Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"I said that in front of Boss Bibi Dong, and His Holiness has no objection." Dao Feng said calmly, moving his lips and teeth slightly.

Harveys' pupils shrank a little.

"Why don't you join the Spirit Hall?"

This is what he wants to say, although the Pope has made him not have to recruit the blade.

He didn't understand why the always wise Pope would make a muddled decision. This is a peerless genius who may change the situation in the mainland!

Rarely encountered in a thousand years.

If this kind of talent is allowed to invest in other forces, then once it grows up, it will become a powerful enemy of the Spirit Hall!

For the sake of Wuhundian, he must intervene even against the Pope's order!

"Because Spirit Hall can't give me what I want." Dao Feng put away his smile, looked directly at Harvey's piercing eyes, and said calmly.

Looking at each other silently, the air seemed to freeze, and there was an inexplicable embarrassment in the atmosphere.

"What do you need?" Harveys stared at the blade for a long time and said indifferently.

"Power." Dao Feng spat out two words.

"Wuhundian can provide you with the best spirit ring, the best spirit bone, the most powerful back-up, and the most perfect cultivation environment." Havis said slowly, his eyes never leaving the blade while speaking eyes.

Blade shook his head: "These are not powers."

"It's not strength?" Harveys' already obvious wrinkles were getting deeper at this moment.If this is not quantity then what is quantity?

"Yeah." Dao Feng didn't plan to say more.

"Then what is power?" Seeing that Daofeng didn't mean to explain, Havis frowned and said in a deep voice.

It was very strange that he couldn't judge the real thoughts of a teenager in his teens. Harveys had never encountered such a situation.

Dao Feng suddenly smiled: "Boss Bibi Dong definitely didn't order you to torture me, so I have the right not to answer."

"You have no choice." Harveys' voice cooled down.

The air freezes.

The surging soul pressure fell on Daofeng.

Dao Feng sighed: "Why is this so?" The blade in his hand was summoned.

"Are you going to use force in front of the old man?" Harveys didn't see any disturbance in his eyes, after all, it was just Soul Sect, even if the combat power was amazing, it was meaningless in front of him.

Because - he is a level 89 Contra!

He has been trapped in this realm for 30 years.

"Don't get me wrong, I want you to appreciate this precious sword." The blade held the hilt upside down, with the tip of the sword facing down, and raised the sword to Harveys.

"Appreciating the sword?" Hawes was full of doubts in his old body, but this kid's martial soul was strange, especially those terrifying soul skills, which were not only terrifyingly powerful, but also capable of bursting fire.

"Yeah." Dao Feng smiled, and Jian Feng faced Harveys, and the purple soul ring rose under his feet.

Danger! ! ! !

Harveys' pupils shrank suddenly, his hair stood up, and he wanted to dodge as soon as he slapped the table.

Dao Feng put down his sword at this time, and said with a smile: "This is power, it can destroy the enemy, or disappear automatically."

Harveys sat down again and took a deep look at Daofeng, and there was no longer the underestimation in his eyes.

He looked quite calm, but there was already a huge wave in his heart. The last time he felt the trembling sense of crisis, he had forgotten how young he was.

This means that the young man in front of him actually has the power to threaten his life! !

What kind of monster is this? !

"Okay, Bishop Harveys, don't try any more. Bibi Dong once said that as long as I don't join any forces outside the Spirit Hall, I'm innocent." .

Harveys was silent for a long time, and said, "You rejected the invitation of His Majesty the Pope?"

"Well, Bibi Dong was going to slap me to death at that time, but she is a person who cherishes talents, so she spared my life in the end."

"Oh—" Harveys let out a long sigh.

Your Majesty the Pope...

A letter sealed with a snow-white six-winged post landed on the face of Daofeng.

Harveys said: "This is the letter from His Majesty the Pope."

The blade didn't move immediately, but stroked his chin and looked around at Harveys.

"Why are you looking at this old man like that?" Harveys felt a little uncomfortable, slightly sullen in his heart, who would dare to be so presumptuous in front of him and look at him with such scrutiny eyes!

"Bishop Harveys, you didn't take a peek, did you?" Dao Feng tilted his head and asked doubts in his heart.

The halo outside the window fell on his face, making him look like a pure and flawless angel. Havis was slightly stunned when he saw it. When he realized it, he slapped the table heavily with his skinny hands and stood up abruptly.

"Who are you as an old man?!" The violent soul power erupted, and the documents on the table flew.

Harveys stared at the blade with eyes full of rage, as if he wanted to kill him if he disagreed with him.

Dao Feng quickly waved his hand and smiled apologetically: "Bishop Harveys, don't take it seriously, I just said it casually, just said it casually."