Douluo: Haotian myth

Ning Fengzhi stared at the young man in front of him seriously and asked the question he was most concerned about. As the three temples were destroyed, he became more and more worried that the Soul Palace would attack the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. Only when the three sects united together could he have

sense of security.

Tang Bufan was slightly stunned, thought for a moment before slowly saying: "Uncle Ning, it's true that the sect will be completely unblocked after I become the title Douluo."

"If I don't have any errors in sensing, your soul power has reached level 84. It's still a short distance from level 90. It shouldn't take a few years, right?" Jian Douluo's eyes lit up.

Looking at Tang Bufan in a daze.

Tang Bufan sighed lightly, "Senior, I am as wise as a torch. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to become the titled Douluo in three years."

"Three years!"

Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo couldn't help but exclaim.

In their opinion, although Tang Bufan's cultivation speed is fast, it is good to be able to improve one level a year when he reaches the Conqura realm. But what he didn't expect was that they actually underestimated Tang Bufan. If he didn't lie, this is

Two-level rhythm in a year.

After a while, Jian Douluo accepted the result and couldn't help but sigh: "Young people are so terrifying! Xiaofan, your current strength is probably above me!"

"Senior has been awarded too much, so I am not the opponent of my senior!"

Jian Douluo shook his head, "You don't have to be humble. You can defeat the four titled Douluo and join forces to prove your strength. Even I am not sure to deal with the four titled Douluo at the same time, even if they are only ninety-two, three

class!"

Tang Bufan was speechless.

Ning Fengzhi smiled, "Okay, I'm waiting for three years. Three years later, Haotian Sect is unblocked, and I will definitely come to the door to congratulate me."

"Then thank Uncle Ning!" Tang Bufan responded.

Afterwards, Tang Bufan bid farewell to Ning Feng and returned to the Jiang family.

In the private room, Ning Fengzhi stared at the direction where Tang Bufan disappeared and said thoughtfully: "Uncle Jian, Xiaofan is really strong enough to this extent. Isn't even you an opponent?"

"It is very likely that at least with my strength, I cannot defeat the four titled Douluo to join forces, but I dare not draw conclusions if I didn't witness it with my own eyes. Feng Zhi, we need to be careful about the Martial Soul Hall in the past three years.

Otherwise, the three temples are our lessons. Of course, we are much better than the three temples." Jian Douluo said seriously.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, "Let's go, Uncle Jian, I believe that in a few days, the three temples and Tang Bufan's enfeoffment will spread throughout the continent. We should also prepare."

The two of them quickly left the teahouse.

Wuhun City, Pope Hall.

There seemed to be a thick layer of frost condensed in the hall of conventions, which made Hu Liena, who was standing behind Pope Bibidong, silent.

The atmosphere in the hall was so weird and depressing that she couldn't breathe.

There were only three people in the entire hall, she, Pope Bibidong and a beautiful woman in a golden long dress with a majestic temperament. The beautiful woman was nothing but Qian Renxue who changed back to women's clothing.

Qian Renxue has been in the hall for a while, but she has not spoken, just staring at her teacher, Pope Bibidong. Her teacher also did not speak, just staring at the other person's face with a cold look.

"Nana, you go out first!" Bibidong seemed to be noticed by Hu Liena's strangeness and waved to her gently.

Hu Liena responded respectfully and did not dare to stay for a moment.

When she left the Pope's temple, she realized that her underwear had been soaked in sweat.

This was the first time she saw someone dare to look at her teacher with this kind of gaze, which made her feel very curious about the identity of this woman. The woman seemed to be a few years older than her, but she just radiated it

Her momentum actually made her feel suffocating and faced the elder. That momentum was not only the absolute oppression of the martial soul, but also the presentation of her personal personality.

After Hu Liena went out, only Bibidong and Qian Renxue were left in the hall.

Bibidong looked at the girl in front of him, and a complex color that was not easy to detect in the depths of his eyes flashed, and he sighed, "If you fail, you will fail, as long as you come back safely. Although we were unable to capture the Heavenly Fighting Empire, we still

Destroy the three major temples and accept all their forces. In general, we still have an advantage."

Qian Renxue looked at the woman in front of her coldly, "If you hadn't been too hasty, how could I have exposed it? The reason why I failed is entirely your responsibility! Right, sister!"

When he said the last two words, his tone was full of ridicule.

"What are you calling me?" Bibidong's eyes flashed.

Qian Renxue said disdainfully, "What, I want me to call you the second time! Let me tell you, I only have grandpa and one relative in my life. My father is dead, and you will get what you want. From now on, you will be fine.

When your Pope, I will take charge of my Elders' Hall and Douluo Hall. From now on, all the elders of the Elders' Hall will be under my control, and you have no right to mobilize them."

"What did you say?" Bibidong's eyes became sharp again, and a stream of pressure like substance burst out from her and pressed towards Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but sneer, and her aura burst out and she went straight to meet her. When the auras of the two sides collided, they were still stronger than Bi Dong. They forced Qian Renxue to take a few steps back, causing the old injury to recur, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

Even though Qian Renxue retreated, her eyes were still extremely stubborn and she was not afraid of Bibidong.

Bibidong finally noticed that Qian Renxue was injured, his eyes were slightly stunned, and his tone was slightly relieved, "I have improved my cultivation over the years, but I just don't care about my body!"

"Who cares about you being hypocritical! Just take care of yourself." Qian Renxue sneered.

A trace of loss flashed deep in Bibidong's eyes, and he felt a little powerless, "You go out! If your grandfather agrees with your ideas, I naturally have no objection!"

Qian Renxue glanced at Bibidong coldly and slammed the door and left.

Bibidong looked at Qian Renxue's back, and a line of tears couldn't help but flow down from the corners of his eyes. At this moment, he lost all his strength and collapsed on the chair.

On the other hand, Tang Bufan returned to the Jiang family and immediately took out the Hanhai Qiankun Shield to study it.

As soon as the azure blue triangle appears, soft blue light spreads throughout the room, giving a tranquil feeling.

Instead of injecting his soul power into the vast sea, Tang Bufan injected his mental power into it for detection.

However, at this moment, an accident happened. His mental power that was about to transform was actually bounced out with a huge force, and he flew backwards. The vast sea cloud cover in his hand was even more strange.

The ground hit Tang Bufan's forehead, and then he fell into a coma.

The moment before he was unconscious, he finally realized what that huge force was. It was a vast spiritual energy. If only this was the case, it would not have rebounded Tang Bufan's mental power. Because Tang Bufan's mental power was

It has reached its limit, but this spiritual energy and his mental power are not on the same level.

This spiritual energy may be called the power of divine thoughts, which is more accurate.