I guarded the Wuhun Hall in Douluo for 30 years

Zhang San took out a small golden hammer.

The guard's expression suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back in panic. He stared at the golden Clear Sky Hammer in Zhang San's hand and was so horrified that he could not speak.

Tang Long slapped one of them angrily, "What are you looking at? Why don't you get out of the way? This is an honored guest!"

"Yes." The two disciples stepped aside.

Entering the gate, there is a bright and bright yard first, and the tall stone building is behind it.

Tang Long said seriously:

"Come on, let's go see the sect leader as soon as possible. They may have been waiting for a long time. Tang Yu, go and tell your fourth uncle. Don't delay the matter of the chain bridge outside."

"it is good."

Tang Yu turned around and left, while Tang Long took Zhang San and Bibi Dong into the main building of Haotian Sect.

The architecture of Haotianzong doesn't feel half luxurious, but it can't be called simple either. The biggest feature of the whole is the word thick and heavy.

Enter the main building of the sect, which is where the castle is, pass through the wide hall, and climb up to the second floor from the inner stairs.

On the road, they saw many Haotian Sect disciples, all dressed in gray. Brother Tang Long took Zhang San to the innermost arch on the second floor and stopped in front of it.

Tang Long raised his hand and patted the door twice, "Sect Master, we have brought our distinguished guests."

"Come in." A deep and deep voice sounded from the room.

It sounded surprisingly familiar to Zhang San's ears, because the voice was at least eighty similar to Tang Chen's.

Tang Long pushed open the door, winked at Zhang San, and then walked in first. Tang Tian did not follow him, but stood at the door.

This is a room with more than a hundred square meters. The furnishings inside are very simple, with a wide table, bookcases covering two walls, and two long sofas.

Tang Yuehua sat elegantly on a sofa. When she saw Zhang San and Bibi Dong coming in, the smile on her pretty face suddenly became fuller.

Speaking of Her Majesty the Saint, I learned etiquette from her in the early years. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I was half a teacher.

However, since Bibi Dong became a level 30 soul master, the two of them have not moved around again.

Zhang San naturally saw Tang Yuehua at a glance.

At first glance, she seemed to be 27 or [-] years old. The silver palace dress looked so fit on her body.

In terms of temperament alone, she can even compete with Poseidon Priest Bo Saixi. Although she does not have the pressure of a soul master like Bo Saixi, she is no less noble.

Zhang San smiled and then looked away.

The tall figure behind the desk also turned around.

The man was two meters tall, with a muscular back, a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, and short gray hair.

He was also dressed in simple gray clothes, but standing there, his whole body was like the core of this castle.

The height of two meters may not be particularly tall, but if Zhang San had to use one word to describe the person in front of him, then he could only think of the word "lofty".

The man in front of him who clearly resembled Tang Chen looked a bit younger than his father. His bright eyes were as bright as fire. He first looked at Bibi Dong and nodded lightly.

Immediately, his eyes were fixed on Zhang San. The majestic and unconcealed wild aura came overwhelmingly, and huge pressure suddenly enveloped Zhang San.

But cleverly, this pressure bypassed Tang Long and Bibi Dong and had no effect on him at all.

Tang Long was not weak in strength. He quickly stepped aside and his expression changed slightly. When he looked at Zhang San again, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his eyes.

Bibi Dong also took a few steps back under the pressure, and her expression suddenly became more panicked.

But Zhang San was not a soft persimmon to be pinched easily. He displayed the 12 soul rings without any hesitation, and the evil spirit's true body instantly formed a shadow behind him.

An almost monstrous evil spirit bloomed instantly, and a dark and violent energy shot straight into the sky.

A pressure similar to that of a shadow also erupted from Zhang San, and he rushed towards Tang Zhen.

For a moment, the members of the Haotian clan who were unaware of where they were in Yun Shen all noticed the terrifying energy, and their expressions were extremely astonished.

Immediately, one by one they stopped what they were doing and rushed towards the main building one after another.

"If that old guy Tang Chen knows that his son treats his savior like this, I wonder if he will pull down your pants and educate you."

Tang Long's pupils were slightly dilated. Is this guy really a human?

Faced with such strong pressure from the sect leader.He actually spoke!

Bibi Dong was amused by Zhang San's words, but in order to save face for this group of Haotian Sect people, she still covered her mouth and laughed.

It really made Tang Zhen blush.

Zhang San threw an object out of his arms, "Aren't you curious what happened to that old guy in your family?"

There was a flash of golden light, and Tang Zhen subconsciously raised his hand to use something thrown by Zhang San.

Looking at the very familiar golden hammer, Tang Zhen suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

This is definitely the Haotian Order!

Did the father really encounter some danger and drag this young man back with the letter?

Tang Zhen suddenly lost his momentum and said with a wry smile and apology:

"Uh... this little friend, the one you are talking about is my father after all. Can we not call other people's father that in front of their sons?"

Tang Long looked stunned.

Lord Sect Leader, you were so strong just now, why are you so wilted!

This change of face is too fast!

Bibi Dong covered her mouth, almost unable to hide her laughter.

Zhang San put away his pressure and glanced at him, "Even if you defend him like this, I will never forget the bullying you just did. Just wait to be spanked by that old guy."

Tang Zhen's eyes moved slightly, looking at Bibi Dong and Tang Long who were holding back their smiles.

When Tang Long saw the sect leader looking at him, he immediately coughed twice and said, "Well, lord sect leader, I just thought of a joke, and I'm not laughing at you."

It's over, the majesty of my sect master is gone...

Tang Zhen felt a little scared when he thought of his father who was so strict that he was almost cruel.

He was beaten frequently when he was a child, but now that he is the leader of the clan, his scars have been exposed in front of his clan members.

Really, destroy it, I'm tired...

brush brush --

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people in gray clothes appeared at the door. Seven other people of similar age to Tang Zhen entered the house.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong held Zhang San's hand nervously.

"Cousin, what happened?"

"Isn't this... the saint of Wuhun Palace? Why would she appear here?"

"Who is this young man?"

As soon as the second elder entered the door, he saw the golden hammer in Tang Zhen's hand.

"This, is this uncle's Haotian order?"

The second elder's voice fluctuated violently.

As soon as he said this, the other six elders ignored the two outsiders, Zhang San and Bibi Dong, and quickly came forward.

Zhang San's voice sounded leisurely, "This Haotian Order was forced on me by Tang Chen when he rescued me."

The seven elders looked at each other, and the elder took a few steps forward to return the Haotian Order to Zhang San, and said seriously:

"Please step up."

Zhang San was not polite, strode to the front, turned his back to the cliff, and looked at the seven elders and the clan leader Tang Zhen.

The Great Elder said solemnly: "All sect disciples listen to the order and follow me to pay homage to Haotian Ling."

As he spoke, he walked to the front, faced the golden hammer inlaid with black crystal held high in Zhang San's hand, and bowed respectfully.

As he prostrated, the six elders knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Tang Xiao on the side also knelt down on one knee in shock. As the leader of the sect, he had to bow down. This shows how terrifying the authority of the Haotian Order in Zhang San's hand is.

Hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples knelt down with cheers, not on one knee, but on both knees, worshiping the Haotian Order in Zhang San's hand.

Bibi Dong covered her mouth in surprise.

The scene in front of me would be absolutely shocking if word spread about it!

The leader of the Haotian Sect, the seven elders and all the clan members all showed such respect to Zhang San, an outsider!

This Haotian Order is similar to a shareholders' agreement.

The power of the clan is in the hands of Tang Chen, and the rights of the clan leader and the elders' hall are held by proxy - only the rights of management and dividends.

If Tang Chen had an idea, he could take back the shares and hold them on his behalf in a matter of minutes and take charge of the overall situation himself.

The same is true for Zhang San, who has the Haotian Order.

The elder looked respectfully at the Haotian Order in Zhang San's hand, "Brother, does he have any instructions?"

Zhang San shook his head, "We are here to tell you Tang Chen's whereabouts."

"Uncle, what happened to him?"

"Sir, do you really know the whereabouts of my father?"

"Ah."

Zhang San nodded and said: "Tang Chen is now the king of killing in the city of killing."

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't believe the answer.

The fifth elder had a hot temper and shouted loudly after hearing this:

"Uncle, how could he run into a place like that!"

Zhang San explained:

"Tang Chen gained my approval and started the inheritance of God Shura, but when he left, he was attacked by the King of Slaughter - another assessor, and almost died.

"But his talent is rare, so I rescued him. This Haotian Order is his thank you gift to me, although I don't really need it."

Hearing this answer, everyone was shocked.

[My] approval?

The inheritance of Shura God?

Everyone looked at Zhang San. He was extremely young, but they could not sense his strength.

Only Tang Zhen knew that this young man had 12 soul rings and that terrifying pressure.

The second elder muttered:

"Uncle, before he left, he said he was going to find a way to become a god. Legend has it that the City of Slaughter was a relic left after the battle between two gods. He might really be there."

The Great Elder sighed, "My martial-arts crazy brother has stayed away from home for more than [-] years for the sake of that illusory divine position. Now my wish has been fulfilled."

Tang Zhen was also filled with emotions and immediately said:

"Thank you for informing me, sir. Sir, I have come to Haotian Sect in person. Do you have any other important matters to discuss?"

Tang Zhen is also a human being.

This lord, compared to the body of the Asura God, must be an expert with an air of immortality and who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

If he came here just to tell him the whereabouts of his father, why did he bring the Saint of Wuhun Palace with him?

"Your Excellency is here. There must be something that our Haotian Sect can do to help. Just ask, and our Haotian Sect will definitely support you!" The Great Elder also nodded and said.

Zhang San looked at Bibi Dong, who suddenly understood and pouted, "You dirty apprentice, you are doing some inexplicable things again, and you don't want me to know."

After that, she walked out of the door and left the occasion to Zhang San.

Zhang San breathed a sigh of relief and then said:

"That's right, I want to ask you to help overthrow Wuhun Palace."

For a moment, everyone was extremely surprised and looked at each other.

"Um... Sir, the Wuhun Palace is so powerful that our Haotian Sect cannot compete with it. You..." the Great Elder said bravely.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to start a war with Wuhun Palace."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Tang Chen had mistaken Zhang San for the messenger of God Shura before, so Zhang San made up a story based on this identity and said:

"Pope Qian Xunji of the Wuhun Palace has blatantly violated the thousand-year contract with the City of Slaughter—that is, I, the spokesperson of God Shura, so I need to defend this contract.

"Kill Qian Xunji."

puff--

In the final analysis, we still have to go to war with Wuhun Palace!

Tang Zhen reminded carefully:

"Sir, you want to punish Wuhundian and use Qianxunji to attack you. We can understand it, but Wuhundian's biggest trump card is not the Pope, but the Pope's father - the great worshiper Qian Daoliu.

"His strength is similar to that of my father. The two of them had a battle. The battle lasted for three days and three nights, but there was no winner.

"If you want to take action against Qian Xunji, his father Qian Daoliu will naturally not agree..."

Zhang San repeated his old trick, lifting his hair to reveal the golden trident, and then informed everyone about the Seagod Douluo Bo Saixi and the Soul Beast Co-Master Silver Dragon King.

"The backbone of Wuhun Palace will be lured out of the city by the Silver Dragon King's beast tide. By then, Wuhun City will be empty and undefended."

"What you have to do is cooperate with Dugu Bo and the Qibao Glazed Sect to hold back the elders and worshipers of the Wuhun Hall.

"Qian Daoliu will be dealt with by Bo Saixi and Tang Chen, while I will personally punish Qian Xunji.

"As for the position of Pope of Wuhun Palace, it will naturally be inherited by Saint Bibi Dong."

After saying this, everyone was shocked.

This is the first time that everyone has heard of the concept of co-ownership of soul beasts.