Douluo: My Martial Spirit is the Ten Fierce Sky Horned Ants

Douluo Star, Douluo Continent, Wuhun City, and the Hall of Worship.

"Second priest, now her aura has fully recovered, and there is even a further trend." The person who spoke was the third priest in the hall of worship who rarely spoke.

"But her breath was so weak before that she even vomited blood and fainted in public when she was dealing with government affairs in the Pope's Palace. How did she recover in just one month?"

The second enshrined Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned, but he couldn't figure out why.

"Could it be the Nine-Hearted Begonia?" The four priests expressed their intentions.

"It's not her, she's too young, although Jiuxin Haitang's healing ability is the best in the world, but with her current soul power, there's no way to heal Bibi Dong." Fifth Priest interrupted.

"Could it be that holy white tiger?" the Sixth Priest Fifteen Jun Douluo interjected.

Hearing this, the expression of Seven Priest Jiangmo Douluo changed, as if he remembered something that he didn't want to recall.

In the end, he couldn't help complaining: "Brother, it's even more impossible. Although she claims to be a healing Douluo, in fact, who doesn't know that her martial soul, the Holy White Tiger, has very limited healing abilities, and it's okay to heal minor injuries. Serious injuries can't be counted on her at all, in comparison, her soul skills are more like a titled Douluo of the assault system."

In this way, several people in the hall of offerings enshrined you and me, and discussed.

During this period.

As a great priest, Qian Daoliu didn't speak. He just stared silently at the huge seraphim statue in the middle of the worship hall, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, Qian Daoliu whispered softly: "By the way, about Xue'er, maybe I should talk to this young man. This should be the third time I have talked to him."

The first conversation was when Dong Qing was six years old. Not long after he joined Wuhun Hall, Qian Daoliu turned into a sweeping man and chatted with Dong Qing, who didn't recognize the identity of this man.

The second conversation was when Dongqing was ten years old. It has been four years since he joined Wuhundian. Qian Daoliu once again became a teacher of Wuhundian Elite Soul Master Academy and taught Dongqing for about half a year.

Through the close contact in the past six months, he felt that there was light in Dongqing's heart, and he was definitely not an evil woman like Bibidong.

Since then.

Qian Daoliu recognized Dongqing's identity as the Holy Son of Wuhundian, and at the same time recognized that he was qualified to contact Qian Renxue.

But in this third conversation, Qian Daoliu wanted to have a good chat with Dong Qing about Qian Renxue and his marriage, and when he would be able to embrace his great-grandson.

Wuhun City.

The city was full of people, and the streets were full of people. Some people had no expression on their faces, some had happy smiles on their faces, and some had stinky faces on their faces.

All kinds of beings emerge in endlessly.

"Extra! Extra! In the latest issue of the news paper, the offseason of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is over, and the promotion competition is about to begin. Now, the suzerain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect personally judges the top ten most powerful talents in the mainland."

"Who is the first Tianjiao?"

"Nonsense, can it be someone else? Of course it is our Holy Son!"

"That's what you said."

"Who is the second day's pride?"

"Sir, you may have to buy this newspaper before I can tell you."

"How much!"

"The official price is three copper soul coins. For the sake of my hard work on running errands, sir, give me five copper soul coins, and the extra two can be used as a small errand fee?"

"It's not expensive, take it!"

"Thank you sir for your generosity."

"Damn it, the second day is actually arrogance."

Except for the lazy person in front of him who is too lazy to go to the Wuhun branch to buy directly, many people now have the latest issue of newspapers in their hands.

Some people browsed the gossip about princes and aristocrats above, while a small number of people were paying attention to the headlines about the start of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition Promotion Tournament.

But what most people are most interested in is the so-called top ten talents.

As the newspapers gradually gained popularity among the people, the newspapers, a force belonging to Dongqing, were also constantly expanding in scale, especially with Bibidong's connivance, together with the Fire Leopard Sect, Chamomile Sect, and Bird Peak Sect, Even Min's clan belonged to Dongqing.

Newspapers, a force belonging to Dongqing, turned out to be a third-party force within the Spirit Hall.

Perhaps the high-end combat power really can't be compared with Bibi Dong's Elder Hall and Qian Daoliu's Enshrining Hall. In terms of influence alone, news and newspapers control the mouthpiece of the entire Douluo Continent.

After all, people live in this world, and many people are looking for a face. People need face, and trees need bark. As long as they don't completely give up on themselves, most people will pay attention to their external image.

Therefore, even though the newspapers had risen not long ago, they still quickly gained a pivotal position in the Spirit Hall, for fear that these literati would slander their image on the newspapers.

The top ten pride of the mainland?

Dong Qing was taken aback, stopped quickly, walked up to the second dealer just now, took out five copper soul coins, and motioned the other party to sell him a newspaper.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir!" Hearing this, the Erdao businessman was overjoyed, and quickly took out a neat and clean newspaper from his arms, and handed it to Dongqing.

At this moment, Dong Qing was wearing a white peaked cap on his head and a black mask hanging from the corner of his mouth. No one on the street could recognize him, including the Erdao businessman.

But this was only temporary. After he reached out to take the newspaper, he was about to open it to see what was going on, but he found that the second-hand dealer looked at him with something wrong.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Dong Qing said coldly.

"That...sir, you...really look like His Royal Highness Son!" Erdao Merchant stuttered at first, but her tone became more and more certain as she spoke.

Erdao Merchant is a half-grown child, a girl, an orphan, with a thin body and dark skin, about seven or eight years old, but she has no soul power, just an ordinary person.

The trousers on her lower body were a little dirty, but the clothes on her upper body were clean, and she held about a dozen brand new newspapers in her arms.

It could be seen that she was afraid of soiling the stack of newspapers in her arms.

Thanks to the steady business of newspapers and the fact that there is no shortage of lazy people in any world, these fatherless orphans can make ends meet.

"I am not, you are wrong!"

Dong Qing didn't know what to say, I was so tightly covered, yet people could see some clues.

"Really?"

The Erdao dealer blinked his big dark eyes, which were filled with do you think I would believe it?

After a few seconds of silence, Dong Qing finally compromised: "Okay! I'm just warning you, don't talk nonsense, and don't yell. I don't want to attract attention, I just want to walk quietly by myself."

"Finally I admit it, don't worry! I won't yell." The Erdao dealer nodded vigorously.

For some reason, the small red flag that had been hanging around Dong Qing's waist moved slightly at this moment, and a faint, almost invisible flame appeared on the flag.

Dong Qing didn't notice this scene, he was still talking on his own.

"What else do you need?"

"Holy"

"Call me brother!"

"Oh! Well, brother, why are you out shopping alone? There are no guards around you!"

"Nothing to do with you."

"elder brother!"

"I don't like people following behind, so I didn't bring those guards with me."