Douluo: Lucky Star lost 700 games in a row at the beginning, and the harvest

Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes were filled with doubts. Is this the temperament of the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?

If this is the case, then there is no difference between the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the Zhu Family and the Dai Family.

"Gui knows what he is thinking, but it won't work!"

Ning Rongrong still said angrily. Ning Fengzhi had many women, and Ning Rongrong also had several brothers.

It’s just that Ning Rongrong is the youngest and has the best talent, which is why she became the little princess and little witch of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Qian Renxue looked at Zhu Rong and a smile appeared on her lips.

This brother seems to be extremely cold, but he actually cares for her very much. Is he cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

"What a proud little fellow..."

It would be better to make Ning Fengzhi angry and leave. This way, she can talk less and reduce the risk of being exposed.

"Now that I have seen him, I should go back..."

"Tomorrow, let's go tomorrow..."

"Next time we meet, brother, you will see a different me..."

For a moment, Qian Renxue was filled with thoughts.

She is the "Crown Prince of Tiandou Empire" and cannot leave for too long.

Time passes, early morning hours.

Today's Soto City is a bit quieter than usual.

The impact of last night's large-scale group battle involving hundreds of people was far more than just a little.

Hundreds of Fallen have gathered, and all of them are powerful warriors above the Soul King level.

Such a lineup is a force that cannot be ignored wherever it is placed.

Fortunately, the Spirit Hall, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the masters in the city joined forces to execute these fallen ones on the spot.

Those who came to support gained both fame and fortune because they killed these fallen ones and protected the civilians in the city.

As for the influence of Zhu Rong and Qian Renxue, it was as if most of the information had been erased, so everyone just passed them over.

The story of a Four-Ring Soul Sect taking the full-strength attack from two Soul Saints was directly wiped out!

It was as if there was an invisible hand controlling everything.

"Feng Zhi, is this really okay?"

"Uncle Jian, the influence of the Spirit Hall cannot be any higher. Look, the Spirit Hall itself has not come out to explain."

"But, by doing this, isn't it helping the Spirit Hall hide these two evildoers?"

"Hahaha, Uncle Jian, if the big forces do a little research on this matter, they will know the truth. How could it be hidden?"

"All we have to do is weaken their influence among the civilians. They only believe what the majority says. It's always been like this, isn't it?"

"I still don't approve of this kind of petty trick, but you are the sect leader, you have your own considerations, and I don't object."

"Thank you, Uncle Jian! I still think that woman looks very familiar..."

"..."

Feeling the wetness on his cheeks, he looked at the token on the table and the letter that was pressed down by the token.

Zhu Rong curled his lips. Qian Renxue really treated him as her own brother.

After putting away the token and the letter, Zhu Rong lay down on the bed again, staring at the ceiling, speechless for a long time.

"I will just be your arrogant and indifferent good brother for now."

"I hope that when you learn the truth, you won't be so sad that you'll come to me and cry and make a scene, and then hang yourself..."

As for the letter, Zhu Rong did not open it to read. This was written by Qian Renxue to her brother. He was not...

At the same time, far away in Wuhun City, in the Wuhun Hall.

Two people whose strength has reached the pinnacle of the world are confronting each other.

"Bibi Dong, I think you already know about his affairs."

An old man in a white robe, with gray but neatly groomed hair, stared at the people in the hall with sharp eyes and said expressionlessly.

This person is none other than the former Pope of the Spirit Hall and the current High Priest of the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu.

With the help of the angel Ba Kao, his strength reached the peak of the human world, level 99.

Moreover, he took a small step towards the ninety-ninth level...

Sitting on the high platform is the current Pope, Bibi Dong.

"Yes, it really scared this Pope. One yellow, two purple and one black, it's amazing..."

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes condensed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she gently stroked the scepter in her hand and smiled.

Having said this, she paused and continued:

"Such a genius was not born in the Spirit Hall. I was planning to send the ghosts to get rid of him..."

"you dare!"

Qian Daoliu stared at Bibi Dong intently, and the semi-god-level soul power pressure crushed towards Bibi Dong.

"puff……"

Bibi Dong groaned, a trickle of fresh snow flowing out from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes did not change.

Angels, they all deserved to die! Moreover, that person might be Qianxunji's orphan...

"Why shouldn't I?! Eradicating all those who may threaten the status of Spirit Hall, isn't this what you expect? This is also my duty as the Pope!"

Bibi Dong wiped the "ketchup" from the corner of her mouth, stared at Qian Daoliu, and spoke in a cold tone.

But in Bibi Dong's heart, the world was in turmoil at this moment. Is the gap between level 98 and level 99 so big?

Qian Daoliu's strength gave her a new impression.

She was definitely no match for the man in front of her right now, even if he couldn't kill her...

"Bibi Dong, the matter between you and Ji'er should not involve the next generation! Besides, Ji'er is already dead! Do I need to say more about who killed him?"

Qian Daoliu pointed at Bibi Dong and said angrily.

Qian Daoliu knew exactly how Qian Xunji died. If it weren't for this woman, Xue'er's mother, he would have killed her long ago!

He was in the wrong, that was his son after all!

Having experienced the pain of losing a son in old age, do I now have to experience the pain of losing a grandson?

"This child is innocent. He has inherited the glory and justice of an angel. I will not allow you, or your people, to attack him!"

"Glory, justice?"

Bibi Dong sneered. This old guy kept talking about benevolence and righteousness, but didn't she know what he was thinking?

"You are attracted by the inheritance behind him!"

One yellow, two purple and one black, if this isn’t the inheritance from gods, or a test from gods, then what is it?

"If this boy has no inheritance behind him, would you, old man, still hope that he would return to the Spirit Hall?"

Seeing Bibi Dong's cold sneer, Qian Daoliu became even more furious!

"Hmph! Bibi Dong, if I ever find out what you're up to, your position as Pope will be over!"

After Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he waved his hand and left the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong and Zhu Rong were actually wrong. They underestimated the old man's magnanimity.

Even if Zhu Rong had not obtained the "inheritance" from the outside world, Qian Daoliu would not kill him. After all, he was his "grandson", so how could he bear to do that to him?

As for the inheritance of the Angel God, they are all descendants, so what difference does it make who becomes a god?

"Just wait, old man..."

Chapter 110: Picking trouble with Shrek, punching Li Yusong, and kicking Ma Hongjun

The Spirit Hall is located on the highest mountain in Spirit City.

These include the Pope's Palace, the Elders' Palace, the Worship Palace, the Douluo Palace, etc.

Outsiders have no idea what is discussed in the Pope's Palace.

However, after this meeting between the high priest and the Pope, the relationship between the two became even more strained.

At noon, two figures walked on the path outside Soto City.

The man looked straight ahead, with a faint smile on his face. He looked very sunny...

"A new day starts with beating up Tang San!"

"If Tang San was on the other side last night, my combat power would have been greatly improved. What a pity, what a pity..."

Zhu Rong secretly expressed his pity a few times, then stopped thinking about it, shook his head, and threw away the complicated emotions in his mind.

It's quite strange to say, but this year when he was walking on the street, he heard other people talking.

They were all about Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi arriving in time to kill the Fallen.

He, Zhu Rong! Yesterday, he used his first soul skill to block the full force attack of two soul saint-level masters.

Moreover, he also killed more than twenty Soul Kings and several unlucky Soul Emperors!

Isn’t such a record worth discussing?

"It seems that someone is deliberately fanning the flames behind the scenes to prevent me from gaining some influence!"

"Oh, this is good too, quiet and peaceful."

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong!"

Zhu Rong stopped and turned around to look.

"hiss……"