Douluo: Miss Tang Sect, she blows up the audience

Tang Qingxi just left, leaving Ning Fengzhi behind, and he had even more doubts in his heart.

Is there really an internal disagreement within Wuhun Palace? What does Tang Qingxi mean by revealing this news to himself?

However, now that Tang Qingxi's identity is clear, Ning Fengzhi should feel more at ease. After all, the unknown is more disturbing.

After finding Chang Zong who had completed the delivery, he explained that the Qibao Glazed Sect did not need to pay this time, so Tang Qingxi led the convoy out of the Qibao Glazed Sect.

Afterwards, Chang Zong led his people back to Sotuo City, while Tang Qingxi headed towards Wuhun City.

The distance from Tiandou Tai Wuhun City was not very close, so it took Tang Qingxi seven days to get there despite all his efforts.

Compared with Tiandou Capital City, Wuhun City is much smaller, not even one-tenth of the area of ​​Tiandou City. But this is indeed a place that most soul masters in Douluo Continent yearn for.

Wuhun City is a small city, but its city walls are built according to the standards of the imperial capital. The 80-meter-high city wall looks extremely majestic, and its thickness is more than 30 meters. It is completely repaired from granite.

This city originally did not exist and was entirely funded and built by Wuhun Palace.

The most peculiar thing is that Wuhun City is not four-sided like ordinary cities, but six-sided. In other words, it has six city walls. The people responsible for patrolling the city walls are all soul masters, wearing the exclusive uniforms of Wuhun Palace.

On each of the six city walls, there is a huge relief, which symbolizes the six powerful martial spirits that are very famous on the road.

Wuhun City looked very empty, with not many pedestrians on the streets and few shops. Most of these shops sold items needed by soul masters, and even space storage soul guides.

Of course, quality and capacity are just that.

Tang Qingxi entered Wuhun City and headed towards the hill in the center of Wuhun City.

Wuhun City was built around this hill. On that hill, there are two extremely eye-catching buildings.

The most magnificent building halfway up the mountain, with its column structure and dome, covered with golden material and shining in the sun, is the Papal Palace.

The Pope of Wuhun Palace lived there, and of course, Tang Qingxi's residence was also there.

The other building located at the top of the hill, only about one-third the size of the Pope's Palace, with a surface as white as jade, is the most advanced existence of the Wuhun Palace, the Douluo Palace.

To the outside world, it is a place where only dead Titled Douluo can stay. It can be said to be the grave of Titled Douluo.

But there actually lived a living person among them, a person who had long been hidden from the outside world and could only be known to very old high-level soul masters. He was the father of the last pope of Wuhun Palace and the great enshrined Qiandaoliu.

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Looking at the Douluo Palace, Tang Qingxi's eyes turned cold for a moment.

Qiandaoliu's cultivation level is really high and his strength is extremely strong, but it's a pity that his tutor is not very good, what kind of thing is the son he teaches.

Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Qingxi walked directly towards the Pope's Palace.

At this time, the atmosphere in the meeting hall of the Papal Palace was solemn.

Tang Qingxi walked outside the meeting hall and saw many palace knights guarding the meeting hall with alert expressions, so he knew that a meeting was being held inside.

She was not interested in participating in the disturbance, so she walked directly around the meeting hall and walked inside.

When they arrived at the Pope's palace, Tang Qingxi put the white cat on his shoulder on the table, threw off his coat and fell down.

After seven days of traveling, she was a little tired and wanted to sleep first.

The white cat squatted on the table for a while. Seeing that Tang Qingxi's breathing was gradually calming down, he looked around and jumped onto the soft table. He crossed his body on the soft and wide armrest and closed his eyes.

When Tang Qingxi woke up, it was completely dark, and he was covered with a soft and comfortable thin blanket.

The hall was very dark, except for a lamp embedded with luminous gemstones placed on the table, which was also covered with a cover, making the light emitted very weak.

Bibi Dong, who had taken off her gorgeous papal attire during the day, was wearing a white gauze skirt, her long hair was disheveled, and she was sitting at the table with a soft face, flipping through books under the faint light.

The white cat was lying next to Bibi Dong's hand, leaning his head and reading the contents of the book together.

Tang Qingxi turned over, stretched out, and did not get up. He was still lying lazily and said, "Just take off the cover when reading. What are you reading with such light?"

"Are you awake?" Bibi Dong turned her head upon hearing the sound and said softly.

With that said, he put down the book in his hand and walked over, sitting on the side of the soft couch, reaching out to brush the sleep-tangled hair on Tang Qingxi's face to his ears.

Tang Qingxi then yawned, showing that he hadn't slept enough yet.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh. It was rare to see Tang Qingxi looking so relaxed.

However, Tang Qingxi did not let himself relax for long, and immediately stood up and sat on the couch: "How is your internal strength?"

"Mingyu's magical skill has been cultivated to the sixth level." Bibi Dong replied.

Hearing this, Tang Qingxi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No wonder they tried every means to control you. Your martial arts talent is not as good as mine back then. Although it is really slower than me, I already had the Tang Sect's talent back then.

The bottom line is that as someone who has never been in contact with you, it is truly extraordinary that you can practice at such a speed."

Bibi Dong sighed softly and tried to smile. If possible, she would rather not have such a talent.

"I asked you to prepare before. Are you ready?" Tang Qingxi decisively changed the subject.

Bibi Dong nodded when he heard this: "It's all done. Are you level 30?"

"Yeah." Tang Qingxi nodded.

"They say I'm practicing fast. You just left the Killing City a few months ago, right? You're already at level 30." Bibi Dong smiled and stroked Tang Qingxi's head, then quickly withdrew her hand.

Although he knew Tang Qingxi's origins and knew that the person in front of him had lived for as long as himself, Tang Qingxi did have a face that was still childish. When he was quiet, he had a cute face that made him want to stroke it.

Tang Qingxi couldn't help but glance at Bibi Dong: "Go and play Arou."

Arou: "..."

Then Tang Qingxi took out the top-quality ore that he had bought from the Qibao Glazed Sect and put it on the table: "I bought this from the Qibao Glazed Sect."

Then he glanced at Bibi Dong: "I sold a batch of hidden weapons to the Qibao Glazed Sect, which can give them more ability to protect themselves. I bought these from them again. You first use the materials to make the Guaranteed Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle.

Component."

"Okay." Bibi Dong nodded and collected all the ores.

"That Tang Hao's son is really interesting." Tang Qingxi leaned against the soft wall and talked about what he had seen during this period.

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows curiously: "How do you say that?"

"He is from the Tang Sect." Tang Qingxi said directly, "An outer sect disciple, his talent is quite good, but he probably hasn't been out of the Tang Sect much, and his temper is relatively naive. But he respects my identity and is obedient."