Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"The Broken Clan?"

Ling Bai's tone was slightly raised, and he looked confused.

In his memory, the former Pope Qian Xunji failed to hunt the 10-year Blue Silver Emperor, but was severely injured by Tang Hao with the Clear Sky Hammer, and finally died at the hands of Bibi Dong.

Wuhun Palace used this to encircle and suppress the Haotian Sect. As the sharpest blade among the four single-attribute clans, the Po Zhi Clan suffered heavy losses in that battle, and finally had to flee to the Star Luo Empire to survive.

"Are you sure that the teacher will allow people from the Po family to exist in Wuhun City?" Ling Bai asked suspiciously.

Qian Renxue nodded in affirmation: "It seems that he is the biological brother of Yang Wudi, the leader of the Po Zhi clan, who surrendered to Wuhun Palace in order to save some of his clan members."

"Then I'll look for it."

Since Qian Renxue said so, Ling Bai had no choice but to agree. Although he had seen Douluo Continent in his previous life, he only knew the main plot direction and could not remember some details.

"Let's be here today."

After preliminary agreement on the cooperation between the two heirs of Wuhun Palace, Qian Renxue was quite satisfied with it, and there was a sense of relief between her brows.

She has been too exhausted these past years. In the future, with the cooperation of the Tiandou City Spirit Hall, the plan to steal the country will become much easier.

"Wait a minute, I have another question."

Before Ling Bai left, he suddenly remembered something. His eyes fell on the flatness of Qian Renxue's chest: "How did you change your figure into a male?"

Ling Bai swore to God that he was questioning Qian Renxue with the mentality of a scientific scholar. This skill was simply a bug. If he learned it, he wouldn't be able to sneak into any camp at will.

"Soul bone skill disguise...are you satisfied?"

Qian Renxue's pretty face was instantly clouded, and she suppressed her anger every word.

The six inherited soul bones of the angel clan, the head soul bone is equipped with skill disguise. Qian Renxue absorbed it before coming to the Tiandou Empire, but with her soul power, she was still unable to exert the full effect of the disguise. For the time being, she could only disguise her figure. That's why he wears the mask of Xue Qinghe's appearance.

"Forehead……"

Ling Bai was slightly embarrassed. Even though Qian Renxue had pretended to be a man for 12 years, she was still a woman at heart. She seemed to be a bit flirtatious just now.

"I see. Leave the Poison Clan's poison to me."

He pretended not to notice anything and started to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

This time it was Qian Renxue who stopped Ling Bai. She took out two things from the storage soul guide and handed them over.

A mask and a gold medal.

The mask is as thin as a cicada's wings and has a slightly cool texture. Although I don't know what material it is made of, it must be extremely expensive.

The style of the gold medal is simple. On the front is a beautiful swan spreading its wings and about to fly, which represents the snow jade swan, the inherited martial spirit of the Tiandou royal family. On the back is a delicate and elegant Chinese character Qing engraved, which must be Xue Qinghe's personal seal.

"Remember to put on a mask when you come, in case someone wants to remember your appearance. This is my personal token, which allows you to enter and leave freely in most places in the Tiandou Palace."

Qian Renxue warned that Ling Bai's identity was the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace after all. If the two were discovered to be colluding, the country-stealing plan would be instantly broken. She had sacrificed almost everything for the country-stealing plan and must eliminate all possibilities of exposure.

"Ah."

Ling Bai put the two of them into the Phoenix Jade Pendant, turned around and left, leaving Qian Renxue alone in the tea room.

"After leaving, Sister Mu Yao, why are you still eyeing the elder of the agouti?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't think that because you are the Holy Son, you can talk nonsense!"

Ling Bai and Mu Yao's laughter could be heard in the distance. Qian Renxue's eyes were dark: "I'm really afraid of losing myself if I cooperate with him. It's too difficult to deal with..."

……

Two days later in the evening, Ling Bai and Mu Yao arrived at Tianxing Town, the closest town to the Star Dou Forest in the Tiandou Empire.

Entering Tianxing Town, it was much livelier than Ling Bai imagined. Tianxing Town is about four times the size of an ordinary village. Except for the lack of thick defensive walls, it looks like a small city. There are many shops on both sides of the street, which is very popular. Quite popular.

With just a glance, Ling Bai could easily find that the main business scope of the store was almost all related to soul masters, and there were all kinds of strange things, such as spears and armors forged by blacksmiths, detoxification and healing potions refined by doctors, and so on.

This is what is called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and relying on the water to eat the water.

Tianxing Town is close to the Star Forest, but because the spirit beasts will rush out of the forest from time to time to cause trouble, in order to ensure safety, it is still nearly a hundred kilometers away from the Star Forest. It was getting late today, so the two decided to find an inn in Tianxing Town to rest. One night.

The inn was a simple two-story building. The lobby on the first floor was a simple restaurant, and the second floor was used for accommodation. Ling Bai opened two single rooms for himself and Mu Yao.

"Let's go up after eating."

Mu Yao suggested.

"Ah."

Fifty to sixty percent of the guests were seated in the restaurant at this time. Ling Bai and Mu Yao's appearance attracted many people's attention as soon as they entered.

"Boss, that girl is so on point!"

At one of the tables with six people around, a thin man licked his lips and stared at Mu Yao without blinking, salivating.

The six people were headed by a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s. His hair was very shiny and his appearance was quite handsome. He wore a very elegant light gold soul master robe with silver thread patterns embroidered on it. The light flickers.

The five people, including the thin man, were all around 30 years old. They were wearing the same light gold soul master robes, but without the silver embroidery on the middle-aged man, which meant their status gap.

The middle-aged man followed the thin man's instructions and looked at Mu Yao who was ordering. Mu Yao's mental power was so sharp that the two people happened to meet each other's eyes. In an instant, the middle-aged man felt as if his mind had been hit hard, and his face suddenly changed. All white.

The middle-aged man's back was covered with sweat, and his lips trembled as he said, "Lin Wu, don't mess with that woman!"

Lin Wu, a thin man, said doubtfully: "What a beautiful girl. It would be a pity to let that boy enjoy it. Why don't she..."

"To shut up!"

The middle-aged man scolded angrily, but did not dare to speak loudly to attract Mu Yao's attention.

"That woman is at least a powerful Soul Saint!"

"Soul Saint?"

Lin Wu was stunned. Mu Yao looked to be in her twenties at most, but she actually had the cultivation of Soul Saint!

At this moment, two people, a man and a woman, suddenly walked in from outside.

The man entered the inn, first looked at the environment inside the store, and then said to the woman: "Ms. Ye, the conditions are average, I may have to force you to stay here for one night."

The man looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, but the woman called Miss Ye is dressed like snow, her hair is as black as ink, her slightly upturned face is exquisite and clear, and her calm and gentle black eyes overflow with calm indifference, like a stream of water. Clear, gentle and gentle eyes with an indescribable purity.

"It doesn't matter, Uncle Li Ao. Lingling is not a distinguished imperial princess, just stay here for one night..."