Douluo: Protects Our Spirit Hall

With certainty in her heart, Bibi Dong immediately transmitted her soul power to summon ghosts:

"Elder Ghost, come to the Pope's Palace!"

Soon.

The ghostly figure gradually solidified in the dark mist, and then knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully:

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were cold, and she looked at the ghost who was kneeling on one knee, and said quietly:

"Elder Ghost, I have something for you to do."

"Your Majesty, please order!"

The ghost bowed his head and asked respectfully.

Bibi Dong lightly instructed:

"Elder Ghost, the Holy Son is going to the upper reaches of the Douluo Continent to experience training. Please go with the Elder Ghost and protect him."

Hearing this, Gui Mei was stunned for a moment, thinking that His Highness the Holy Son is also going to the mainland for training, His Majesty the Pope, let him go to serve as the guardian of His Highness the Holy Son?

He felt that it didn't matter, so he immediately accepted the order respectfully:

"Yes! His Majesty the Pope!"

After the ghost took his life, he was about to turn into a mist and go to find the seven winds of the holy night.

But I heard Bibi Dong command again:

"By the way, Elder Ghost, you just need to protect the Holy Son secretly, and try not to let the Holy Son discover your existence."

"If the Holy Son discovers your existence... then you can just follow the Holy Son's orders and do whatever he asks you to do."

"Also, remember to report to the Pope the whereabouts and safety of the Son at any time."

"Okay, you step back first and go look for the Holy Son. The carriage he was riding in has just left Wuhun City. With your ability, it is not difficult to catch up."

"Yes!"

The ghost once again complimented the order.

Seeing that the Pope has nothing to order.

Immediately, the figure turned into a mist, disappeared from the conference hall, and chased the carriage where Saint Midnight Qifeng was.

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West of Wuhun City.

on the official road.

A carriage was swaying and moving slowly forward.

At this time, Ye Qifeng didn't know that Bibi Dong actually made up her own mind and arranged a secret guardian for him.

This daoist is still the elder in front of the Pope's Palace, who has reached the peak of the ninety-fourth level, and is about to step into the ranks of the ninety-fifth super Douluo, Ghost Douluo Guimei.

However, even if Ye Qifeng knew about it, he was not surprised.

Because he knew that Bibi Dong loved him very much, and that he was very important in her heart.

When he went out to practice this time, Bibi Dong must be worried about his safety.

Even if he told Bibi Dong that there was no need for a dao protector, Bibi Dong would not necessarily listen.

After all, she is a very assertive woman, the Pope.

not long time.

Sure enough, Ye Qifeng quickly sensed that there was a peculiar cold atmosphere around the carriage.

"This familiar aura...is a ghost!"

With his keen perception, Ye Qifeng immediately recognized the identity of the cold breath.

Although the ghost followed Bibi Dong's instructions, he carefully restrained his breath and followed the carriage in secret.

It's just that Ye Qifeng's last life's soul memory has returned, and after he has obtained the meditation technique of returning to the origin and the skills of spiritual master, his current perception ability is no longer the same.

As soon as the ghost arrived, Ye Qifeng sensed it.

Ye Qifeng shook his head, for the time being, he had no intention of piercing the ghosts.

Under the control of the old coachman, the carriage slowly drove westward.

…………

Southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Fasnor Province.

Holy Spirit Village.

At this time, the sky was just getting brighter.

A small and thin figure was sitting cross-legged on a hill next to the Holy Spirit Village.

This thin figure looked like he was only about six years old.

He was dark-skinned, with short black hair, and was dressed in a plain, coarse linen, covered in patches.

His appearance is extremely ordinary, so ordinary that it cannot be any more ordinary.

If it is placed in the crowd, it is the kind that will hardly be noticed by anyone.

This slender figure was Tang San who was secretly extradited to Douluo Continent by the dirty god Shura from the low martial world of Tang Sect.

At this moment, Tang San, with his eyes wide open, his eyes bulging, stared blankly at the fish maw white rising in the distance in the east, with sparkling purple awns flashing in his eyes.

Apparently he was cultivating. He stole it from the Tang Sect and had already taken it as one of the Tang Sect's inner sect's secret skills, the method of eye training, the Purple Demon Eye.

After a long time.

Tang San finished the practice of Ziji Demon Eye, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself:

"As expected of the Ziji Demon Eye, relying on the purple energy in the morning, I have practiced for more than five years, and my eyesight has been greatly improved. In this world, there must be not many people who surpass me in vision. ."

"Sure enough, stealing Tangmen's inner sect secret skills in the past life is the right choice, I am not wrong!"

"Hehe, in this world, I am the only one who knows the unique skills of Tang Sect. Who can accuse me? Who can hunt me down?"

"Tangmen's secret art, it's mine!"

After a moment of pride, Tang San suddenly sighed:

"This world called Douluo Continent seems to be different from the world where Tang Sect is located."

"My Xuan Tian Gong has been imprisoned in the first realm for three months. No matter how I cultivate, I still can't break through the bottleneck."

"If Xuan Tian Gong cannot break through to the second realm, Xuan Jade Hand will not be able to improve, and his own methods of making drugs and hidden weapons will also be limited."

Unable to think of any solution, Tang San shook his head helplessly, and stopped thinking about it.

Taking a look at the sky, the sky was already bright at this time, thinking of his beloved sloppy father Tang Hao, he was about to get up.

He had to go back as soon as possible and make breakfast for his father, or he would starve.

Tang San hurriedly stepped on the trail of ghost shadows, quickly jumped down the hill, identified the direction of his humble adobe house, and hurried away.

ten minutes later.

Tang San rushed very anxiously, and finally saw a wooden sign from a distance with an ugly hammer drawn on it, the sign of his blacksmith shop.

Suddenly, quarrels entered Tang San's ears.

The quarrel came from the direction of the adobe house, the blacksmith shop.

With his voice, Tang San could easily recognize that the slightly thick and hoarse voice should have come from a middle-aged man.

Another old voice came from an old man.

Tang San sprinted and ran forward panting, unexpectedly discovered that the two people arguing were actually people he knew well--

His father Tang Hao, and the village elder Jack of the Holy Soul Village.

I saw Tang Hao with a sloppy beard, a tattered black robe, and a strong smell of alcohol and sweat all over his body.

On the other hand, Old Jack was tall and slender, his clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was meticulously combed. Although he was in his sixties, he was still in good spirits.

The two stood together, and it seemed that Old Jack was more like a middle-aged man, while Tang Hao was more like an old man.

At this moment, Tang Hao was impatient, his eyes were full of disdain, he kept pushing Old Jack out, saying:

"Go away, go away, don't get in my way here."

The village elder Jack, under Tang Hao's big men, was pushed back and staggered, and said threateningly:

"Tang Hao, don't push me. You rude man, if you dare to treat me like this, I will expel you from the village!"

However, Tang Hao turned a deaf ear, and in less than a second, pushed Old Jack out of the blacksmith shop.

At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly saw Tang San's figure, and immediately frowned, blamed unceremoniously:

"Little San, what are you doing? Why don't you make breakfast? Do you want to starve me to death?"

Listening to his father's scolding, Tang San didn't feel sad, but instead felt relieved.

As the saying goes, beating is kissing, and scolding is love.

This is my father's love for me! ~~~

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