I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed.

After Wang Zhao left Wuhun City, he returned to the Dragon King Palace's headquarters in the Tiandou Empire. After making preparations for a while, he took the Dragon King Palace's signature "Qian Huang" and Bi Lin, the two titled Douluo elders, and set off.

The destination is naturally Longxing City.

Today is the day for the sect competition to re-select the seven major sects in the mainland. People are coming and going on the streets of Longxing City. It can be said to be extremely lively. Powerful soul masters can be seen everywhere. They are undoubtedly from their respective clans. power.

The last time Longxing City was so lively, I remember it was seven years ago. Since then, human society has undergone unprecedented major changes...

In a specially opened square, dozens of old or middle-aged soul masters stood silently, confronting each other, with seven or eight soul rings rising from their bodies, exuding extremely powerful soul pressure. .

Surrounding the square are extremely grand and tall stands, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. Currently, thousands of soul masters have gathered, and their strength is impressive. Obviously, this feast is not something that just anyone can watch.

"Hey, I saw my sect leader..."

"That's the Black Tiger Sect in our country."

"That's the leader of Fengjian Sect."

"Look, there's a master coming from the Tiandou Empire. Who is that? So cool?"

"That's Sword Douluo Chenxin, and next to him is the world's number one auxiliary soul master, Sect Master Ning..."

"..."

The stands were full of hustle and bustle at the moment. There was an independent row of high seats at the front between the stands and the square. They were undoubtedly the seats for the big shots. However, there were only a few people sitting on them for the time being. Among them, the most eye-catching one was a man in a well-dressed suit. An old man in royal attire and an iron-blooded general were sitting together and talking.

They are Prince Xuexing of the Tiandou Empire and General Zhenbei of the Star Luo Empire. Naturally, they came here to represent the two countries to witness the final result of this competition.

"Haotian Sect cannot be present, and I don't know which sect will win the title of the best sect in the world this time."

Xuexing shook his head and said.

"A sect? I don't think it's necessarily a sect."

Xingluo's general has something to say.

Xuexing then glanced at him and said, "The general means..."

"The prince must know. After seven years, I don't know what level that person has reached."

Hearing what General Xingluo said, Xuexing was silent for a moment. How could he not hear that the other party was referring to the young master of the Dragon King Palace who was a neighbor of Tiandou City where he was?

Well, no, seven years have passed, and the palace master is already a young man.

During this period, it was not that Xuexing had not visited Wang Zhao, but Wang Zhao had not made a move in public for several years, so that now, including him, Xuexing, countless people on the mainland were curious about Wang Zhao's strength.

As for the signature strong men from other major sects? Basically, they are all old, and their level is only one or two levels above the sky. It is foreseeable, so there is nothing worth being curious about.

At this moment, a voice came from the seat not far from Xuexing.

"Look over there, he's already here."

Xue Xing followed the sound and saw Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin who had just sat down. It was Chen Xin who was speaking at this time. He pointed in a direction, so Xue Xing looked along and saw slowly appearing not far away. Three figures standing in the void.

"Jade Scale Douluo, Qianhuang Douluo, and... well, how can he fly in the air?"

Xuexing's eyes couldn't help but widen at this moment, and then turned to Sword Douluo Chenxin again.

"Under the Sword Crown, is that person said to have reached that level?"

Chen Xin shook his head solemnly.

"I can't see through it anymore. It's so terrifying and incredible for this young man."

Several people in the high seats saw Wang Zhao and the others flying in from afar. Naturally, many people in the stands also noticed this, and another burst of discussion and noise was inevitable. "Wang Zhao" took Dugu Bo and Qian Jun with him, and quickly sat down at the high seat without saying anything. People came up to talk to him from time to time, and he just responded politely.

Not long after, four more figures appeared in the distance.

"Look, that lady is so beautiful..."

"Shut up! You want to die. You don't even know His Majesty the Pope."

"Oh, eh, who is that person next to His Majesty the Pope? The ones following him should be the legendary His Majesty Chrysanthemum Douluo and His Majesty Ghost Douluo, right? That one can actually walk side by side with His Majesty the Pope... etc. Wait, could you say?!"

"Hey, he really showed up!"

The arrival of these four figures caused another commotion. On the high table, Ning Fengzhi's face became a little solemn.

"The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace...Li Ming, huh?"

He looked at Chen Xin beside him, as well as Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who had also come here this time, and asked, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, can you see through his realm?"

Chen Xin nodded reluctantly and shook his head. He felt the same as when Tang Hao first saw "Li Ming", it was very strange.

"Title Douluo? It seems, but it doesn't look like it. His aura is very strange, but his strength is definitely good. The rumors that he can defeat Tang Hao may be true."

Gu Rong was the first to say, obviously he felt the same as Chen Xin about "Li Ming".

"By the way, Fengzhi, does he really only have one soul ring? Could he be like Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly glanced at Gu Rong. Only then did Gu Rong react and immediately fell silent, then responded to the disdainful look cast by the old bitch next to him. Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi shook his head again.

"We'll find out later."

At this time, Bibi Dong and his party did not sit directly on the high seats, but stayed in the void.

Bibi Dong saw "Wang Zhao" sitting on the high seat not far away, and couldn't help but glance at Wang Zhao next to him suspiciously, and then silently transmitted the message.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Since when did you have a clone soul skill?"

Wang Zhao met Bibi Dong's gaze, smiled slightly, and responded via voice transmission as well.

"That's not a clone."

"It's not a clone? Otherwise, what is it? Why can't even I see through the details? You know... I'm already a Peerless Douluo now, and I'm even close to reaching that level."

Wang Zhao thought for a while, "Speaking of clones, you reminded me that if I have the chance in the future, I really want to make a convenient clone soul skill to play with. As for him, it should actually be her."

"she?"

Bibi Dong became even more confused.

"Yes, she is an old home girl. Sister Dong'er, as you know, the name of the martial spirit that I have always revealed to the world as the master of the Dragon King Palace is called 'Elemental Holy Dragon'. Not long ago, she heard about this sect. Regarding the door competition, I just wanted to come out and play around, put it in my face, and said that by the way, I would like to see what a real 'Elemental Dragon' is."