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The hidden weapons that Tang San shot out relied on various techniques and skills in the Hidden Weapon Hundred Solutions.
The hidden weapon that Ye Ling reflected back was a passive soul skill that controlled all metals, produced by combining the power of Wu Rushou, the ancestor of gold, with his soul ring.
There were no techniques or skills, but the hidden weapons that were reflected back were all powerful and heavy.
Tang San's figure moved around like a ghost, relying on his mysterious tracking to avoid the various hidden weapons that were reflected back at him.
Since he really couldn't avoid it, he used his black jade hand to take it forcibly.
Although he was a little embarrassed, he was able to dodge it thanks to the Tang Sect's unique skills.
"That's interesting."
Ye Ling raised his eyebrows.
Tang San is indeed the son of destiny. Although his character is not very good, he does have some abilities.
"But that's all."
Ye Ling stretched out his hand and pressed down on Tang San.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged in Tang San's heart.
But before he could dodge, a huge force field enveloped him.
Tang San only felt a huge pressure coming from all directions at the same time. Under this huge pressure, let alone dodging, even simple actions became extremely difficult.
"asshole!"
Tang San gritted his teeth and then suddenly lowered his head.
With a crisp sound, a seven-inch crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from behind him and headed straight for Ye Ling's head.
"It still looks dishonest."
"But these things are of no use to me."
A sinister look flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, and then he stretched out his hand and accurately flicked the crossbow arrow that was shot at him with his fingers.
clang!
A crisp sound.
The crossbow arrow reflected back at a speed a thousand times faster than when it was shot.
quick!
Too fast!
Even Tang San's Purple Demon Eye couldn't see clearly.
Tang San, who was suppressed by gravity, had no way to dodge.
He could only slightly sideways out of instinct and combat experience.
Phew!
The sound of the crossbow arrow piercing flesh was extremely clear.
This seven-inch long crossbow arrow shot by Tang San himself finally pierced through Tang San's arm and continued to pierce the ground.
"Xiao San!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot when he saw Tang San's arm was pierced.
The body that was pressed to the ground began to twist violently again.
"Behave yourself!"
The disciple of the Min clan who was holding Yu Xiaogang down was caught off guard and almost broke free. He angrily slapped Yu Xiaogang several times.
These slaps used soul power, and immediately made Yu Xiaogang bleed from the mouth and nose, and he could no longer speak.
"The son of destiny favored by the God Realm is indeed not that easy to kill."
Ye Ling frowned slightly.
Just now he clearly felt that the crossbow arrow he reflected back seemed to be interfered with by some kind of interference.
This resulted in the crossbow arrow that was originally shot at Tang San's head only piercing his arm.
"Whatever, whatever. If Tang San is killed prematurely, the days ahead will be very boring."
Ye Ling shook his head and pointed at Tang San, whose arms were drooping, and Yu Xiaogang, who was pinned to the ground with blood all over his face.
"Send them to the Spirit Hall and let them handle it."
"Yes, Young Pavilion Master!"
The two disciples of the Min clan responded.
"Leave it to the Spirit Hall?"
Before the two members of the Min clan could make any move, a slightly majestic but very pleasant voice suddenly reached everyone's ears.
"What's going on? Why do you, Butian Pavilion, want us, Wuhun Hall, to handle it?"
A woman dressed in a luxurious black robe inlaid with gold patterns, wearing a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, and holding a two-meter-long scepter inlaid with countless gems, walked slowly towards the gate of the Butian Chamber of Commerce, surrounded by the two Douluo Jue and Gui.
"Greetings to His Holiness the Pope!"
The crowd that had gathered at the entrance of the Chamber of Commerce to watch the excitement were startled the moment they saw the woman, and they all bowed down to her.
"Greetings, His Holiness the Pope. It is truly an honor for us to have His Holiness the Pope personally visit our Butian Chamber of Commerce."
This was not the first time Ye Ling and Bibi Dong met, and he bowed slightly to Bibi Dong.
As for kneeling and bowing like everyone else? What a joke!
"It's been a long time since we last met, Young Master Ye."
Seeing that Ye Ling was just bowing to her, the light in Bibi Dong's eyes instantly focused on Ye Ling.
"You want to test me by using your tricks to control Tang San?"
Ye Ling sneered in his heart, and then met Bibi Dong's gaze without giving in.
"boom!"
A muffled sound suddenly came from the place where their eyes met.
The invisible mental power spread out, making everyone around feel dizzy.
Bibi Dong's body swayed slightly, and her hand holding the scepter tightened a little.
"Young Master Ye is really capable."
Bibi Dong took two deep breaths before sneering at Ye Ling.
"Your Holiness is too kind."
Ye Ling took two steps back and replied with a forced smile.
In the mental confrontation between the two just now, Ye Ling was slightly at a disadvantage.
After all, Bibi Dong is not an ordinary Extreme Douluo.
She has twin martial souls and is the true heir to the gods.
If Tang San had not been tricked by the Asura God, he might not have been a match for Bibi Dong.
"Your Holiness the Pope."
After Ye Ling calmed down the dizziness in his head, he pointed at the two people on the ground and said.
"These two people, armed with your Spirit Hall's Honorary Elder Orders, came to the door of our Butian Chamber of Commerce to cause trouble."
"I originally wanted to take them to the Wuhun branch hall in Tiandou City. Now that His Holiness the Pope is here, I'll leave it to you."
Bibi Dong then turned her gaze towards the two people on the ground.
"It's you? Xiao...Yu Xiaogang!?"
Although Yu Xiaogang's face was covered in blood, Bibi Dong still recognized him at a glance.
"Your Holiness the Pope."
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head deeply, as if he didn't want Bibi Dong to see him in such a miserable state.
"Asshole!"
Bibi Dong slammed the scepter in her hand heavily on the ground.
The powerful soul power fluctuations instantly knocked away the disciples of the Min clan who were controlling Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
"Young Master Ye, who gave you the guts to treat the honorary elder of our Spirit Hall like this!"
Bibi Dong spoke word by word, and her originally beautiful face suddenly became ferocious and terrifying.
Yu Xiaogang is the thorn in her heart.
Whenever someone hurts Yu Xiaogang, it's like triggering her PDST (post-traumatic stress disorder).
"Honorary Elder of the Spirit Hall?"
Ye Ling sneered.
"Just because he's a fifty-year-old loser who's not even at level thirty?"
"You can't really blame me. Who knew your Spirit Hall's Honorary Elder would be this kind of person? That's why we had this misunderstanding today."
Hearing Ye Ling calling someone a waste, Yu Xiaogang's face turned red, while Bibi Dong's face turned ashen.
Ninety-nine levels of pressure suddenly erupted from Bibi Dong and pressed towards Ye Ling fiercely.
"Your Holiness, this is the territory of the Butian Pavilion."
A pleasant female voice sounded.
A woman whose appearance, figure, and even aura were no less impressive than Bibi Dong walked slowly to Ye Ling.
The same ninety-nine-level soul power pressure erupted from her body, suddenly colliding with the pressure released by Bibi Dong.
"Please exercise restraint."