Urban Hidden Dragon

The dim hall was flooded with dazzling light.

Wang Han couldn't handle this sudden scene.

Watching before your eyes, you can see the wings between the hilt and the great sword spread out, lifelike.

The light source happens to be these wings.

The others raised their hands to cover their eyes and turned their heads to look at Wang Han, with faces full of confusion.

Wang Han quickly took back his Qi body.

When the light returns to normal.

Wang Han saw Moore sitting on the ground with his mouth agape.

In the distance, the old pope, who looked old and frail, walked directly in front of Wang Han and grabbed Wang Han's wrist.

He said in an excited tone, "What did you just do?"

Before Wang Han had time to speak, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside.

The three paladins from before rushed in regardless.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the big sword in Wang Han's hand.

The three holy knights jumped off their horses and walked quickly towards Wang Han with a clattering sound.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Han always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him secretly.

Everyone else looked at the big sword in Wang Han's hand curiously.

The big sword in Wang Han's hand was obviously much cooler than theirs.

Without infusion of Qi Body, the big sword in Wang Han's hand softened again.

It just fell naturally in the form of silent tears from a man and a woman.

"Child, don't be nervous. What did you just do?" The Pope tried to suppress his excitement and asked again.

Wang Han raised the soft sword and said, "It shook."

"You do what you just did again!"

Wang Han thought for a moment and then injected the Qi body again.

The dazzling light came out from the big sword in his hand again.

It was like the purest light in the world wanted to burn a hole in the dark night.

The light was really dazzling, so Wang Han withdrew his Qi body again.

The big sword also softened little by little.

Just like a noodle.

Wang Han could clearly hear the breathing of the Paladins becoming rapid.

"You can't play with this thing casually, right?" Wang Han took the thing off and tried to put it aside again.

The old pope quickly pressed Wang Han's wrist.

"No! Child, you can hold it and use it, but can you tell me how you use it!"

Wang Han also felt that there was nothing to hide, "I just injected the Qi body into it."

"Qi Body? Your mysterious power from the East?" the Pope asked.

Wang Han nodded, "You can understand it that way."

The pope pursed his lips and murmured to himself, "As expected!!"

Wang Han didn't quite understand what this meant.

"What really?"

The Pope stared at Wang Han with his deep eyes and smiled at Wang Han, "My child, are you willing to join our Holy Light Religion?"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment. Did he see my extraordinary talent and want to recruit him?

"I have a perverse personality and have always been unrestrained. The Holy Light Religion is full of light and justice, so I will not blaspheme the Holy Light Religion."

Wang Han declined politely.

The Pope pinched Wang Han's wrist and smiled, "Do you know what this thing on your wrist is?"

Wang Han looked confused, "What?"

The Pope patted the wrist guard on Wang Han's wrist, "This thing is one of the holy weapons of our Holy Light Religion! But anyone who can use it is a person who is destined to our Holy Light Religion! My child, you want Don’t you want to consider joining our Holy Light Religion?”

Wang Han looked at the Pope in confusion, always feeling that this old guy with pure eyes was definitely not simple.

"No, my only belief is myself."

The Pope smiled and patted Wang Han's arm, "It's okay, you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, a man hurriedly ran in from the door, "Your Holiness, Archbishop Wright in red has passed away."

The old pope's expression changed.

Walked quickly outside.

Before leaving, he told Archbishop Moore in red, "Teach these kids how to use the Holy Sword."

After speaking, he hurried away.

Wang Han wanted to go over and see how Moore allowed non-Holy Light Cult people to use this thing, but unexpectedly the three paladins gathered around him.

"Three of you! What do you want to do?"

The three paladins were wearing heavy armor, with the armor buckled on their heads. Only two holes could be seen, and the eyes inside could be seen.

"Orientals! How could they be Orientals?" one of the Paladins murmured.

The other two people also looked at Wang Han in confusion.

Wang Han was confused when he heard this and didn't know what the fuss was about.

Looking at the big sword in his hand, this thing must have some other specialties, otherwise such a calm old man as the Pope would not lose his composure.

"Everyone, what do you mean by Orientals?"

The three paladins didn't reply and turned their heads and walked outside.

Wang Han looked at Moore. Moore was still a little absent-minded at this time. He couldn't help but glance at Wang Han, his eyes full of expressions of unwillingness to accept this fact.

"Master Moore, what's the point of this thing?" Wang Han shook the soft sword.

"No! No!" Moore said sternly, no longer answering Wang Han's words.

Moore gathered dozens of fanatics together.

Moore raised his hand, holding the cross on his chest with one hand, and facing the fanatic brothers from a distance with the other hand, muttering something in his mouth.

Wang Han could clearly feel an indescribable aura coming from Moore's hand.

This breath is very similar to the Eastern Qi Body, but it doesn't feel like it.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Different regions give people different feelings.

Qi is also different.

To give the simplest example, if you feel it carefully, the feeling in a church is different from the feeling in a Buddhist temple, a Taoist temple, or a small temple.

The auras in different cemeteries are also different.

Or maybe the aura is different in different homes.

With Moore's blessing, the brothers of the Kuangzu gradually became able to harden their swords.

Moore glanced at Wang Han with a complicated expression and left in a hurry.

Wang Han was a little confused.

It was obvious that Moore looked at Wang Han with a strange expression.

That expression was as if the son he had raised with so much hard work suddenly turned around and said that he was Wang Han's biological son and that he wanted to provide for Wang Han in his old age.

The group of people walked outside.

Join the knights outside.

These knights from the Holy Light Religion were responsible for the main attack, while Wang Han and his brothers from the fanatics were responsible for the feint attack.

on the way.

The three paladins would still turn their heads to look at Wang Han from time to time.

The look in his eyes was exactly the same as Moore's.

This gave Wang Han a very strange feeling.

Lei Xiaohua hugged Ryan and said, "Big Nose, what's so special about the boss's sword? Why is the Pope losing his temper, and the Paladin and the Red Hierarch all have this expression?"

Ryan turned his head hesitantly and looked at Wang Han, with envy in his eyes and sighs after envy.

Lei Xiaohua grinded her teeth anxiously, "You're talking, but it's half the same as shit!"

Ryan looked at Wang Han faintly.

"Anyone who can use the holy sword is a person favored by our Lord. In the end, they have two choices, either to become a divine knight or..."

"What the hell? If you keep nagging me like this, I'm going to stab you!" Lei Xiaohua pretended to take off her pants to give Ryan a pass.

Ryan looked at Wang Han.

Youyou spit out a few words.

“Or become the next pope!”