Douluo: The Pope at the beginning, suppressing Haotian

Chapter 5: Doesn’t An want to do something fun?
"Don't you want to do something fun?"

Bibi Dong sat on Pei An's lap, her arms gently around Pei An's neck, her eyes as charming as silk and her breath as sweet as orchid.

Listening to Bibi Dong's suggestive words, Pei An had a calm expression and a peaceful heart.

It’s nothing, it’s just a habit.

He has been teased by this girl many times over the years.

This girl is not the crazy woman in the original novel. Although she looks wild now, she is actually just a master of theory.

When he gets serious, he is more cowardly than anyone else.

Pei An didn't force girls to have any hobbies, and he was always in a dilemma because of her.

Over time, he has become almost immune.

"Stop it."

Pei An pushed Bibi Dong's pretty face aside in annoyance.

"There's a dinner party coming up, stop messing around!"

He slapped away Bibi Dong's naughty little hand that was on his collar.

Bibi Dong seems to be obsessed with her chest muscles, and she likes to take advantage of Pei An's chest from time to time.

Pei An's eyes swept across Bibi Dong's towering figure.

She is not young herself, so how could she have such a weird hobby?

Bibi Dong, whose little hand was knocked off, stuck out her pink little tongue awkwardly.

Of course she knew that it was not good to touch him now, but she couldn't help but do it!

She didn't want to, but she had no choice!

"gone."

Seeing that it was almost time, Pei An pulled Bibi Dong out of the hall and headed to where the dinner was being prepared.

…………

Most of the guests have arrived in the magnificent hall.

They were wearing expensive clothes, holding goblets, and talking and laughing with each other.

Pei An and Bibi Dong's arrival instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Although they did not make a particularly high-profile appearance, nor did they have a father-in-law-like character shouting words like "His Holiness the Pope has arrived", their outstanding looks and temperament still made them the focus of the audience as soon as they arrived.

Pei An pulled Bibi Dong to sit at the table in the middle.

He didn't take the initiative to talk to anyone.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, there is no need for him to lower himself like this in his own home ground.

However, not long after Pei An and Bibi Dong sat down, two figures walked towards them.

Ning Fengzhi, wearing a white dress, came to Pei An with Sword Douluo.

Ning Fengzhi's elegant face was filled with a warm smile, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

It has to be said that Ning Fengzhi is indeed quite accomplished in this regard.

They are all fake smiles. Some people's smiles make people feel very uncomfortable at first glance, but Ning Fengzhi's smile gives you a very comfortable feeling.

On the surface, there's really nothing wrong with it.

It is not easy for Ning Fengzhi to achieve this.

"His Holiness the Pope."

Ning Fengzhi raised his glass and took the initiative to greet everyone.

Pei An did not put on a cold expression. He raised the goblet in his hand slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face: "Master Ning, I have heard a lot about you."

Ning Fengzhi remained calm on the surface, but was stunned in his heart.

I recognized his identity at first sight. It seems that the new Pope had done some research in advance.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was standing by, came into close contact with Pei An, and his usually calm expression changed slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, Your Highness, do you also practice swordsmanship?"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin was extremely sensitive to swordsmanship. He hadn't noticed it during the succession ceremony due to the distance, but now, face to face, he could clearly feel the faint sword intent coming from Pei An.

If you don't have a certain level of attainment in swordsmanship, there is absolutely no way to possess this kind of sword intent.

"of course!"

Before Pei An could speak, Bibi Dong beside him spoke first.

Suddenly realizing something, she quickly closed her mouth and looked at Pei An beside her.

After seeing Pei An nod slightly, Bibi Dong continued, her face full of pride:
"An's martial soul is a sword-type martial soul, so he naturally practices the way of the sword."

"Even the chief priest has praised An's amazing talent in swordsmanship more than once."

Pei An's martial soul is called the Sword of Judgment of Living Beings, a top-level martial soul that is mainly used for killing and secondary for assistance.

As the owner of a sword-type martial soul, practicing swordsmanship is naturally essential.

In the Spirit Hall, the one who has gone the furthest in the way of swordsmanship is undoubtedly the Angel Douluo Qian Daoliu.

Because of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, Qian Daoliu would sometimes guide Pei An on some sword issues, but due to some concerns, Qian Daoliu always kept some reservations and even deliberately said some ambiguous things.

Pei An mostly learned the sword skill on his own.

But even so, Pei An's attainments in swordsmanship still made rapid progress.

He considered Qian Daoliu's teachings on his own merits.

At the age of twelve, he had already comprehended the sword intent that countless sword practitioners dreamed of.

Qian Daoliu felt jealous when he saw this.

If Pei An had not already been a disciple of Golden Crocodile Douluo, and Qian Daoliu really couldn't be so shameless, he would have wanted to snatch Pei An away to be his own disciple.

Hearing that Pei An also practiced swordsmanship, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes lit up.

In fact, there are not many people on Douluo Continent who are truly accomplished in the way of the sword.

Chen Xin was immediately delighted: "I wonder if I can learn from His Majesty the Pope's tactics?"

"Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi frowned.

Although he could probably understand Chen Xin's feelings, inviting the new Pope to fight in such an occasion would easily cause misunderstanding.

If a conflict arises between the two major forces, it will be a big trouble.

Chen Xin was no fool, and he quickly realized what was happening. He quickly apologized and explained, "Your Holiness, I didn't mean anything else, it's just..."

"Your Majesty Sword Douluo, please don't say more. I understand." Pei An spoke up to stop Chen Xin from continuing to explain.

He also noticed that many eyes were focused on him during the dinner.

It seems these people are still very curious about him, the new Pope...

Although relying solely on Qian Daoliu's position as Pope may appear to be no problem, it ultimately fails to convince people.

Some things are better seen in person.

The Sword Douluo Chen Xin in front of him is a good choice to establish his authority.

"It doesn't matter." Pei An waved his hand, "Since His Majesty Sword Douluo wants to spar with me, as the host, I naturally cannot refuse."

"That's perfect. I also want to see how Jian Douluo's swordsmanship differs from mine."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi stopped trying to stop him and just nodded softly: "Then I'll trouble the Pope."

He also wanted to see the strength of the new Pope.

It is hard to believe that a nineteen-year-old Contra player can do this.

Only by seeing it with his own eyes could Ning Fengzhi truly believe this incredible thing.

"Then I invite His Majesty the Pope to fight outside the palace."

Chen Xin was already a little impatient.

Pei An drank the wine in the cup and stood up, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"please."

(End of this chapter)