Douluo: I will never forget the night Ah Yin bowed his head.

Chapter 137 Purple Record Medal
"Although Chen Mo is a Soul Sect, he is not a Soul King. I apply for a fight with him, otherwise I don't think he is qualified to stand with me."

Yan's voice shocked the entire audience.

Bibi Dong clenched her scepter tightly, but her years of cultivating qi made her calm down.

"Asshole, this is not your place to be arrogant. Don't rely on your talents to do anything arrogant!"

Snake Spear Douluo flew out a spear directly.

He directly smashed Yan until he vomited blood.

Yan rolled a few times and fell off the stage, falling to the ground.

Bibi Dong didn't expect it, Chen Mo didn't expect it, and everyone present didn't expect it.

But no one said anything.

Yan's move was indeed too presumptuous.

You don't take the Pope seriously at all. Didn't you see that all the people who were gossiping before were beaten out?

A wise person keeps his mouth shut.

There is no one here who is ignorant.

Xie Yue quickly appeared next to Yan and helped Yan up, then looked at Bibi Dong sincerely: "Your Majesty the Pope, Yan was confused for a moment, please forgive me, Elder She, please show mercy."

Then he whispered to Yan: "Don't be stupid."

"I don't agree!"

Yan yelled.

The audience was silent.

"Can you say that again."

Bibi Dong asked once.

"I don't accept it. He Chen Mo doesn't deserve to stand beside me, nor does he deserve to be my teammate. He doesn't deserve to win the glory of the National Elite Competition with me."

Yan yelled hysterically, and he had a hot temper. At this moment, he seemed to have shouted out all his previous dissatisfaction.

He Yan, a 20-year-old soul king, has the top fire attribute martial soul, the flame lord, and is the king of flames.

How could he accept being defeated by Chen Mo's fire rabbit?

The goddess he loved and pursued so hard was defiled by Chen Mo, but the goddess was still friendly to him and cold to him. Why?

What's wrong with him? Is it because he lost last time?
He cannot accept his own failure, nor can he accept defeat by his love rival, who is younger than himself.

Bibi Dong looked at Chen Mo with a calm face: "Yan insists on fighting you, what do you think?"

Chen Mo shrugged slightly and spread his hands: "I won't fight. I will wait for the ceremony to end and go back to practice."

"No!"

Yan glared at Chen Mo, his eyes gradually turned bloody, and the temperature of his body continued to rise.

Xie Yue was stunned and quickly let go of her hand.

Yan was like a giant lava beast, with thick smoke starting to emit from his body.

The Fire Lord roared, gathering flames in his hands and spurting out.

Fierce waves of fire surged.

Chen Mo frowned slightly, Yan, did he dare to do it right here? In full view of everyone, did he dare?
Will Bibi Dong let it go?
Let’s wait and see.

Chen Mo raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong again.

"presumptuous!"

Bibi Dong waved her scepter, and the overwhelming pressure instantly caused Yan's energy and blood to surge, causing him to vomit out a mouthful of blood.

The Fire Lord was reduced to nothing.

He fell to the ground with a glance.

"Yan ignored the rules in the palace and was deprived of his qualifications for the Purple Record Medal. He was banned from the palace for one year."

Bibi Dong loudly announced the verdict.

Such punishment is also reasonable.

But in fact, it is enough to be deprived of the medal, and a one-year ban is a bit heavy.

It also left Yan with no way to trouble Chen Mo anymore.

It seems that in the heart of the Pope, Chen Mo is more important than Yan.

Pay more attention to the youngest soul sect in this continent in the future.

In this ceremony, Yan who fainted became the biggest clown.His original intention was to defeat Chen Mo in front of everyone and then humiliate him.

But now it's like this.

Xie Yue let out a long sigh, it would have been fine if she had held back for a while, why was she so unable to hold back her anger?

The investiture ceremony is still going on.

Issued by the Pope himself.

Bibi Dong walked up to Xie Yue with the medal in hand: "Practice well and take on the important task of guarding the Spirit Hall and protecting mankind in the future."

Xie Yue looked proud and nodded heavily: "Student understands."

The purple medal is very dazzling under the sun.

Bibi Dong walked up to Hu Liena.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Hu Liena smiled sweetly.

Then he walked up to Chen Mo and the two looked at each other.

Bibi Dong lowered her voice and looked at Chen Mo: "You are satisfied with my arrangement."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope."

Chen Mo said thank you, but he felt careless in his heart.

Everything is just a show for yourself.

At this time, preparing some soul bones as a reward for Chen Mo would make him happier.

"Work hard, I like you very much."

Bibi Dong patted Chen Mo's shoulder.

"Students understand."

Chen Mo nodded.

Only the two of them know how much sincerity there is and how much falsehood there is.

His chest sank, and the dazzling purple medal hung on it.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, Chen Mo and the others turned around and faced the hundreds of people below.

Xie Yue looked arrogant, and Hu Liena also looked arrogant.

Only Chen Mo looked in front of him calmly.

Speaking of which, it feels like a primary school where you speak under the national flag every Monday and wear a red scarf under the national flag and be personally commended by the principal.

A little cool.

The corners of Chen Mo's mouth rose slightly.

Once upon a time, the adopted orphan from Notting City could reach here step by step with difficulty.

The ceremony is over.

Chen Mo left Wuhun Hall and bought a bag of candy cookies.

Returned to Wuhun Junior Soul Master Academy.

He didn't come to find the teacher, but went straight to the back mountain.

Under the green mountain, in front of a grave, Chen Mo took a broom and swept it clean.

He brought a cup, filled it with tea, and placed it in front of the grave.

I took out a small plate and filled it with icing sugar.

"Old man, have you seen this thing? You may not know it. Let me explain it to you. This is called the Purple Record Medal. It is the highest honor for the younger generation in the Spirit Hall, the holy land of mainland spirit masters. It is only awarded to geniuses. Yes, I told you a long time ago that with my two and a half years of practice, I will definitely be able to debut in the C position."

"No, this is proof of genius. The Wuhun Hall has only had dozens of students over the years, and I am one of them now."

"It's just that I don't want this honor. It's a shackle. I prefer freedom. I shouldn't be able to stay in Wuhun Palace for long. I don't know exactly how long. I just want to work hard. You can change places with me. Ha ha."

"You are willing to go with me."

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence. When the time comes, I will dig you out and take you with me, and you and I will see the many scenery of this continent."

Chen Mole smiled cheerfully. As expected, chatting with the old man was the most comfortable. He could take off all disguises, speak the truest words, and speak freely.

"I don't want this medal anymore. I'll give it to you to play with."

Chen Mo took off the medal on his chest and buried it in the ground.

(End of this chapter)