The Temple of War Spirit.

The entire Papal Hall's convention hall seemed to have a layer of frost. There were only three people in the hall. Pope Bibidong, who was sitting upright in the main seat, stood behind her, and the saint Hu Liena of the Martial Spirit Hall, who was silent, and Qian Renxue, who had his blond hair changed back to women's clothing, was heroic.

Qian Renxue stood ten meters away from Bibidong. The silence in the interior of the conference hall had been going on for a long time. Bibidong's sharp eyes were always on Qian Renxue's face. But Qian Renxue stared at her without any allowance. Neither of them spoke, but the depressing atmosphere made Hu Liena behind Bibidong feel unable to breathe.

"Lena, you go out first." Bibidong waved his hand. It seemed that something was more, and something was missing in her eyes.

Hu Liena secretly breathed a sigh of relief, responded respectfully, and quickly left the conference hall. It was not until she walked out of the hall that she realized that her underwear had been soaked in sweat. She had been following Bibidong for many years, but she had never seen anyone dared to look at her with such a look in front of Bibidong. Who is that woman? She looks no bigger than herself. But why is her aura so powerful? It is not the pressure from the martial soul. It is a kind of strength and majesty from the heart.

Hu Liena went out, and Bibidong and Qian Renxue were left in the conference hall of the Wuhun Hall. Bibidong slowly stood up. Her figure was about the same as Qian Renxue in front of her. She walked towards Qian Renxue step by step.

Qian Renxue did not retreat because of Bibidong's momentum. She looked calm and her eyes were even more vigorous.

An extremely complex light flashed through Bibidong's eyes. Suddenly, all her momentum seemed to have disappeared at this moment. She sighed and said, "If you fail, you will fail. Everything can be started over again. We are still in an absolute advantage in terms of the general trend."

Qian Renxue said coldly: "What does this have to do with you? Sister--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Sister?" Anger flashed through Bibidong's eyes, "Okay. Remember, you will call me that in the future."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, "No, I'd better call you Pope. In this world, I only have one relative, that is grandpa. Except for grandpa, no title of old place will appear in my mouth in the future. Didn't you say that it was a mistake for me to come to this world. He is dead, and you have also got the land you want. But you have to remember that you are you and I am me. We will do our own affairs in the future. You take care of your soul hall, I take care of my elders' hall and Douluo Hall. From now on, you have no right to all the elders in the Elders' Hall."

"What did you say?" Bibi Dongdi's eyes became sharp again, and the powerful aura suddenly condensed into a stream of pressure like substance, forced Qian Renxue backed several steps in succession to stabilize her body. Under Bibi Dong's powerful aura, a thread of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. But the sneer on her face did not decrease at all.

Seeing the blood flowing from Qian Renxue's mouth, Bibidong was stunned for a moment, his sharp aura paused and slowly restrained.

"You go out. Go and see your grandpa. If he agrees with you, I have no objection." At this moment, Bibidong seemed to be ten years older. You know, although her actual age is twenty years older than Qian Renxue, on the surface, it looks almost the same.

Qian Renxue glanced at Bibidong coldly and walked out without looking back. The door of the conference hall made a roar because of the violent collision, as if it was isolated from the two worlds.

Bibidong seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant, and fell on the chair, tears flowing down his face uncontrollably. Who could have imagined that this iron-blooded pope had such a weak side.

The Palace of Elders.

This is the largest building in the Pope's Hall, and it also represents the most powerful force in the entire War Spirit Hall. In the tall dome building, there is a wide hall as soon as you enter the door. The empty dome is nearly thirty meters high, and it is divided into three levels, with ten rooms on each floor.

In addition to extremely special circumstances, the primary condition for being able to move in here is that the soul power is above level 90 and the strength of the titled Douluo or above. This is the real supreme power of the Spirit Hall, and even the Pope must be restricted by it. In the final analysis, it is the role of strength. If the elders living here unite together, it is enough to destroy a city in one day. This is by no means exaggerated.

At this time, the Elders' Hall was quiet, even a servant who served. When Qian Renxue walked into the huge hall, her sweat pores suddenly shrank. Just inside the hall, there was a person standing quietly in front of a huge six-winged angel sculpture made of pure gold and up to ten meters high, facing away from the door, looking up at the pure gold statue.

From the back, he was a man with a tall figure. But he was not strong. He was wearing a simple gray robe, with long black hair scattered behind his head, and was combed very neatly. Standing there, he gave people a very strange feeling. Qian Renxue, who had the martial soul of the six-winged angel, felt particularly clear. It seemed that the person was the six-winged angel statue, and the two were inseparable from each other. It seemed that the sunlight shining into the hall in the huge windows around him was focused on him. Although his clothes were so simple, he just stood there and gave people a feeling of worship.

"Grandpa." He stood at the entrance, Qian Renxue thrust and knelt down on the ground. His originally cold face could no longer hold on to the stubbornness. Tears flowed out along his cheeks.

The man in gray slowly turned around, and the special aura that had been before suddenly disappeared. He looked only thirty or forty years old. He looked very handsome, with a faint smile on his face. The calm and tranquil aura gave people a very comfortable feeling. The most strange thing is that even if he had a titled Douluo here, he would definitely not be able to feel a trace of soul power fluctuations from him.

The man in gray took a step and came to Qian Renxue the next moment. His movements were not fast, but when he came to Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue had already fallen into his arms and cried loudly.

No matter how strong a person is, he has a weak side. Bibidong is like this, but Qian Renxue is like this? After pretending to be Xueqinghe for more than ten years, she has the pressure she has endured and the lost youth. Only she knows the best.

"Have you gone to see her?" The man in gray gently groped Qian Renxue's blonde hair.

Qian Renxue nodded silently.

The man in gray said lightly: "Actually, she was also very painful. After all, it was not her who was wrong at the beginning. Her feelings for you were not as you imagined."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at the only relative she had always thought of in front of her, "Grandpa, are you not helping me anymore?"

The man in gray sighed, "I can't help. Although she was a little radical, she did nothing wrong. After all, she is the Pope of the Spirit Hall. What's more, in the Spirit Hall, her influence has surpassed me."

"What?" Qian Renxue was shocked, and even the tears that had been flowing in her eyes stopped. "This, this is impossible."

The man in gray smiled and said dotingly: "Xiaoxue, you must remember that this is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Whoever has stronger strength will have greater voice, and it is even more so in our Wuhun Hall. Her strength is no less than me, and she is still so young. Perhaps, she may become the first person to reach another level in many years. Not to mention the second worship, the third worship has supported him. Even me will support her. She will lead the Wuhun Hall further. What you have to do is to help her well, not to go against her. In fact, your talent is far beyond your father, and it does not only come from the six-winged angel heritage he left to you, but also the talent that Bibi Dong inherited to you. No matter what, she is your mother after all."

Qian Renxue stayed there and didn't speak for a long time. The man in gray didn't say anything, but just looked at her quietly, giving her room to think.

At this time, Qian Renxue's face had faded from blood, and the light in her eyes was flashing. Suddenly, she suddenly raised her head and said to the man in gray: "Grandpa, I beg you for the last thing."

The man in gray frowned slightly, obviously feeling that she was in a bad mood at this moment. But he still nodded.

Qian Renxue's eyes suddenly solidified, and she said in a deep voice: "I want to be the ruling elder of the Wuhun Hall."

The man in gray said in surprise: "Because the young man who defeated you?" The elder ruled that the elder is second only to the worship in the elder's hall. The worship can not participate in any action in the Spirit Hall. The most important responsibility of the elder ruled that the elder is to kill all the strongest opponents who oppose the Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue nodded, "From now on, I will not interfere in the affairs of the Wuhun Hall again. Also, she is not my mother. She was not before, but now, and she will not be in the future. I will never forgive her. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died in her hands. I only have grandpa and no mother."

Qian Renxue looked at the man in gray in front of her.

"grandfather...."

"You know, I lost to one person three times, and now another person appears, and I can tie it with me."

"What I want to do is to defeat him completely."

"The affairs of the Spirit Hall have nothing to do with me from now on."

"I don't want to participate in these trivial matters anymore. I don't have a mother or a relative, only my grandfather is by my side."

"Grandpa, I want to become stronger, strong enough to defeat Ye Chen and Tang San."

"I will defeat those who have defeated me little by little!"

There was a trace of tears in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes.

No one can compare to her determination.

She was willing to pay all the price to defeat Ye Chen.

What does the matter between the Wuhun Palace have to do with her?

Starting today...

Her opponent is only one person.

That is...Ye Chen!!!
Chapter completed!