllable was filled with chill.

"You will die, and you will die ugly."

She no longer hides her murderous intent.

The killing intent was like a sleeping Ferocious Beast waking up, with Berserk and Sen Leng bursting out with her as the center to crush everything.

Not for old love.

Not out of spite.

Just because--he offended an existence that shouldn't be offended.

"Bibi Dong!"

A deep and majestic shout suddenly sounded in the empty Pope Palace.

The next second.

The golden light flashed slightly, and a figure seemed to appear out of thin air, standing under the steps of Pope Throne.

The person who came was wearing a simple gray robe, his beard and hair were all white, his face was majestic and calm, and his aura was as deep as a mountain, unfathomable.

It is Spirit Hall Grand Pontiff, Level 99 Peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu!

He frowned slightly and looked at Bibi Dong, who was on the throne without concealing his murderous intent.

He said in a deep voice, "Bibi Dong, restrain your murderous intent!"

"You are Spirit Hall Pope, and you should rule Soul Master. You should be tolerant of others, and your joy and anger should not be expressed in color."

"How unbecoming is such undisguised and crazy murderous intention!"