Twin god-level martial spirits shocked the Demon Emperor’s wife!

The old man was very angry.

"No...no."

"I dare not. It was...the Fourth Priest and the Holy Son who said so."

Long Tao was so frightened that his face turned pale and his body trembled. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the narrow phoenix eyes.

"Hey, raise your head. Don't be so useless. You just said that you have a great enlightenment."

Long Tao's shoulder was suddenly patted. A teasing voice came to his ear. He turned his head and saw a sunny and handsome face. Who else could it be but Luo Fanchen who was walking over?

"Don't talk nonsense. Salute His Majesty the Pope."

Long Tao was almost scared to tears.

How could he not be afraid? There is a saying in the Soul Martial Continent that it is better to offend the King of Hell than to offend the Pope. This shows how terrifying Di Weiyang's reputation is.

"Fourth Priest, huh." After hearing this, Di Weiyang's phoenix eyes revealed a cold light, and said in a light voice: "How can the remnants of the old era judge the genius of the new era?"

Long Tao was confused. He thought that he had just said that Luo Fanchen would try to beat the Priest and the Son of God in the future. If the Pope heard it, he would definitely be finished.

As a result, the other party seemed to not care at all, disdained the Priest, but seemed to... be optimistic about Luo Fanchen?

Long Tao's mind moved. No, the meaning of the sentence just now was not just as simple as optimistic.

Luo Fanchen was neither humble nor arrogant. He looked at the Pope's peerless face, which was majestic without anger, and was secretly shocked.

What a Temple Pope.

Not only is she extremely beautiful, but she is also extremely domineering. Even the worshippers of at least level 95 or above cannot catch her eye and have become remnants of the old era.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of my teacher?" The young girl asked in surprise, her purple ponytail swaying.

Luo Fanchen asked back, "Why should I be afraid?"

The girl's cherry lips slightly opened, and a pair of cute tiger teeth could be vaguely seen. The other party's question made her feel helpless.

Shouldn't she be afraid?

You should know that many powerful people, under the strong aura of the Pope teacher, are like the little deacon in front of him and the surrounding villagers, like mice seeing a cat, feeling uneasy and not daring to look up.

At this time, not only the saint was curious, but even the female pope was slightly surprised.

Having been in a high position for many years, coupled with terrifying strength, there are very few people who dare to look at her. This young man is really different.

Moreover, the female pope, who never cares about other people's appearance and is face-blind, actually feels that the young man in front of him is too handsome, as if he exudes some special charm.

Luo Fanchen raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a handsome arc: "If you walk upright, stand upright, and do things with a clear conscience, even if the Pope comes in person, what is there to fear?"

The purple-haired saint saw that smile and was slightly distracted, thinking how could there be such a good-looking man in the world, her peach lips opened and closed.

"Aren't you afraid that the teacher will hit you?"

Luo Fanchen spread his hands and smiled:

"If you are afraid, you will die, and if you are not afraid, you will die, so why should you be afraid?"

"And I think if you two want to harm me, there is no need to say so much, just do it directly."

Long Tao was sweating in his palms when he heard it. He was going to die. These words were simply rebellious, bold and reckless.

Brother, no, ancestor! You are really brave, and the Pope is also tough, don't you give face?

Even if we don't act like licking dogs, it's okay to say a few compliments. There is no need to be so tough. If you destroy the other party's goodwill, you will die.

The purple-haired saint opened her mouth slightly, turned her head and said to the cold and beautiful female pope beside her in surprise: "Teacher, you are right, this guy is really special, different from other men in the temple."

The female pope closed her cold thin lips and did not respond, but her eyes were more approving.

What she disliked most in her life was people who were servile and flattering. Luo Fanchen's attitude of never bending and never bending deeply won her heart.

After thinking, she opened her lips and said:

"I am the thirteenth female pope of the Temple of Light, Di Weiyang, are you willing to worship me as your master?"

Long Tao, who had been tense all the time, was stunned for a moment, as if struck by lightning.

Damn!

What, accept a disciple?

He didn't hear it wrong.

The female pope decided to accept Luo Fanchen as a disciple? ? This is not the same as the script he imagined of both waiting to die.

Rumor has it that the female pope has a dull personality and doesn't like strangers, especially men.

The villagers around looked at each other in bewilderment. They could see each other's eyes wide open. They didn't dare to speak, but that didn't mean they didn't hear anything.

This Luo Fanchen is too amazing.

Three sentences to make the female pope accept him as a disciple?

"Why?" Luo Fanchen asked calmly.

Damn it!

Long Tao's hands

Pulling his hair hard, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

Brother, are you crazy? The Pope wants to take you as her disciple, why hesitate? If you don't kneel down to thank her, what are you thinking?

Beside him, the villagers had already dropped their jaws, thinking about it in their minds.

He...has always been so brave...

Oh, it seems, he has been super brave since he was a child. Most villagers still remember that this guy dared to go hunting in the mountains alone at the age of eleven, and came back to the village with scars and a gray wolf.

Luo Fanchen turned a blind eye to the murderous envious eyes around him. As a time traveler, he was naturally wary of this world. He believed that there is no free lunch in the world, and one person would not be good to another person without reason.

Naive people are dead.

He wants to know why the other party took him as a disciple. After all, his martial soul looks useless on the surface, and only he knows how awesome he is in reality.

The purple-haired saint bared her fangs and said fiercely: "Damn it, I have the urge to bite you to death!"

"Do you know how many geniuses and heroes want to become your disciples? They are like carp crossing the river. Even the saint who was arrogant to you before knelt down and begged for three days in front of the teacher."

"But the teacher didn't even bother to look at that guy."

Although Luo Fanchen was handsome and she had a good impression of him, she really wanted to bite this guy to pieces now. He didn't know how difficult it was for the Pope to speak.

The female pope had an icy face and no expression.

"You want a reason?"

"Yes." Luo Fanchen nodded and insisted on his own opinion.

"Swish!"

The sun was shining in the sky, the summer was scorching, but the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

Everyone shivered and looked terrified.

When the emperor was angry, millions of corpses were buried.

The proud and delicate body of the female pope was emitting a pressure as deep as a prison, and her phoenix eyes stared at Luo Fanchen without any emotion.

"I, Di Weiyang, have never had to explain my actions to anyone."

The surrounding Long Tao and villagers felt like thorns in their backs. Even if the female pope was not targeting them at the moment, they felt cold under this powerful aura.

They could only look anxiously at Luo Fanchen, who had been silent all the time, and said, "Brother, ancestor! Speak, speak quickly! ... No one expected that at this time when the situation could not be eased, Di Weiyang spoke again:

"But, I can give you a reason today."

"This Pope..."

"I like you."

"Is this reason enough?"

After the cold and domineering voice fell, the surroundings were silent. Not to mention Long Tao and the villagers, the Saint opened her lips wide with disbelief.

It was numb.

How could it be possible? The Saint knew her teacher well, and she was very principled. If she said she would not explain to you, she would not explain.

What happened today.

"Enough."

Luo Fanchen bowed his head and performed the ceremony of paying respect to his teacher.

"Disciple Luo Fanchen, I meet the teacher."

Di Weiyang nodded, and the corners of his lips actually lifted up a moment of beauty, everything around him seemed to be eclipsed, and everyone was stunned.

"A talent deficiency can be made up, but if a person has a deficiency, there is no medicine to cure it."

"Luo Fanchen, those four priests are blind, but in the eyes of this Pope, you are very good."

Luo Fanchen took a glimpse of her, and his heart skipped a beat. Unfortunately, the smile was fleeting, and he returned to his cold look.

After becoming a disciple, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Is he really not afraid of death?

Come on, only the young and the foolish don't know how to live or die. He, Luo Fanchen, is not a saint, and he cherishes his life very much. In the face of death, he can have a very flexible moral bottom line.

In fact, he thinks before doing anything, and the facts prove that he has made the right bet now.

First, he really needs the other party to give a reason to judge the other party's purpose of accepting a disciple, and he must be careful to live long.

Second, his little wife Su Jiuer is the demon emperor, even if she can't beat him, can't she take him away?

Third, who was he in his previous life? He is a master of psychology at the level of the sea king, and he knows all kinds of women's personalities.

For the cold and arrogant character of the Ice Queen, the softer your attitude is, the less confident and confident you are, the more she will look down on you.

Anyone who dares to avoid the Queen's eyes is destined to be disliked by the Queen. In the eyes of the Queen, the weak are all subjects.

If you want to conquer the Queen, you can only be stronger and more domineering than her, but definitely not the brainless middle school student Long Aotian. There are too many details to explain in detail.

Luo Fanchen shook his head.

Damn it, what a mess he was thinking about.

It's probably because of the occupational disease of the Sea King in his previous life. He didn't have the idea of ​​being a rebellious disciple who rebelled against his master, and he definitely didn't have it now.

The most urgent task is how to get on the right track of cultivation and study the two martial spirits

What's going on? Where is the treasure land pointed to by the sheepskin map?

Su Jiuer hadn't told him much about soul masters before. This time, after awakening his martial soul, he entered a new field.

Alas, in this world, the weak have no human rights, and without strength, it is simply difficult to move forward. I heard that there are evil soul masters doing evil in secret. Fortunately, he has a wife who is the empress and a master who is the pope, so his safety is slightly guaranteed.

"Brother Fanchen, my name is Bai Yingyue, just call me Yingyue from now on."

The girl swayed her slender legs in black boots and ran to Luo Fanchen, her purple ponytail swaying, and she spoke coquettishly.

Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched: "Call me Senior Brother? Shouldn't you be Senior Sister?"

"Oh, it's almost the same, almost the same! Being a Senior Sister is so troublesome, I have always wanted to have a Senior Brother who cares about me."

Bai Yingyue stuck out her tongue, as if she remembered something, her breathing became rapid and she said:

"By the way, throw away the dragon blood that the Fourth Priest gave you."

"Throw away the dragon blood? What do you mean." Luo Fanchen was a little puzzled.