The Full-level Boss Starts from Douluo

Aside, Tang Hao sighed helplessly, shaking his head secretly in his heart.

Such a well-understood poem, this Tang San, why are you asking me what the deep meaning is?

The difference between people is really still that big. Compared with Qin He, you can't even copy homework!

Taking a deep breath, Tang Hao's eyes were bright:

"Young Master Qin He is very ambitious, and there is bound to be an earth-shattering battle with Wuhun Temple in the future! Little San, Qin He has an amazing background, outstanding talent, and extraordinary wisdom. This person will be our greatest help in taking revenge against Wuhun Temple!"

"This poem, don't worry about its deep meaning, read it a hundred times and see it for yourself. If you copy it a thousand times, can't you comprehend it?"

Tang San:"······"

I'm a military commander, ahem, no, I'm a soul master, and I'm not a writer!

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at the same time.

Inside the Hall of Souls, Salas and Chrysanthemum Douluo also frowned deeply, looking at the verses from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, pondering, their faces seemed to have become a palette, colorful!

"Qin He! You are really deceiving people!"

"You have the ability to recite poetry, and you have the ability to be positive!"

"Knowing that hiding behind your back to play some conspiracy all day long is simply too deceiving!"

Chapter 162 I used to be a king

In the hall of Wuhun Hall, the atmosphere was very solemn at this time.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's brows were already wrinkled into his name, that is, chrysanthemum, and it was the type that was about to wither.

"No, you can't fall into Qin He's thoughts, all of this is Qin He's trap!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his hair fiercely to clear his mind.

My Spirit Hall, this time the goal is not big, not for Qin He, only for the Emperor Fighting Team beside Qin He.

Moreover, the operation of the Spirit Hall this time is also a relatively large-scale operation in history. Even Title Douluo has dispatched several, the purpose is only to deal with a few spirit masters who have not grown up!

Flying dragon riding a face, how can you still lose?

Regardless of whether Qin He recites poetry this time, or pretends to be coercive, the opponent will definitely not be able to follow the members of the Emperor Fighting Team with him, and he will definitely not be able to protect the Emperor Fighting Team!

Absolutely in front of strength, this wave of my Spirit Hall has stabilized!

Looking up at Salas beside him, he saw a light expression on the other's face.

Different from the nervousness of Chrysanthemum Douluo, at this time, Salas seemed to have figured out something, and the whole person became very wise and calm.

"Ha ha ha ha······"

Salas raised his head proudly, and his pursed lower lip was describing his disdain for Qin He.

"Xiao Sisi, what are you laughing at?"

This smile made the atmosphere in the Spirit Hall relax, and even the tension that had been brewing in Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart disappeared for the most part.

Salas squinted his eyes, and his turbid old eyes seemed to be filled with cold light: "I laugh at Qin He's inconspicuousness! Qin He Shaozhi!"

"This time, in his two simple verses, how can the golden scales be a thing in the pool, and when the situation changes, the dragon seems domineering and seems to contain deep meaning, but if you think about it carefully, isn't this a manifestation of his guilty conscience? "

"Looking at the previous Qin He, it has always been light and light, and a few plain and simple words have rewritten the battle situation!"

"And this time, Qin He actually used the lofty way of verse, and wrote the verse in such a domineering way. Isn't this a bluff?"

"This time, my Salas' plan has been guaranteed. The members of the Imperial Fight team will definitely be destroyed by my Spirit Hall this time!"

Salas looks full of confidence, as if he is exuding golden light!

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Qin He never expected that a casual sentence of his own would once again spread to thousands of households in Douluo Continent at the speed of the wind!

Even in the Heaven Dou Palace, there was an uproar!

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Heaven Dou Empire, the second prince's palace.

His Royal Highness Xue Beng walked with a limp, clutching his aching buttocks from time to time, his expression extremely miserable.

The Heaven Dou Royal Academy needed to be redecorated because of the Thunder Tribulation brought in by Qin He, and all the spirit masters had already returned to their homes.

As for Xue Beng, when Qin He crossed the tribulation last time, he and Xiao Chenyu fought beside him, causing the Heaven Dou Empire to lose face. After returning, Xue Beng was beaten by his father again!

No, the wound on this butt is not healed yet, and this Avalanche has come out for a walk again.

In the palace, some of the second prince's attendants were also discussing.

"Have you heard? Young Master Qin He wrote a good poem that shakes the heavens and the earth! As long as you read it, you will have the opportunity to break through the spirit power level and comprehend the mutant spirit skills!"

"How can golden scales be a thing in the pond, and once the situation changes, why does this poem look so passionate!"

"My life is up to me. After listening to this poem, Huo Yuhao seems to have found his purpose in life! It's not my dream to stay in the second prince's palace and be a little servant! I'm going to chase my dream!"

"Young Master Qin He, it's really perfect. A poem can inspire so many people. If my family doesn't want to, I really want to chase him!"