The legend of the white phoenix in Douluo mainland

Chapter 92 The Master Arrives
Qian Yu put away his martial spirit, walked to Yan's side, knelt down and looked at Yan with a smile, and said, "You're not skinny, little brother."

Yan's face was already pale, and he didn't know how to answer Qian Yu's words.

Qian Yu sneered: "I said that I hate the middle finger the most, and I will break it sooner or later!"

As soon as the words fell, before Yan could react, Qian Yu's sword light flashed, a finger fell to the ground, and bright red blood spurted from Yan's hand.

"Ahhh!"

Yan screamed in pain and passed out. Bibidong glanced at Yan on the ground, and motioned for the healing soul master to treat Yan.

Qian Yu walked up to Bibi Dong, and Bibi Dong smiled and said, "Xiao Yu, you must have hit harder! After all, you are also a genius of the Spirit Hall, but you are better off, just cut off his fingers."

Qian Yu smiled and said, "Mom, I've accepted him leniently, otherwise ten of them would not be enough for me to fight."

Bibi Dong said helplessly: "You!"

Qianyu knew that his mother was not angry at all because he had broken Yan's finger, Yan took the initiative to provoke Qianyu, if Qianyu hadn't made a move, Yan would probably have been a corpse.

When Dang Yan woke up the next day, he realized that the person he provoked yesterday turned out to be the Pope's son, and his hairs stood on end in fright.

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Yan still felt that he would survive a catastrophe. Although the finger was crippled, it was still more profitable than losing his life.

In the next few days, seeing Qian Yu was respectful and respectful, and Qian Yu didn't bother to meet him. He practiced in a mimetic environment during the day, and practiced soul power in the bedroom at night. Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

In a few days, all the participating teams from the two empires will come to Wuhun City to participate in the finals.

On the wall of Wuhun City, Bai Yu looked into the distance and murmured: "I don't know if the third brother will make it to the final or not. I really hope they will be eliminated, otherwise..."

Qian Yu watched the people coming and going from the city wall. During this period of time, there were twice as many people in Wuhun City as usual, and it was because of the finals of the Advanced Soul Master Competition that they came.

Inevitably, some children from big families came to see it, and they would not miss such a grand event.

Qian Yu looked at the crowd coming and going, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he saw an acquaintance in the crowd.

"Why did he come so soon? Even if the third brother and the others entered the finals, he shouldn't be here now?" Qian Yu murmured.

This acquaintance is none other than the master.

Seeing the master coming to Wuhun City, Qian Yu's expression gradually turned serious.Qian Yu hurriedly followed, the master was still in the commoner clothes, and ran directly to the Wuhun Hall.

Qian Yu's hands clenched with a cracking sound, and he gritted his teeth and followed, even with the master's cultivation, he couldn't find him.

Grandmaster didn't stop for half a minute, didn't even take a breath to rest, Grandmaster went directly to the highest governing body of Spirit Hall, the Pope's Hall.

In front of the Pope's Palace.

"Stop." Two palace knights in silver armor blocked the Grandmaster's way, and a total of one hundred palace knights raised their knight swords at the same time. "This is a forbidden area, if you take a step closer, you will be killed."

Facing hundreds of Knights of the Temple whose strength was significantly higher than his own, the Grandmaster remained as indifferent as usual, raised his hand, and showed his token.

The leading knight guard stepped forward quickly, and when he saw the six patterns on the token, he shivered shiveringly.With a plop, he knelt down on one knee, "See the elder."

Hundreds of temple guards made the same movements in unison. Against their backdrop, the original ordinary master no longer looked so ordinary.

"Take me to see the Pope." The master told the other party his purpose in the simplest words.

Two knights brought the master into the palace, and Qian Yu approached, and asked in a loud voice: "Who let him in just now?"

Seeing that Qian Yu's face was extremely pale, the knight guarding the palace walked forward tremblingly and said, "Your Highness, that... that person is the elder of the Wuhun Palace, he holds the token of the elder, he wants to see the Pope, we also... "

Qian Yu heard that the master was going to see the Pope, and hurried to the palace, leaving the knight guarding the temple in a daze.

Half an hour later, in the meeting hall of the Pope's Palace, the master quietly drank the high-quality tea and waited quietly.

In the thousand-square-meter Nuo Da Conference Hall, he was the only one at this time.

The master's gaze was always focused on the tea in his hand, and he never took a second look at the magnificent surroundings, he just waited quietly.

When Qian Yu arrived, Bibi Dong was at the door telling: "You guys are waiting outside, no one is allowed to disturb you without my order."

"Yes." The servant said respectfully.

Qian Yu said badly in secret, walked to the door, looked at the servants, and said, "The Pope asked you to stay here, I understand, if I don't go in, you don't want to talk, you understand?"

The servant nodded respectfully.

Qian Yu looked through the gap in the door, and Grandmaster looked at Bibi Dong.

The master was sitting, and after Bibi Dong walked into the gate, she also stopped.The eyes of the two collided in the air like that.Nothing sparked.There is something more in the master's indifferent eyes, there are apologies, memories, but more regret.

There was a complicated change in Bibi Dong's eyes in an instant. Although she looked only about 30 years old, in fact, she was a year older than the master, and she was already over fifty.The scepter in his hand fell to the ground with a light ding.

"You are here." The soft and pleasant voice can easily make people feel like a spring breeze.

But the master's gaze became difficult because of this, he stood up with his hands on the table in front of him, turned to Bibi Dong, "Yes, I'm here. Are you okay?"

There was a faint smile on Bibi Dong's face, "There is nothing wrong with ten thousand people. As the ruler of the Spirit Hall, even the emperors of the two great empires should be courteous when they see me. Do you think I will Is there anything wrong?"

The master sighed, "Bibi Dong, I know the pain in your heart."

"Bibi Dong? You didn't say it, I'm about to forget this name. Please call me the Pope, or call me your majesty. I'm no longer the silly Bibi Dong I used to be."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope." The master's pupils shrank a little, and a trace of pain flowed out of his eyes. He turned around, walked to the place where he was sitting before, and stood there, holding a cup of tea. In the memories of the past.

Looking at the master's back, the indifference in the pope's eyes disappeared, and a bit of unbearable emotion flashed through her eyes. She raised her feet and seemed to want to step forward, but she stopped after all.

"What do you want to see me for? We haven't seen each other for 20 years." The Pope's voice still sounded calm.

Grandmaster took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, even he himself did not expect that seeing Bibi Dong again would make him lose control so much.When he turned around, the excess emotion in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only the usual indifference.

"Your Majesty, I am here to ask for something."

(End of this chapter)