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The group from Blazing Fire Academy stayed at Tiandou Royal Academy for three days and received a total of six beatings.

Huo Yanfeng was convinced. Although they had not won a single match, the Renhuang Dou team was indeed merciful and tried to use as many tricks as possible, throwing ultimate moves to end the battle without even starting.

Except for Huo Wu, who was a loser, Huo Yanfeng was very satisfied with the results of his visit to Tiandou Royal Academy. After returning, he contacted the principals of several other elemental colleges. After revealing the strength of the Royal Dou Team, they all shook their heads and sighed in tacit agreement.

The thought of competing with such a team at the end of the year made these principals feel overwhelmed. Michael, Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin could not find a way to deal with them, and Feng Xiaotian was no match for them.

Is this even more bullshit? They just wished they couldn't go into battle in person. They all hoped that His Highness the Crown Prince would take back his life and cancel the competition.

Several major element academies complained endlessly and spread similar arguments, which reached the ears of the royal family within a few days.

"Is the Tiandou Royal Academy... so terrifying?" In the palace, in the reception room dedicated to the prince, a young man in his twenties, gorgeous clothes and handsome appearance asked the visitor in a low voice.

This young man is Qian Renxue, the saint of Wuhun Palace who is pretending to be Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of Tiandou Empire. At this time, there were palace maids standing on both sides, so naturally she could not show her true form.

Opposite her was an old man with a sinister appearance and a hooked nose. This old man was thin and wore a five-pointed platinum crown on his head and a luxurious long-distance running suit. There was a fierce light in his eyes unconsciously, but it was not intentional. Instead, he replied with an extremely respectful attitude: "There have been a lot of rumors recently. Judging from the rumors, it is indeed true."

Only the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Temple is qualified to use his costume. This old man is Salas, the master of Wuhun Temple in Tiandou City. He is Qian Renxue's direct contact, and it is precisely because he knows his identity that he is so respectful to the "Prince".

Qian Renxue nodded, her expression a little gloomy. The Tiandou City Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition at the end of the year is just a preview. More than a year later, Wuhun Palace will also host the continent-wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition. This preview is just a "stepping point" at best. Take a look. Will the level of this group of young soul masters threaten Wuhun Palace in the future?

The All-Continent Soul Master Competition that was held more than two years later was, on the surface, a competition, but in fact it was a deliberate "establishment of prestige" by the Spirit Hall. Since more than ten years ago, Wuhundian has been selecting batch after batch of children who have shown outstanding talents. They have trained them from an early age and gone through layers of screening to form a team. They want to win the championship in two years and challenge the entire world. Mainland shows the bright future of Wuhun Palace.

The Imperial Fighting Team now has three four-ring soul sects, and their main combat strength is on par with the Wuhundian Team. Qian Renxue was worried that this would hinder Wuhundian's plan.

"What is the current soul power level of these three people?" Qian Renxue's eyes flickered and she asked in a deep voice.

Salas always kept his head slightly lowered and replied respectfully: "Yu Tianheng, who has the highest soul power level, is level 42, and Yu Tianxin and Michael are both level 41."

Qian Renxue was slightly reassured. The three absolute main players of the Wuhundian team, Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena, had all exceeded level 45. It seemed that there was still a certain gap in the strength of the two teams.

Just as he was about to speak, an announcement came from outside the hall: "His Royal Highness, Sect Master Ning is here."

Salas reacted immediately and respectfully excused himself. Qian Renxue nodded slightly and ordered Ning Fengzhi to be invited into the living room.

"Disciple pays homage to the teacher!" Salas went out and Ning Fengzhi walked in. Qian Renxue acted as a courteous and good disciple and bowed to say hello.

With his signature gentle smile on his face, Ning Fengzhi helped her up. He was completely unaware of the pseudo-prince status of his disciple "Xue Qinghe". He always praised this polite royal disciple and even talked to her about family matters from time to time.

When he came this time, in addition to teaching his disciples, he also wanted to see his precious daughter who had been away from home for a long time.

After the lecture was completed, Ning Fengzhi did not leave in a hurry, but asked Qian Renxue: "Qinghe, would you like to go with me to Tiandou Royal Academy to meet my daughter?"

The Qibao Glazed Sect will definitely be handed over to Ning Rongrong one day, and "Xue Qinghe" will also take charge of the Tiandou Empire sooner or later. Ning Fengzhi has already begun to make plans for the future.

Qian Renxue was thinking of finding a way to test the Imperial Fighting Team, but she didn't expect Ning Fengzhi to directly give her a chance. She smiled slightly and said, "Disciple, I will obey my master's orders."

After the two came to Tiandou Royal Academy with several followers, they successfully found the Imperial Battle Team in training. The two parties competing at this time were Yu Tianxin versus Oslo and Jin Yan.

Yu Tianxin had an absolute advantage in terms of strength, but Jin Yan's tactical arrangements were much better than his. Coupled with the slippery Oslo, Yu Tianxin was too powerful to use, and the two sides were evenly matched.

It happened that Qian Renxue saw this scene and felt that the rumors seemed a bit exaggerated. This Yu Tianxin looks nothing more than that, and the Imperial Fighter Team seems to be a bit unworthy of its name.

Ning Rongrong, who was on the sidelines, saw Ning Fengzhi at a glance and threw herself into his arms with a sweet smile. When Ning Fengzhi saw her daughter, she found out that her soul power had been upgraded to another level in the past few months. It was a double happiness, and she greeted the members of the Imperial Fighting Team in a good mood.

"Rongrong, this is my father's disciple and the crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe." Ning Fengzhi gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's head and pointed to Qian Renxue beside him and introduced.

"Hello Rongrong!" Qian Renxue put on a gentle smile and waved to Ning Rongrong, "Just call me Brother Xue."

I have to say that although Xue Qinghe's appearance is not very handsome, he is very approachable. Coupled with the fact that he was his father's disciple, Ning Rongrong lost his guard and said with a sweet smile: "Hello, Brother Xue!"

Xue Qinghe?

Michael's eyes were still staring at the three fighting men, and his pupils shrank slightly after hearing the name.

Others didn't know it, but he knew clearly that this "Xue Qinghe" was Qian Renxue, the saint of Wuhun Palace, and the owner of the Angel Wuhun. Michael wouldn't think that the other party had any reason to be a bad person, so he had to straighten his butt first. This Qian Renxue is the daughter of Qian Xunji and the granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, and these two can be regarded as Ye Lingling's father-killing enemies!

Furthermore, the holder of the angel martial spirit and himself can be regarded as old enemies, so we must be careful no matter what. There is absolutely no possibility for him and her to turn enemies into friends.

Michael turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue, and was slightly stunned again.

Why is this Qian Renxue like a big light bulb with bad contact?

Although she did not release her martial spirit, and even the martial spirit was disguised to look like the royal swan martial spirit, her secret was completely invisible to Michael.

In his opinion, Qian Renxue's body was emitting some faint white light, and the white light was mixed with thin golden light groups. Although Wuhun is called a "seraph", after careful observation, it is just a pair of wings forcibly divided into three pairs.

That's it?

One word immediately came to Michael's mind - "low-level".

He can be sure that those golden light groups are undoubtedly the power of holy light. The power of the Holy Light in Qian Renxue's martial spirit is a bit too meager. Compared with her, he is a complete loser.

It's no wonder that Fannie's power is not pure enough. He is not enthusiastic about the power of Holy Light, but fanatically pursues the power called "power". The reason why he pursued St. Michael's Holy Core was, firstly, Lucifer's order, and secondly, the Holy Core indeed contained extremely powerful power, which made him greedy. As for the so-called angel spirit, it seems more like a tool he created to get rid of the Holy Light.

Sensing Michael's gaze, Qian Renxue also glanced sideways, but seemed to find nothing. There was no trace of doubt in her eyes. She just glanced at him calmly and then concentrated on chatting with Ning Rongrong.

Michael was determined in his heart. It seemed that these "low-level angels" with angel martial souls could not detect his secrets, so before confronting Fannie, the secrets of the Holy Core should be safe.

It is imperative to stop Wuhun Palace. If they just sit back and watch in silence, Wuhun Palace will eventually extend its claws to the two empires. Michael himself may be safe and sound, but his family and friends cannot escape the disaster. The family's industry will definitely suffer heavy losses, and the Qibao Glazed Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family will also suffer disaster.

We can no longer be so step-by-step!

One thought after another flashed through Michael's mind, and he finally fixed his sights on Qian Renxue.

Perhaps, the first step is to expose this false prince...

(End of Volume )