After Bibidon walked out with the four of them, all the people of the Martial Spirit Palace present knelt down on one knee to show their respect.
However, Tang San and the others didn't kneel down.
Of course, Wang Feng didn't kneel down either. In this kind of place, it was a kind of disrespect in theory, but there was no rule that said they had to kneel.
Just like the people of the Star Luo Empire, when they saw the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, they were not controlled by the Heaven Dou Empire, so they naturally didn't have to kneel down.
Seeing this, the red-robed bishop behind them was angry and was about to get angry.
But he was stopped by Bibidon with a wave of her hand.
Her eyes first swept over Shrek and the others, then quickly fell on Tang San.
Tang San was the disciple of the master, so Bibidon knew very well who Tang San was.
Although she was just examining them, there was a special majesty in her eyes. The seven of them did not dare to look her in the eye. Only Tang San's eyes were shining with purple light, and he barely dared to look Bibi Dong in the eye.
Wang Feng watched all this quietly. Bibidon was almost 50 years old and had rich experience. She had been in charge of the Martial Spirit Palace for so many years. Her power was released without being angry. Coupled with her hidden strength as a Titled Douluo, not to mention a Soul Ancestor over 40, even a Soul Emperor over 60 wouldn't dare to look at her.
Sometimes Wang Feng would think that the master's identity and Bibidon's identity were like heaven and earth. How did they fall in love with each other?
But thinking about it, Bibidon didn't care about a person's strength at that time, but more about a person's ability in all aspects.
Although the master's Martial Soul was trash, his upper limit was very low.
But his intelligence and wisdom were top-notch. In comparison, he could naturally attract others.
Bibidon was like this, and so was Liu Erlong.
Moreover, in the original work, Tang San's path in the early stage would have been many times more difficult without the guidance of the master.
Shrek's Seven Monsters wouldn't have existed.
Bibidon sized up Tang San for a while, but there was no change in his eyes. He just nodded slightly. His calm voice did not have any trace of age, only smooth and majestic.
"The student has surpassed the teacher. Not bad. Compared to your teacher back then, you don't lose to him."
Hearing this, many people were astonished, including the members of the Martial Spirit Palace.
After all, almost no one present knew the relationship between Bibidon and the Master.
Wang Feng was an exception.
Tang San, however, replied in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Your Highness, you flatter me. There is still a big gap between my teacher and me."
Although he was being modest, many people obviously didn't think so.
Bibidon didn't say anything more. She looked around Shrek and the others as if she was looking for another person, but she couldn't find him.
Thus, he did not look any further.
Tang San thought to himself. It seems that His Majesty the Pope knows a lot about us. He was probably looking for Big Brother Feng just now. Unfortunately, Big Brother Feng didn't come today.
Thinking of this, Tang San felt rather regretful.
Although the Master said that Big Brother Feng couldn't play in the finals and they could only rely on themselves.
But it was good to come and watch the competition anyway.
Only last night, Wang Feng came over to discuss tactics with them and the Master.
He told them that the golden generation was very likely to have a powerful Martial Soul Fusion skill and warned them to be careful. Also, they must pay attention to that Hu Liena.
He didn't say anything else.
At this time, Bibidon looked at a figure in another position.
He was wearing a black robe and a white mask. He looked like a lonely guest walking in the shadows, looking mysterious and cold.
"How dare you! Why don't you take off your mask when you see His Majesty the Pope?"
A red-robed bishop rebuked angrily, "This place is so sacred, how can you be so sneaky?"
In an instant, all eyes were focused on this figure.
Nine Open!
The Master outside the square frowned slightly and didn't say anything.
The members of the Martial Spirit Palace team and the three members of the golden generation were also staring at Nine Open.
In the hearts of the three of them, according to the analysis of many teachers and experts in the Martial Spirit Palace four days ago, they had already listed Nine Open as their biggest enemy.
It could be imagined how curious and attentive the three of them were to this Nine Open.
Bibidon was also watching Nine Open.
The mask only covered the face, but the eyes couldn't be mistaken. Compared to the purple light in Tang San's eyes before, this Nine Open's eyes were unusually calm, like a quiet pool. When he looked at her, there was no fluctuation.
Bibidon was a little surprised.
At this time, Wang Feng slowly opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice:
"I'm too ugly. If I take off the mask, I'm afraid I'll scare His Majesty the Pope.
Although His Majesty the Pope's eyes are like torches and he doesn't care about a person's appearance, if you suddenly let me take off the mask and scare His Majesty the Pope, wouldn't you commit a heinous crime? "
Hearing this, the whole place was silent in an instant.
The red-robed bishop was refuted to the point that he couldn't say a word. His face turned red and he pointed at Nine Open.
Pfft.
Hu Liena from the Golden Generation chuckled softly and blinked her eyes.
"This Nine Open, he's really bold."
Evil Moon and Yan didn't speak and just looked at Wang Feng seriously.
"You can leave."
Bibidon glanced at the red-robed bishop and said slowly, "This is his personal privacy. The competition doesn't stipulate that you can't wear a mask, and my Martial Spirit Palace doesn't have any rules that force everyone to show their face."
Ghost Douluo was a good example, although the two's status and strength were not comparable.
After saying that, Bibidon didn't look anymore. Instead, she walked to the high platform in the square and gave a simple speech.
Wang Feng nodded slightly. Although Bibidon was a villain in the original work, as the Pope of the Martial Spirit Palace, her words were indeed like a spring breeze, and there was no intention of coercion.
However, in front of everyone, in order to maintain the dignity of the Pope, she naturally wouldn't act recklessly.
After the speech, Bibidon waved the scepter in her hand gently.
Four Soul Bones directly floated in mid-air.
Wang Feng glanced at them. The highest among these Soul Bones was only about 50,000 years old, which wasn't bad.
However, Wang Feng didn't think much of them.
The 50,000-year-old Soul Bone was a skull. Other than that, there was also a left and right hand bone, and a leg bone.
They were all Soul Bones that were more than 10,000 years old.
"Among these four Soul Bones, the skull is the Skull of Wisdom, the right arm that can explode and burn, the left arm that can move mountains, and the left leg that can chase the wind at extreme speed.
They are all Soul Bones that are more than 10,000 years old, and the Skull of Wisdom is more than 50,000 years old. "
The one who spoke was the Chrysanthemum Douluo, who introduced them in a soft voice.
Although his voice gave everyone goosebumps, it was still very shocking.
Soul Bones that were more than 50,000 years old!
And the skull!
Among the Soul Bones, other than the External Soul Bones, the most precious parts were the torso and head!
One could imagine!
"There is only one champion in the competition, and the rewards only belong to the champion team."
Bibidon glanced at the 15 people. "This morning, you will participate in the individual competition. The team that stands at the end will directly enter the finals, and the remaining two teams will participate in the team competition in the afternoon to fight for the other spot in the finals."
"Now, you can send your team members to prepare for the competition."