Chapter 42 Bibi Dong’s plan, the two guardians of Qibao!
Honey trap?
No, Hu Liena has completely fallen in love with Yang Potian, and might even sell out her Spirit Hall.
Come hard?
Even worse, the Pozhi clan is famous for being tough on the continent.
Come on soft?
It seems that you can try it, but this will only lower the dignity of the Spirit Hall. One Soul Douluo is not enough for the Spirit Hall to swallow its pride and win him over.
Bibi Dong also admired Yang Potian's courage and talent. He was truly the most powerful genius in the continent. No one had ever heard of someone who reached level 88 Soul Douluo at the age of .
"Nana is in Tiandou City recently, right?" Bibi Dong suddenly spoke
"Yes, Pope. The Golden Generation has already begun to deal with the affairs of the main hall. Yan is still lying in bed." Yue Guan nodded and replied
"Let Nana contact Yang Potian and let him feel the goodwill of our Spirit Hall. Let Nana secretly find out what happened to Yang Potian and be careful not to let him discover our purpose."
Soon Bibi Dong gave orders to Yue Guan.
"His Majesty the Pope."
Yue Guan answered respectfully.
Eight rings lasted for 100,000 years, which made Bibi Dong wonder whether Yang Potian had accepted the inheritance of Shenqi.
If he really accepted the inheritance from God, Bibi Dong would do everything in her power to bring Yang Potian to the united front, no matter what the cost.
"By the way, is there any news about Wang Hai?" Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly flashed with coldness, and her tone turned cold.
This Wang Hai was pretending to obey her but actually disobeying her. She remembered clearly that she had asked Wang Hai to come back two days ago.
But now there has been no letter from Wang Hai.
Did she really think that she wouldn't dare to touch him just because there was the figure of the Worship Hall behind him?
She is the real Pope of this Spirit Hall, and everyone must obey her orders.
"No, there is no news from the Kingdom of Osway."
"Let the ghost investigate. Use force if necessary."
"Yes! I'll go inform the old ghost right away."
This Wang Hai did a lot of things behind people's backs. He even did not spare the maids in the Spirit Temple. All the maids who were slightly pretty were played with by him.
He had even planned to target Ling Yuan before.
The bad-tempered Lingyuan Douluo almost barbecued Wang Hai's bird and fed it to the dog.
Although Pope Bibi Dong stepped forward to stop it, Wang Hai suffered a lot, so he no longer dared to take action against Ling Yuan.
If Wang Hai was not a Titled Douluo and still had some value, Bibi Dong's Holy Spirit City would definitely not have room for this scumbag.
"Report! Your Holiness, this is the news from the Holy Lady of Tiandou City." A soldier walked into the hall and handed the envelope to Bibi Dong, then left.
Bibi Dong opened the envelope with her slender fingers and began to read.
After reading it, he slowly handed it to Yue Guan.
"Sure enough, my guess was right. This Yang Potian is the guy who is suspected to be a Super Douluo. He is really terrifying." Bibi Dong sighed slightly
If Yang Potian was born in their era, what would they have to do?
Whether it is Jiandao Chenxin, Weird Ancient Banyan, Haotian Tang Hao, Xiaotian Tang Xiao, Saint Bibi Dong, or Pope Qianxunji, they will all be ruthlessly suppressed by Yang Potian.
This is a groundbreaking genius.
"Go down, don't act rashly against Yang Potian for the time being." Bibi Dong waved her hand and turned around, leaving the two of them with a beautiful back view.
Jing Wuhen clenched his fists when he saw the somewhat lonely figure.
"I must break through to the Title Douluo level and become the sharpest knife under Pope Bibi Dong."
Jing Wuhen swore to himself to hide the love in his eyes in his heart.
Yue Guan and Jing Wuhen left the Pope's Palace.
After a while, a black figure left the Spirit Temple. He was so fast that he appeared a hundred meters away in a flash.
This person is none other than the great elder under Bibi Dong, Guimei!
Scouting, assassination, and harassment are Gui Mei's specialties, and his status is a little higher than Yue Guan. A hundred miles outside Tiandou City, there is a sect located here. A towering seven-treasure glazed tower is a landmark building, and it is firmly guarded by several mountains nearby.
The mountain gate is tall and steep, making it an easy place to defend but difficult to attack.
From time to time, you can see flying soul masters patrolling in the sky.
This is the headquarters of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
In the main hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were discussing Yang Potian's return in the main hall when suddenly the wind chimes at the entrance of the main hall emitted a radical music.
This hall was specially built so that whenever the wind blows, the wind chimes will produce pleasant music.
But at this moment, the music was filled with a strong sword intent.
A breeze appeared in the hall, and a figure was seen coming towards the door with his hands behind his back and his feet on the Seven Killing Sword, surrounded by milky white soul power fluctuations.
Sword Dou Luo Chenxin!
Recognized as the best sword technique in the world.
Chen Xin looks like an old man, wearing a spotless snow-white robe. His hair and beard are all white, with long silver hair neatly combed behind his back. He has a simple appearance, a face as delicate as a baby's, a very indifferent expression, and his eyes seem to be unable to see anything around him.
"You old bitch are so stuffy, that's enough!" Gu Rong glanced at Chen Xin's Seven Killing Swords, hiding the envy in his eyes.
Chen Xin glanced at Gu Rong and said nothing.
"How is it, Uncle Jian, have you seen Yang Potian?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.
They both knew that Chen Xin had been interested in Yang Potian a few years ago, but since Yang Potian was not strong enough, he didn't want to bully the weak, so he gave up the idea.
But now Yang Potian has returned again and is fighting with Nordiara outside the city, which makes Chen Xin unable to bear it anymore.
After informing Ning Fengzhi, he quickly flew out on his sword.
"It's this dead skeleton who wasted my time before leaving. By the time I arrived, the battle was over and most people had left."
Chen Xin was in a bad mood.
This is thanks to the powerful intelligence network of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Otherwise, by the time Sword Douluo got there, it would be too late.
"Hey! You can't blame me for this, you're just slow. If it were me, I would have arrived long ago!"
Gu Rong smiled proudly. His speed and defense were extremely powerful, and he was known to bring the most secrets.
If he went, he might actually be able to catch up.
"I think your bones are aging and need to be exfoliated!"
A light blue sword intent slowly emanated from Chen Xin's body, and a Seven Killing Sword was floating behind him, with an astonishing momentum.
"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
Gu Rong chuckled and released his own aura, with black soul power wrapped around his body. He was not afraid of Chen Xin at all.
Although Chen Xin is level 96 and he is level 95, with the help of the characteristics of his own martial soul, Chen Xin cannot defeat him in less than two hundred rounds!
What's more, he often practiced with Chen Xin and was familiar with Chen Xin's Seven Killing Sword Techniques and the way he exerted force.
Of course, the two of them were basically just sparring with each other and there was no real fight.
If it really comes to a life-and-death battle, Gu Rong will definitely not be a match for Chen Xin, and he can only run away, because he knows that Chen Xin has magical killing skills inherited from his ancestors.
Killing sword technique!
And his own unique self-created soul skills.
(End of this chapter)