With Chen Feng's strength, it is indeed not difficult to leave, but the opportunity for martial soul evolution is right in front of him, so he was really unwilling to leave like this.

"So quickly and quickly."

Chen Feng quickly made a decision, no matter what, he would explode the Panlong Stick Martial Spirit today.

However, before Chen Feng could make any moves, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Subduing Douluo had already attacked. The two Panlong sticks, one left and one right, one up and one up, not only had a quick movement, but also perfect cooperation. The third soul ring on the Panlong stick shone brightly, and the entire long stick expanded several times.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, and his pair of tiger claws faced two dragon sticks.

With a muffled bang, the surging energy swept across the three of them at the center. A spider-web-like crack appeared on the ground under the three of them. Then the three of them took a few steps back, leaving a deep footprint for each step.

The real age of Qianjun Douluo and the Demon-Surrendering Douluo is over 120 years old. They have always been inseparable, and their tacit understanding does not require any communication at all.

Suddenly, the devil-subduing Douluo's hand rotated like a windmill. The golden dragon on the devil-subduing stick seemed to come alive, surrounded by the sound of dragon roars, forming a huge golden ring and heading straight for Chen Feng.

Qianjun Douluo suddenly rose from behind Douluo, and the dragon-selling stick in his hand was not fancy, and he headed towards Chen Feng.

The eighth soul ring of the same person lit up and down, the two of them cooperated so well that the terrifying soul power fell from the sky like a shattered destruction. If they were really hit by them, even Chen Feng's physical strength would definitely be seriously injured.

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were full of worry. Now even if she used martial soul fusion skills with Chen Feng in the past, it would be too late.

Facing such a fierce attack, Chen Feng did not have a solemn expression on his face, but instead the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stood there without any movement.

"The Golden Body of Heavenly Ming."

Just as two dragon sticks were about to hit him, a dark golden light burst out from his body, and his whole body became like a cast of gold and iron.

when--

Two dragon sticks hit Chen Feng's body, making a crisp sound of a collision of gold and iron. Then Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Surrendering Douluo were still hit hard and shot out.

The Tianming Golden Body is used to deal with martial soul owners such as Panlong Stick and Haotian Hammer, but it is very useful.

When he was dealing with Tianming Tiger, he was restrained by the Tianming Golden Body. He could only adopt a roundabout way of fighting, consumed all the Tianming Golden Body and killed Tianming Tiger.

Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Surrendering Douluo both trembled, their tiger's mouth cracked, and they almost couldn't hold the dragon stick in their hands.

They didn't know that Chen Feng had a soul skill like Tianming Golden Body. He used all his strength just now, but was recoiled and suffered from the bitter fruit.

"The Seventh Soul Skill, the True Body of the Martial Soul."

The seventh soul ring on Chen Feng's body shines, his body quickly grows bigger, and dark golden hair grows, and in the blink of an eye it turns into a dark golden giant tiger.

Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Suppressing Douluo had just stabilized their bodies, and Chen Feng's huge tiger claws slapped at them. In a hurry, they could only use the dragon stick in their hands to block it.

As soon as the two came into contact, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Surrendering Douluo felt a huge force coming, and their bodies ejaculated backwards, spewing a mouthful of blood towards the sky.

A golden light ball exploded, and Chen Feng was ecstatic when he saw the golden light ball.

"Ding Dong! The Panlong Stick Martial Soul was detected, and the host's black gold dragon pattern stick martial soul belongs to the same type of martial soul. Is it fused?" The sound of the system mechanical sound rang in Chen Feng's ears.

“Fusion!”

Chen Feng said silently in his heart, and the golden attribute light ball suddenly turned into a stream of light, sank into his body, and merged into the martial soul of the black gold dragon pattern stick.

Suddenly, the martial soul of the black gold dragon pattern stick changed. The dragon pattern on it slowly condensed and turned into a black dragon. The original black and gold color became deeper.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host's martial soul for its evolution, and the black golden dragon pattern stick martial soul evolved into the black dragon stick martial soul." The sound of the system machinery sounded in Chen Feng's ears again.

Chen Feng's eyes burst out with light. The Black Dragon Stick Martial Soul is at the same level as the Heavenly Ming God Tiger Martial Soul. Although it is not as good as the Heavenly Ming God Tiger Martial Soul, it is definitely better than the Haotian Hammer.

Just as Chen Feng was immersed in joy, a figure appeared quietly between him, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Surrendering Douluo.

It was an old man in gray. Although Chen Feng had never seen him, he immediately knew his identity, the great envoy of the Wuhun Hall, Qian Renxue's grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

There was no trace of soul power fluctuation on the other party's body, but he sensed danger from the other party's body. The only one who could give him this feeling was Qian Daoliu.

Chen Xin behind Ning Fengzhi suddenly became more fierce after seeing this figure.

His father died at the hands of Qian Daoliu. Although his father told him not to take revenge before his death, he always wanted to defeat Qian Daoliu and fulfill his father's long-cherished wish.

Many people could perceive the changes in Chen Xin's body, but Qian Daoliu seemed to have not noticed them, staring at Chen Feng with his eyes flat, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, but he was not worried. Even if he couldn't beat Qian Daoliu, if he wanted to run away, Qian Daoliu couldn't keep him.

For a moment, the Pope's Palace became very quiet.

But soon, Qian Daoliu broke the tranquility and said lightly: "You are excellent, the best soul master I have ever met. If you are willing to join the Spirit Hall, I can betroth Xiaoxue to you."

Chen Feng was still in the true body of martial soul, speaking and laughing: "The Pope has already mentioned this condition before, but unfortunately my family does not allow me to join any force."

"And although you are Xiao Xueer's grandfather, it is best for her to decide the major marriages. If she doesn't want to, it will only be a tragedy to force her."

Qian Daoliu smiled and said, "Xiaoxue is my granddaughter. I know her thoughts very clearly. Maybe she didn't even notice that she has fallen in love with you."

Chen Feng said in surprise: "You are not kidding?"

Qian Daoliu said: "Xiaoxue is very outstanding, so she is a little arrogant. Only people who are better than her can enter her heart. So far, you are the only one."

Chen Feng said: "It is impossible for me to join the Wuhun Hall."

Qian Daoliu sighed and said, "Since that's the case, I can only leave you and let your family lead people."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of golden light burst out from his eyebrows and instantly spread to his whole body, appearing one after another on him, eight black and red.

His hair also turned into a shiny golden color, each of which was glowing. Two pairs of wings spread out from behind, and a huge phantom with invisible face appeared behind his body. Compared with his body, there was only one pair of wings.

"I'm afraid I can't even stop him with a single move as well." Dugu Bo sensed Qian Daoliu's momentum and a look of depressedness appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!