Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

As soon as the Wuhundian group stepped into the castle, they were greeted by a long red carpet, with welcoming soul masters on both sides, waves of enthusiastic voices, showing the sincerity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ribbons are fluttering and flowers are everywhere.

The suzerain Ning Fengzhi went out to greet him in person, leading the core senior officials of the sect, and gave the Spirit Hall the highest reception.

"His Royal Highness, it's no wonder that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is firmly in second place."

Being so valued, Bishop Jason was also very useful in his heart, and he praised Lin Langtian through sound transmission.

Lin Langtian nodded slightly.

"Welcome everyone to come and visit." Ning Fengzhi greeted warmly, and ordered people to bring the soul masters from the Wuhun Palace to the banquet, while he nodded slightly to Lin Langtian, "Holy Son, please follow me."

"Okay." Lin Langtian also smiled back.

Contrary to the lively outside world, Ning Fengzhi led Lin Langtian through several small paths, passed through many castles, climbed a hill, and entered a bamboo garden pavilion.

The breeze is coming, elegant and quiet.

In the gazebo, two vigorous old men sat facing each other. Next to them was an elf-like girl holding her cheeks. Seeing Lin Langtian's gaze, she immediately snorted and turned her head away.

Bone Douluo, with a faintly sinister temperament, grinned and looked over.

Sword Douluo's pupils contracted for a moment.

A surge of sword intent pierced through his body, he originally intended to punish Lin Langtian for Ning Rongrong, but at this moment, he sensed the top sword martial soul, and his Seven Killing Sword martial soul actually resonated.

This is a kind of feedback with an unyielding fighting spirit.

Jian Douluo suppressed that impulse, and stared at Lin Langtian solemnly. If he was regarded as a rising star before, then he is regarded as an equal opponent now.

Standing up suddenly, subconsciously stood in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Holy Son, make gestures?"

Lin Langtian smiled lightly and shook his head, "No hurry, it's hard for me to stop now."

Following the conversation between the two, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became oppressive. Everyone looked at Sword Douluo. From his tone, it could be heard that it was not a joke.

"Grandpa Jian, forget it..." Ning Rongrong persuaded in a low voice.

On the other hand, Bone Douluo showed an interested smile, it was the first time he saw Chen Xin being so serious, even in the past when he sparred with him, he had never shown such aura.

"Uncle Jian, the Holy Son is my guest."

Ning Fengzhi smoothed things over with a smile, and said to Lin Langtian: "Holy Son, don't take it to heart, Uncle Jian is the little devil who dotes on my family the most, and he doesn't really want to fight you."

"I know." Lin Langtian nodded slightly.

The stern aura on his body also burst out, pressing towards Jian Douluo like a huge wave. It was rare to meet a top sword martial soul, and he also wanted to try the edge of the Remnant Fire Taidao.

And the Seven Killing Sword can be ranked among the top three among Qi Wuhun.

"Offended, Holy Son."

With a low shout, Jian Douluo was delighted to see Lie Xin, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, a sharp sword intent flashed, the space seemed to be cut in half, and he rushed in front of Lin Langtian in an instant.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, and was about to stop it.

But at some point, Bone Douluo came to the side, smiled and shook his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, neither of them used their soul power, they just tried their edge happily after seeing Liexin."

"Grandfather Jian, come on, defeat him!" Ning Rongrong clapped his hands in encouragement.

But the strange thing is that everyone's voices seemed to disappear, and everything around them became silent.

Jingle!

A three-foot long sword made of sterling silver hit one of the blades.

With a flick of Lin Langtian's wrist, the blade drew a waning moon in the air, closely attached to the Seven Killing Sword, and slashed towards Jian Douluo.

The knives and swords bloomed with sharpness and made harsh friction sounds.

All of this happened so quickly, before everyone even heard the sound of swords clashing, they had already made their next move.

"Good sword, good martial spirit!" Sword Douluo drew back the Seven Killing Sword and placed it across his chest, only to see a small gap appeared in the sword body shining with silver light, and the long knife was embedded in it.

In terms of quality, the Remnant Fire Taisao Wuhun actually crushed the Seven Killing Sword!

Jian Douluo didn't take it seriously, instead he laughed and said boldly: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, my Seven Killing Sword lost to other martial spirits on the way to sharpness..."

Amidst the laughter, it was hard to hide a trace of loneliness.

Bone Douluo smacked his lips, looked at Jian Douluo, then at Lin Langtian, shrugged his shoulders, and transmitted Ning Fengzhi: "This is enough for him to be depressed, and the Seven Kills Sword Wushuang Killer is also It's time to make way for someone else."

The most recognized martial soul weapon is the Clear Sky Hammer.

But when it comes to sharpness, Sword Douluo's Seven Kills Sword is the most respected.

"Okay, okay, meeting swords and soldiers is too unpleasant, why not sit down and drink fine wine, discuss the past and talk about the present" Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed a light, and he smiled to smooth things over.

Chapter 96 On Tianjiao

Inside the gazebo.

Under Ning Fengzhi's spring-like reception, the four of them sat down, while Ning Rongrong stood beside him, pouted dissatisfiedly, and even made a face for Lin Langtian while others were not paying attention.

Why should Lin Langtian occupy her position?