Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 248 - The Pope of the Holy Soul Hall cannot lose the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo just like Qian Lingyun cannot lose the Golden Soul Coin!

"Well, there are more than 80 people, I don't know where to send them!", Qian Lingjun turned out the map, thought carefully, and finally chose Yuncheng, which is [-] miles away from here.

There was a newly opened Ordinary League branch there, with more than 60 ordinary people and a dozen soul masters, which was almost enough.

Walking out of the crumbling 'cellar', Qian Lingjun saw the maid squatting on the edge of the woods at a glance.

Seeing that he was carrying a slender metal rod on his shoulder, squatting on the ground like a grandson, Qian Lingjun couldn't help grinning, and beckoned to the maid: "Come here!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" The maid came over with some difficulty carrying the piercing cannon, and said in a trembling voice: "The old guy is dead?"

"Dead." Qian Lingjun nodded, and added: "You can't find the whole body if it's broken. If you go now, you should be able to..."

Before the words fell, the cellar, which had been ravaged many times by more than a dozen custom-installed soul guidance shells, could no longer hold on.

In this way, it collapsed in the eyes of the two, and it ended its sinful life.

"Okay, okay! I can't find the whole body." Qian Lingjun patted the maid on the shoulder dumbfounded, and said stinky: "Don't be obsessed with sister, she is just a legend!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingjun put away the piercing gun and got up to leave, but the maid grabbed her by the corner of her clothes and fell to her knees on the ground, begging Qian Lingjun to take her away with her.

"Tsk, there are quite a lot of people kneeling to me today! You're just kneeling now, so you probably won't be among the top [-]." Qian Lingjun looked at the little maid up and down for a while and thought to himself:
[Anyway, more than 80 are taken away, and it’s not bad to take one more away. This girl is a maid, right? Then... why don’t you just pull her back and be with Nana as a companion. 】

"You can come with me, I don't support idlers here! Either you are particularly good at fighting, or you are smart and capable, and the most important thing is to be loyal, you know?" Qian Lingjun waved angrily, and said:

"If you can do it, make an oath with your martial spirit and follow! And introduce yourself to me on the way."

After swearing the oath as quickly as Qian Lingjun had ever seen, the little maid pulled off her maid uniform with a smile on her face, followed Qian Lingjun every step of the way, and introduced herself:

"My name is Yueyue, 15 years old, level 38 soul master, martial soul, sixteen-petal chrysanthemum!"

Level 38, 15 years old...

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun was taken aback for a moment, stopped involuntarily, turned his head and asked:
"Here you are still 15 years old and level 38? What level is your innate soul power? Did you take some medicine to improve your cultivation?"

Although the 15-year-old level 38 does not look very good on the surface, you have to look at the situation!

Even in Shrek, which claims to have the most powerful soul master training resources, a 15-year-old level 38 has the ability to graduate from an outer academy.

What's more, Yueyue is still in the Chongtianmen, an environment where she can't cultivate well.

"My innate soul power is at level seven and a half, and I have taken some medicine to improve it." Yueyue lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Chrysanthemum Martial Soul, Resentful Spirit Martial Soul, interesting! It's really interesting!" Qian Lingyun looked at Yueyue who was embarrassed, and subconsciously thought of the two elders of the Pope's Palace ten thousand years ago, Yueguan and Guigui.

Although Nana's Wuhun is not a ghost, but a wraith.

But from the perspective of the Blue Star people, the Wraith can barely be regarded as a kind of ghost.

Rakshasa, Chrysanthemum, Ghost, sounds like a very old and hot combination!

Thinking of this, Qian Lingjun's face softened a lot, and she whispered: "Yueyue, according to the soul master's point of view, what type is your martial spirit?"

"Assault system!"

Yueyue lowered her head, summoned a few white chrysanthemums in embarrassment, and flung them out like a shuriken.

Seeing three white chrysanthemums accurately nailing the word "pin" on the brick wall, Qian Lingjun twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but complain:

"Good guy, this operation... looks like it really makes people go back to thousands of years ago!"

"My lord, I... Am I very weak?" Yueyue clutched the corner of her clothes a little awkwardly, with a pitiful look of self-mutilation.

"weak…"

A trace of relief flashed in Qian Lingyun's dark red eyes, he raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder lightly, comfortingly said: "It's not that weak, it's just... let's be so-so!"

"Work hard. I have already chosen your future title for you. After your ninth ring... you will be Ju Douluo Yueyue!"

Hearing this, Yueyue couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice: "Master... I... Can I really become a Titled Douluo with my appearance?"

"Yes! I said you can, so of course you can!" Qian Lingjun took out a blazing herb from the storage soul guide.

It was a red trembling, soft and crisp fairy grass. It looked very simple, it was only composed of red grass leaves.

The top of the blade of grass looks like a rooster's comb, but if you look closely, you can find that it is different, the veins of the leaves are actually reddish gold.

As soon as the grass came out, the temperature of the surrounding space immediately increased significantly.

"This is..." Yueyue opened her eyes wide and pointed at the medicinal herbs in Qian Lingjun's hand. She was so surprised that she couldn't even make a sound.

Although she didn't know what kind of herb it was, she instinctively felt that this thing was very powerful, very powerful!
"This thing is called Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower. Do not chew it, but swallow it directly." Qian Lingjun shook the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower in his hand and introduced:
"The effect of this thing is very obvious. It will greatly increase your soul power, and bring a very powerful fire attribute to your chrysanthemum martial soul that has no specific attributes. If you are lucky, it can even evolve your martial soul Opportunity."

After introducing the efficacy of the medicinal herbs, Qian Lingjun threw the immortal product into Yueyue's hand and said, "Here, here it is for you!"

"Thank you, master." Yueyue took advantage of the herb and impatiently got into the small forest beside her, and absorbed it according to Qian Lingjun's method.

Watching Yueyue get into the woods happily, Qian Lingjun left a sentence: You absorb it first, don't move around, I will bring back the herd of cows and horses down the mountain.

After striding towards the alley down the mountain for a while, Qian Lingjun was surprised to find that...

The foot of the mountain at this time can be described as extremely lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, and a rare scene of people coming and going.

"Hey, hey! They're still alive! Not bad, I'm very satisfied." Qian Lingjun bought a candy figurine from a roadside vendor, and while eating, walked up to the dying Fatty Feng Ling and kicked it. Kick.

"You killed my father, right? Then you can't kill me!" Feng Ling grabbed Qian Lingjun's heels and begged with tears in his eyes.

Qian Lingyun: "!"

As a result, Feng Ling, who was lying on the ground, received another solid kick.

After suffering this blow, he didn't wake up with difficulty until he fell into Wu Yu's hands...

Perhaps, at that time, he would have extremely hoped that Qian Lingjun's kick just now would make him never wake up.

Just by waving their hands, a gray hexagram symbol appeared one after another under these scumbags. With the flash of light, the bully headed by Feng Ling completely disappeared on the Douluo Continent.

Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, this group of bastards who usually bully men and women just disappeared!

The first villager to react cheered: "That bastard Fengling has disappeared. Neighbors, come celebrate!"

For a time, the melon-eaters were as excited as if they were celebrating the New Year. Many people brought fireworks and firecrackers from home and set them off in broad daylight.

Looking at the cheering crowd, Qian Lingjun stayed where he was and murmured to himself: "What the hell have I done? Damn it!"

(End of this chapter)