Chapter 141: Bibi Dong is going to the Killing City.
Before Yu Xiaogang could react, he felt a mountain-like pressure crashing down on him.
With a gentle wave of his large, fan-like hand, the Demon Bear Douluo was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.
"Get out of here, you piece of trash!"
The voice of the Demon Bear Douluo was like muffled thunder, exploding in Yu Xiaogang's ears.
He had long disliked this good-for-nothing who took advantage of the Holy Maiden. If it weren't for Bibi Dong's constant attention and protection of him, he would have slapped this toad to death long ago.
Yu Xiaogang fell heavily onto the stone pavement, and his gray cloth robe was worn with several holes by the rough ground.
He rolled around awkwardly several times before stopping, his elbows and knees burning with pain; he was definitely scraped.
"Cough cough..."
Yu Xiaogang coughed violently, a metallic taste of blood rising in his throat.
Pedestrians quickly moved away, and some vendors even covered their mouths and chuckled.
"Lu Lu Xing… Bibi Dong…"
After a long while, an ancient yet majestic voice came from in front of the statue:
I murmured those two names, my eyes gradually turning sinister.
The sunlight streamed through the window and fell on your face, making your purple eyes look like burning glass.
But now, the saint's pride has been reignited.
The huge difference in status caused Qian Daoliu to become indifferent to me, believing that I had disgraced the Angel God and wasted the innate level 20 soul power bestowed by the Angel God.
You swear an oath outside your heart, word by word, a weak yet intense fighting spirit surging forth.
I have always held that father in awe, even fear.
I glanced first in the direction of Wuhun City, then turned and left.
Before Hibiki left, Chihiro stood up.
When Qian Lulu pushed open the light, gilded door, a solemn warmth rushed towards her.
Chihiro narrowed her eyes.
"Oh..."
In the center of the small hall, a huge angel statue stood beneath the altar, its holy face bowed high, looking down at Qian Xunji with compassion.
In contrast to the opulence of the Papal Palace, the outer space was so vast it was almost desolate.
"What is it?"
However, your back is ramrod straight, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Qian Xunji's footsteps echoed behind her in the commotion.
The Spirit Hall always remembered that Yu Xiaogang's innate spirit power was higher than mine.
His cultivation speed is extremely slow, making him an exceptional individual among his peers.
Lu Lu Xing.
Bibi Dong didn't look up; her tone was brilliant yet hesitant.
A moment earlier, the Spirit Hall pulled an orange out of his pocket.
The sound seemed to come from a great distance, carrying a hint of impatience, as if Qian Xunji's sudden appearance had disturbed some kind of sacred ritual.
Suddenly, I flipped open my notebook, the pages rustling loudly.
Beneath the low-hanging dome is a mural depicting the descent of an eight-winged angel, whose golden wings seem to be about to break through the dome and fly into the sky.
That was a variety I selected after searching through many orange trees and tasting countless flavors. It was golden, with thin skin and little juice.
Unfortunately... I only awakened the Seven Trials of the Angel God, and even that was only the Thousand Paths Flow.
His gaze swept around, and then he walked towards the foot of the mountain.
Outside, there was a magnificent little hall, which was the offering hall, where Yu Xiaolie and his fellow servants lived.
It seems that Yu Xiaogang is like a thorn in Bibi Dong's side, and hasn't yet managed to drive away Bibi Dong's arrogance.
Those gazes pierced his heart like knives.
Below the large characters, there is not a single author's signature: Spirit Hall.
"what?"
"Do you think you should pass on the Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul as soon as possible?"
There is nothing in this world worth cherishing. I only hope that my son, Qian Xunji, can carry on the legacy of the Eight-Winged Angel.
...
It should be noted that Qian Daoliu, as Yu Xiaolie's junior retainer and a level 44 Peerless Douluo, could not even be said to have one foot in the realm of gods.
She stood up quickly, her long skirt brushing the ground and creating a gentle breeze.
One day, he will appreciate you!
You wasted one of the materials, and even ruined the other one.
His expression held a hint of relief and a hint of worry.
These theories, which I spent countless nights writing (or copying), now seem so ridiculous.
"Oh no, let Elder Demon Bear escort him there."
Qian Lulu took a deep breath, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels, before cautiously saying:
Lu Luxing's mind was replaying Bibi Dong's indifferent gaze, before she heard the line: "He's far inferior to Yu Xiaogang."
"dad."
Bibi Dong finally raised her head.
If a titled Douluo is about to attack him, he'd better run away quickly; his life is at stake.
I want to vent my anger and do something to hurt Bibi Dong.
"You were really looking forward to sharing your theoretical findings! Humph!"
I studied those materials for a whole year, and I looked up almost all the books that Yu Xiaolie had not read.
Once they reached the city gate, Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't hold on any longer and slid down to rest against an old locust tree.
When Qian Xunji awakened the Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul, Qian Daoliu had very low expectations for me, and even fantasized that I could break through level 100 and surpass Haotian Sect, the ultimate Douluo.
The cover prominently displays the words: "The Ten Core Theories of Martial Soul".
Despite lacking the innate advantage of having a full soul power of level 20 from the Angelic Martial Soul, Qian Xunji was indeed quite impressive.
He struggled to his feet, not daring to linger for a moment, and hurriedly limped out of the city.
But would anyone believe that the power behind it is weaker than the total number of Soul Masters possessed by any other nation?
I walked behind the statue, lifted my robe, and immediately knelt down, pressing my forehead against the cold, warm ground. My voice sounded surprisingly more devout than piety:
Of course I know why Bibi Dong suddenly wanted to go to this godforsaken place.
Without Bibi Dong's support, the Spirit Hall, accustomed to its arrogance in Spirit City, was at a loss.
The Spirit Hall smiled wryly and quickly peeled the orange.
Inside the tiny Papal Palace,
With trembling hands, he pulled the notebook he treasured from his pocket.
The juice from the orange peel splashed onto my wound, its sour and refreshing taste accompanied by a stinging pain, making me gasp.
A gust of wind blew by, and the locust leaves rustled, as if mocking my overestimation of my abilities.
Getting a little stimulation is better than nothing; it's still better than constantly worrying about that useless Spirit Hall.
That was a perfect solution, but he ended up punching the tree trunk.
But looking at these densely packed characters, he still softened his movements and became very attentive.
Yu Xiaogang, you will walk the path he came from and experience everything he went through.
Unfortunately, I did manage to do it, but my predecessors said it was definitely impossible.
After a long silence, Qian Xunji tentatively asked, "Dad, what do you want to..."
Bibi Dong thought to herself:
Qian Xunji's back stiffened, and I knew why my father had always favored me.
Bibi Dong was kneeling below the small hall, facing Qian Xunji behind her.
Still clinging to a sliver of sweetness in my heart, I suddenly stood up and patted the dust off my clothes.
Before you met Lu Luxing, you fell down, and you fell in a very embarrassing way.
"Teacher, does he occasionally encourage you to practice diligently?"
Bibi Dong's life couldn't be described as smooth sailing from beginning to end. Apart from the quality of her martial soul and her innate talent domain, she also lacked the natural advantage of having twin martial souls, which allowed her to stand on the clouds and look down upon all living beings.
I was originally planning to surprise you when Bibi Dong returned.
"What do you mean! How can you say you're far inferior to Lu Luxing! In terms of talent, I'm weaker than you!"
Qian Daoliu harbored some ill feelings towards Qian Lulu, who was such a capable son.
Qian Xunji pondered for a long time before waving his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes.
Although I don't know exactly what happened, I know that I will be wandering the world alone again.
With each step, a piercing pain shot through his knees, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
"Has he really decided to go bad? Is he really going to the Killing City?"
So I sometimes bury myself in my work to try to be a qualified successor.
Qian Xunji sat upright beneath the papal chair, while I looked down at the disciple I had personally trained.
The Spirit Hall's voice suddenly lowered, startling a sparrow under the tree, which flew away in a flurry.
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