Douluo: My bluesilver grass is not serious

Ning Fengzhi ignored Tang San and turned to look directly at Yun Feng, but Yun Feng didn't look very interested at this time.

He didn't even participate in the discussion between himself and others.

After thinking about it for a while, Ning Fengzhi's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

I don't know what he thought.

……

Wuhun City.

Yu Xiaogang, who was dressed in civilian clothes, walked into the city after being examined by the soul master. At his age and with a strength in his thirties, he would naturally not attract anyone's attention.

Without stopping for even a moment, or even taking a breather to rest, Yu Xiaogang went directly to the Supreme Governing Body of Wuhun Palace, the Pope Palace.

In front of the Papal Palace.

"stop."

Two knights wearing silver armor blocked the master's way. A total of one hundred knights raised their swords at the same time.

"This is a forbidden area. If you come one step closer, you will be killed without mercy."

Facing hundreds of palace guardian knights whose strength was obviously higher than his own, Yu Xiaogang's expression remained as indifferent as usual, he raised his hand and showed his token.

In his opinion, these are just watchdogs, and he doesn't need to pay attention to them at all.

A palace guard knight stepped forward quickly. When he saw the six patterns on the token clearly, he couldn't help but shudder.

With a pop, he fell to the ground on one knee.

"See the elders."

Hundreds of palace-protecting knights made the same movements in unison. Against their backdrop, the originally ordinary Yu Xiaogang no longer looked so ordinary.

When Yu Xiaogang saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

This is what a man should look like, but Yu Xiaogang didn't show it.

"Take me to the Pope."

Yu Xiaogang told the other party his purpose in the simplest words.

Half an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace, Yu Xiaogang was quietly drinking fine tea and waiting quietly.

He was the only one in the thousands-square-meter Nuo Da meeting hall.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were always focused on the fragrant tea in his hand, and he never took a second look at the splendid surroundings. He just waited quietly.

The three-meter-high arch opened, and a soft voice sounded outside.

"You guys are waiting outside. No one is allowed to disturb you without my order."

"Yes."

Yu Xiaogang finally moved his eyes away from the fragrant tea and looked towards the door of the meeting hall.

The door opened and a woman came in from the outside.

He is not tall, wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, a nine-curved purple gold crown on his head, and holding a scepter about two meters long and inlaid with countless gems.

Her fair skin and almost perfect face make her look so unique.

Especially the invisible nobility and holiness exuded from his body makes people unable to help but feel the emotion of worshiping him.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting. After the woman walked into the door, she also stopped.

The eyes of the two people collided in the air.

No sparks flew.

There was something more in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent eyes at this time, there was apology, memories, but more of a sense of sadness.

There was a complex change in the woman's eyes instantly. Although she looked like she was only about thirty years old, in fact, she was one year older than the master, already over fifty. The scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a soft ding.

"You came."

The soft and pleasant sound can easily make people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

But Yu Xiaogang's eyes became hard because of this. He put his hands on the table in front of him and stood up, turning to the woman.

"Yes, I'm here, are you okay?"

A faint smile appeared on the woman's face.

"There is nothing wrong with me among ten thousand people. As the ruler of Wuhun Palace, even the emperors of the two empires must show courtesy when they see me. Do you think there is anything wrong with me?"

Yu Xiaogang pretended to sigh.

"Bibi Dong, I know the pain in your heart."

"Bibi Dong? Didn't you say that? I have almost forgotten this name. Please call me Pope, or call me Your Majesty. I am no longer the silly Bibi Dong."

Yes, the soft-looking and beautiful woman in front of him is the current supreme ruler of Wuhun Palace and the target of pilgrimage for all soul masters, the Pope.

She is the youngest pope in the history of Wuhun Palace, taking over the position of pope before she was forty years old.

At first, many people had doubts.

But as time went by, under her hard work, Wuhun Palace developed more rapidly and became more united.

Many people already believe that she will be the most outstanding pope in Wuhun Palace.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden in his stiff face.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shrank a bit, and a trace of pain flowed out of his eyes. He turned around and walked to where he was sitting before to stand, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past. .

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's back, the indifference in the pope's eyes disappeared, and a hint of unbearable emotion flashed through her eyes. She raised her feet, as if she wanted to step forward, but she thought of the information she had collected over the years. It finally stopped.

"Why did you come to see me? We haven't seen each other for twenty years."

Bibi Dong's voice still sounded so calm.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. Even he did not expect that seeing Bibi Dong again would make him lose control so much.

When he turned around, the excess emotion in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only his usual indifference.

"His Majesty the Pope, I have come to ask you for something."

"Oh?"

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang in surprise.

"You will come to beg me? This doesn't seem to be your character. It seems that time will indeed change a person's life. Just tell me."

Yu Xiaogang did not explain that if it was his own business, he would never come to plead with the other party, but for his disciples and for his own ideals, he had to come here.

"His Majesty the Pope, I want to know how you got through the difficulty of having twin martial souls."

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly shrank, and then she said calmly:

"You don't need to know this. Does it mean anything to you?"

Yu Xiaogang did not hide it.

"I have accepted a disciple, and he has been practicing with me for seven or eight years. Fortunately, he has the same twin martial soul as you. This child is extremely talented. I hope to cultivate him into a strong generation. By."

"Why should I help you? Do you want to train a strong man to fight against me later?"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned cold.

Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice:

"Of course not. If you are willing to tell me how you did it in the first place, I can guarantee you that my disciple will never go against Wuhun Palace in his life."