Douluo's Changhong is shocking

The autumn wind blows gently, and another night passes quietly, thousands of leaves are withered, and only three or two leaves are still swaying on the branches firmly.Inside the Wuhun Hall, there are ponds, the water is so soft and beautiful, like a string of green pearls inlaid in the Wuhun Hall, the water is crystal clear.

Jiang Ling got up as the morning light dewed. Today could be regarded as a major event in his life.

"I thought that on such a grand day, I would be wearing wedding clothes, but I didn't expect..." Jiang Ling laughed to himself as he looked at the dress in his hand.

For today, Jiang Ling is also the first time for a big girl to sit in a sedan chair, but he is not panic at all, and he has a strong aura as a teacher in everything.

Just as Jiang Ling was about to change his clothes and go to the Pope's Palace, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Ling thought it was an angry fight, so he casually called 'in'.

Unexpectedly, eight people dressed as maidservants entered in a file, bowed to Jiangling and said: "Slaves see the Holy Son, we are ordered by the Pope to wait for the Holy Son to bathe and change clothes.

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment, then he understood, "On such a day, why didn't the teacher send someone to dress him up, even though Jiang Ling didn't think it was necessary."

After passing through the hands of these women, Jiang Ling changed his former meek, gentle and sunny image. Instead, his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his orange pupils were flowing. In addition, he was wearing a gold and white dress with a flame pattern, and his whole person was like a sword unsheathed. The sword is powerful and domineering.

"Holy Son, it's finished, His Holiness the Pope ordered you to tidy up and go to the Pope's Palace immediately." The leading maid bowed her head and said.

"??? Okay, don't you want to mess with my hair?" Jiang Ling asked in amazement, pointing at his orange-red hair.At this time, Jiang Ling's hair was the same as usual, with a red hair rope tied in the middle and lower part of the hair.

"Reporting to the Holy Son, the Pope asked us to do so much!" The maid lowered her head even lower.

"I see, you guys go down." Jiang Ling nodded and said.Jiang Ling knew that the teacher couldn't say much to them, so he didn't make things difficult for them.

"Yes!"

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"Golden crocodile, let's go, let Qianjun, Jiangmo and the others are not allowed to be absent, they must be present." Qian Daoliu brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, and calmly ordered the golden crocodile behind him.

"Hall Master, if we all go, the people below will probably think that we are showing weakness to Bibi Dong. This will have a great impact on you and the lady." Golden Crocodile's furrowed face showed a look of hesitation. .

"So what, if I want Wuhun Palace to go further, I need to avoid internal friction."

"But the palace master!" The golden crocodile has yet to say.

"Okay, I have my own judgment on this matter. Let's go. It's important to attend the ceremony today." Qian Daoliu waved his hand and interrupted calmly.

"Yes!" The golden crocodile bowed helplessly.

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Jiang Ling entered the Pope's Palace, there was no one there, and then he didn't stop walking, and came to the inner room, where Bibi Dong was sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing.

Jiang Ling's footsteps were light, and he didn't want to disturb him, but how could he hide it from Bibi Dong.

"You're here." Bibi Dong opened her tender eyes, her red lips slightly curled up, and said softly.

"Teacher!" Jiang Ling saluted.

"Follow me." Bibi Dong stood up and said.

"Sit down." Bibi Dong came to the mirror, looked at Jiang Ling and said.

"Teacher, this..." Jiang Ling now understood why the teacher didn't let the maid comb her hair, but the teacher did it himself.

"Sit." Bibi Dong muttered softly, her tone not being able to refuse.

"A hair crown is far more important than clothes. I will personally wear your hair crown for you today." Bibi Dong went to Jiangling's hair rope, picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her hair, and said softly.

"Thank you teacher." Jiang Ling was overjoyed, smelling the fragrance from Bibi Dong's body, he even forgot about being teased yesterday.

谷緆

The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth was smiling, and with a wave of her hand, her body was flawless, and a jade crown that matched the color of her clothes appeared in her hand, binding Jiang Ling's hair up.

It didn't take long to wear the hair crown.

"Let's go." Bibi Dong took Jiang Ling's hand and said.

As soon as he came out of the back room, Jiang Ling was stunned. The Pope's Palace, which was empty when he came, was now full of people.If it wasn't for his own hand, Bibi Dong would have been holding it all the time, he would have been stunned in place.Because everyone in this hall is all Titled Douluo.

With the strength of Yueguan Guimei's 95th-level Title Douluo, he can only stand among this group of people.Jiang Ling who was standing at the front also knew who else it was not Qian Daoliu.

"Boy, didn't you say that you were not the Pope? Why are you becoming the Holy Son again?" Qian Daoliu looked at Jiangling with a smile, and said via voice transmission.

Jiang Ling smiled wryly in his heart when he heard the words, and he didn't dare to transmit the sound back, but he knew that his teacher hated the Qian family.He is not Qian Daoliu, Jiang Ling thinks that the sound transmission can't hide from his teacher.

Jiang Ling became the Holy Son, the happiest thing was Yueguan Ghost, the joy was written all over his face.They were originally from Bibi Dong's lineage, and Jiang Ling, as Bibi Dong's apprentice, became the Holy Son, and their status was even stronger.

Bibi Dong dragged Jiang Ling past the crowd and walked towards the gate of the Pope's Palace.All the titled Douluo closely followed Bibi Dong Jiangling, even Golden Crocodile, only Qian Daoliu stayed where he was.

After leaving the gate of the Pope's Palace, Jiangling was once again shocked by the scene in front of him. There were at least 3000 people standing under the high platform in an orderly manner.Jiang Ling glanced over, but couldn't recognize a few people.cough cough...

Xie Yue and Yan were also in the crowd, looking at Jiangling on the high platform, Xie Yue felt emotional.Yan snorted coldly, still dissatisfied, he also had the fifth spirit ring, and wanted to compete with Jiang Ling again.

Fury Zhan also looked up excitedly.

Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing were not considered members of the Spirit Hall, they were not among the crowd, but on a high platform in the distance, which was introduced by Aunt Mei.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here." Bibi Dong seemed to be afraid of Jiang Ling's nervousness, squeezed Jiang Ling's palm, and said via voice transmission.

Jiang Ling's heart warmed, and he squeezed Bibi Dong's weak and boneless little hand, signaling that he was fine.

Bibi Dong inspected the crowd below, held Jiang Ling's wrist, raised it high, and whispered softly: "From today, Jiang Ling is the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall!!!"

The voice was infused with soul power by Bibi Dong, and spread in all directions without dissipating for a long time.

And the people below all knelt on one knee and shouted loudly: "See the Holy Son!" The voice exploded in the square like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Many title Douluo behind Bibi Dong Jiangling also bowed to salute.

Jiang Ling took out the golden sword that his teacher gave him, peeled off the finger of his left hand, the scabbard flew out, and shot into a stone pillar beside him.

Jiang Ling stomped on the ground with his right foot, his whole body instantly rose up, and the whole body of the golden sword was crimson.

"Fire Dance—Whirlwind" Jiang Ling chanted softly.

A huge fire dragon circled and flew towards the sky, then exploded, turning into fireworks and falling down from the sky.

Jiang Ling stood in the air, raised the golden sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Wuhundian!!!"

"Wuhundian!!! Wuhundian!!! Wuhundian!!!" The people below also shouted loudly.

"He pretended again." Yan said angrily.

"Ha! Be happy." Xie Yue hugged Yan and smiled.

And the angry war is shouting "Wuhundian" with a face of fanaticism

On the high platform, Ye Lingling and Zhu Zhuqing looked at the vigorous Jiangling, and couldn't help being dazed for a moment.