Douluo: Qingmei Ning Rongrong, I choose Kamisato Ayaka

Finally, the promotion match finally came to an end.

Sword God Academy once again won the game with a complete victory.

Next, it’s time to go to the Wuhun Palace for the final match.

After the competition ended, there was three days of preparation time. Three days later, they would set off.

Shrek Academy.

Ning Fengzhi, Tang San, Liu Erlong, Flanders and others gathered together, and they seemed to be discussing something.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Tang San and said, "Tang San, are you really ready?"

Tang San nodded and said: "You have also seen Chenfeng's strength. With his strength, I'm afraid he will become a titled Douluo in just a few years. By then, he will be the most important person in the history of Douluo Continent." , the most powerful titled Douluo!

If he was a friend, it would be okay, but he is our enemy. If we let him grow up, we will not end well! "

Tang San nodded and said: "Over the years, that Chen Feng has been following us with a lingering ghost, and has been targeting us. Therefore, if Chen Feng is not eliminated, we will definitely not end well!"

Tang San nodded slightly, and said with a serious face: "We must seize every opportunity! This Chenfeng's talent is astonishing throughout the ages, and in just a dozen years, he has become a strong man in the Soul Emperor realm.

If we let him grow, it will be difficult for us to kill him.

This time, we go to Wuhun City together. This is the best time to kill Chenfeng! "

"It's not difficult to kill Chen Feng, but you have to find a way to lure Sword Douluo away!" Ning Fengzhi said immediately.

Ning Fengzhi continued: "By the way, Xiaosan, do you know where your father is?!"

Tang San shook his head and said, "My father has disappeared for a long time. No one knows where he is?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded.

"If we can get help from Haotian Douluo, this matter will be much simpler. I hope everything goes well with Master!" Ning Fengzhi continued.

Tang San immediately nodded and said: "Don't worry, the teacher will definitely do it!"

At this time, outside Shrek Academy, in the forest, a tall figure slowly appeared.

The figure was wearing a cloak, his eyes were deep, and he murmured: "Chen Feng?"

"Xiao San, I will remove all the thorns on your path for you!" After the man finished speaking, he immediately disappeared into the forest step by step.

At this time, in front of the Pope's Palace.

"Stop." Two temple guardian knights wearing silver armor blocked the master's way. A total of one hundred temple guardian knights raised the knight's sword in their hands 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, the master's expression remained as indifferent as usual. He raised his hand and showed his token.

One of the leading knights guarding the temple stepped forward quickly. When he saw the six patterns on the token clearly, he couldn't help shivering. With a pop, he fell to the ground on one knee. "See the elders."

Hundreds of palace guard knights made the same movements in unison. Under their background, the originally ordinary master no longer looked so ordinary.

"Take me to see the Pope." The master told the other party his purpose in the simplest words.

That's right, the first person to come to Wuhun Hall was Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang used to be the elder of Wuhun Palace. I don't know why Bibi Dong would like such a person. However, this is the original work, there is no way.

He came to Wuhun Hall with only one thing in mind.

That is, he wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife!

That's right.

The master knew that this was their only chance. If they missed this opportunity, it would be difficult for them to kill Chen Feng.

Therefore, he was going to find Bibi Dong and borrow Bibi Dong's hand to kill Chen Feng.

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

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

The master'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."

The master finally moved his eyes away from the 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. White skin. Almost perfect appearance. It makes her look so different.

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

That person is Pope Bibi Dong!

Bibi Dong came to the master.

The golden long dress fits perfectly from head to toe. The dazzling dress sparkles with more than a hundred red, blue and gold gemstones.

The nine-curved purple gold crown on the head is even more radiant. In his hand is 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.

There was a complex change in Bibi Dong's eyes instantly. She looked like she was only about thirty years old.

But in fact, she is one year older than Master, already in her fifties.

The scepter in his hand fell to the ground, making a soft ding sound.

"You're here." The soft and melodious voice can easily make people feel like a spring breeze.

But the master's eyes became hard because of this. He put his hands on the table in front of him and stood up. He turned to Bibi Dong and said, "Yes, I'm here. Are you okay?"

A faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face, "There is nothing wrong with being above 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's anything wrong with me? "

The master sighed, "Bibi Dong, actually I"

"Bibi Dong? Sorry, we have different identities. Please call me Pope, or Your Majesty.

I am no longer the silly Bibi Dong I used to be. "

Bibi Dong said coldly.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope." The master'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 the fragrant tea in hand, the whole person seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past.

Perhaps now, the only one who is still immersed in the past and cannot extricate himself is the master.

"Tell me, why did you come to me?" The pope's voice still sounded so calm.