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

In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed.

In the past six months, Wang Zhao's soul power has reached level 5. Improving by level 3 in half a year may seem ridiculously fast to ordinary people. In fact, this is the result of Bibi Dong's influx of resources and the fact that soul masters generally advance relatively quickly before reaching level 10.

If it were someone with higher innate soul power, such as Huo Guai in later generations, with the accumulation of such resources, he would not have been able to obtain the first soul ring at the age of 11 due to malnutrition since childhood.

Of course, for a soul master like Wang Zhao with half-level innate soul power, such an improvement is already rare. This has only happened twice in this era.

The last time a good-for-nothing was able to enjoy such an investment of resources was the young sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Xiaogang.

The sun sets over the west mountain, and the dim afterglow shines in the courtyard.

Bibi Dong sat on the stone pier, put her arm against the stone table to support her chin, and looked at Die and Wang Zhao who were sparring not far away with interest.

The two of them had a tacit understanding that neither of them used soul power, and only relied on hand-to-hand combat to attack. The movements of fists, elbows, feet, and knees were all sharp. These were the fighting techniques that Bibi Dong had taught Wang Zhao in his spare time for half a year.

Under the guidance of this "God of Killing", Wang Zhao has also made rapid progress. Except that he has not experienced a few actual battles so far, his fierce posture already has some real skills.

Not long after, Wang Zhao was still subdued by Die.

After all, there is a gap between the two in terms of physical fitness and actual combat experience. It is rare for Wang Zhao to be able to defeat Die in such a few moves.

Then Wang Zhao walked to the stone pier next to Bibi Dong and sat down to rest, while Die still walked into a shadow as if nothing had happened and hid.

"Sister Dong'er, how are you?"

Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong with an innocent smile on his face, looking boastful.

"Just give it a try."

Bibi Dong glanced at Wang Zhao, and then threw a book over.

"This is……"

Wang Zhao opened the book, and his eyes suddenly lit up the next moment.

Seeing his appearance, Bibi Dong shook her head and said strangely:

"Didn't you ask me last time if I had any friends with exotic flowers and exotic herbs? I asked for this from a senior in Wuhun Palace. It seems to be called a catalog of fairy herbs. I've read the above, and according to that The existence of these so-called immortal grasses mentioned by a senior is illusory and almost legendary, and I don’t know what the use of such things is.”

"Just keep it in mind. After all, if these fairy grasses recorded in the book really have such effects, they can definitely be regarded as peerless treasures."

Wang Zhao chuckled and said ambiguously to Bi Dong.

"I advise you not to spend too much thought on this. After all, if magical things like fairy grass that can change people's lives against heaven really existed, the number one on the mainland soul master's dream list would not be a hundred-thousand-year-old soul. Ringed."

Bibi Dong still didn't care much.

After all, it was hard for her to imagine the real existence of something that even a thousand-year-old transcendent force like Wuhun Palace was not aware of.

Wang Zhao didn't say much about this.

After looking at the sky, he ran into the room and put on his library uniform. After saying hello to Bibi Dong, he walked out again.

Bibi Dong knew that Wang Zhao was going to the library to work, or to read a book, but she still held her chin and watched him leave quietly, her eyes wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

……

Arriving at the library in Wuhun Academy, Wang Zhao skillfully greeted the old man sitting on the lounge chair at the door, and then walked in to sort out the books stacked on the front desk.

After spending about a stick of incense to finish all the trivial matters, Wang Zhao immediately took a book, found a secluded corner, sat down, and read carefully.

The library was already relatively deserted in the evening, and many people were enjoying dinner at this time. This was a very good environment for Wang Zhao, because no one would curiously disturb his six-and-a-half-year-old child.

Several figures passed by from time to time in the huge library, but no one noticed that the library was brightly lit. In the wide central area sat a pair of grandfather and grandson. Both of them had blond hair and blue eyes. The grandfather had a tall figure and a majestic face with kindness. , the granddaughter has an exquisite appearance, and her big, watery eyes often glance at passers-by.

"Grandpa, look, that guy is here."

Suddenly, the blonde girl pointed her finger to a secluded corner and puffed her cheeks.

"It's okay if you don't let me go to school. Why do you finally meet a kid of about the same age here and don't let me play with him?"

"Haha, he is concentrating on reading. We can't disturb him. Xue'er, you should also learn from him."

The middle-aged uncle looked at the crooked book in his granddaughter's hand and smiled fondly. Then he followed the direction of the blonde girl's finger and saw Wang Zhao sitting over there. He shook his head and thought to himself. pity.

He and his granddaughter often hide in the library to read, so almost every day you can see Wang Zhao carefully flipping through one book after another.

With his level, he can easily see through the details of Wang Zhao. Although he does not know what his martial soul is specifically, the general attribute types and even some deeper things can be found in the Seraphim with the ultimate light and fire attributes. In his eyes, Wuhun was no secret at all.

In his opinion, Wang Zhao's martial arts talent is really indescribable. If he can undergo a miraculous transformation, and with his age and martial soul attributes, he can match up with his granddaughter, maybe the two of them will have the opportunity to perform at the divine level in the future. Martial soul fusion skills.

Unfortunately, since it is said to be a miracle, it must not be that easy to experience.

Looking at the child's current talent alone, he is far from being worthy of Xue'er. If the two of them were forced to be together, based on his life experience, future conflicts could already be foreseen.

Therefore, it is better to take precautions and prevent a doomed tragedy from happening.

The blond man didn't think any more, he put the book in the girl's hand in place and was about to teach her something when suddenly an undetectable thin line of sound transmission was received by him.

His expression changed slightly and soon returned to normal. Then he touched his granddaughter's head kindly and told her to sit here and not move while he went out to do something.

The light in this area has long been distorted by him. Unless the Super Douluo comes to investigate in person, or the good granddaughter takes the initiative to leave this area, no one will be able to notice the strangeness here.

Hearing this, the blond girl's eyes rolled, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She nodded obediently in agreement with her grandfather, and then pretended to concentrate on reading the book in her hand.

The blond man didn't think much and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, the girl stopped flipping through the book, quietly raised her head, and looked around nervously. Then she stood up, pursed her lips and snickered, and then cautiously walked towards Wang Zhao.

After so many days, I finally found the opportunity to have a good chat with you...

Jie Jie Jie.

At this time, although Wang Zhao's eyes stayed on the page of the book, his mind wandered to nowhere. He was completely unaware that a certain blond girl had tiptoed to stand beside him, gently bending down to look at his expression.

"Hey."

Suddenly, the girl's elbow touched his shoulder.

Wang Zhao didn't even raise his head, and with a sharp look, he subconsciously gave an elbow...