Chapter 421

The papal palace.

"Your Majesty, your information has arrived."

In the magnificent papal hall, the cardinal carefully came to the east of Bibi, who was sitting at the desk, and slightly lowered his head, raised his hands over his head to present the scroll.

Although he was old enough to know the fate of heaven, bibidong's appearance was still the same as when he was young. His skin was as white as jade, and his appearance was as delicate as the magic of heaven and earth.

Such a person can't be better summed up in such a word.

Generally speaking, when human beings achieve the title, they can fix their appearance, make themselves no longer old, and always keep their youthful and beautiful appearance. Since there is no trace of old appearance on bibidong's face, then the age when she achieved the title of Douluo can be imagined.

This is a true genius, even if many people do not like her have to admit the fact.

The slender fingers gently hook, the scroll in the cardinal's hand immediately straight into her hands.

He opened the scroll and glanced at it. Bibidong's brow gradually frowned, and even had a flash of surprise.

"Tang San's father, Tang Hao, is from shenghun village. His origin is unknown. He brought it to shenghun village alone when he was a child. When he was six years old, he awakened his martial spirit in the hands of Su Yuntao, the deacon of wudhun hall in Notting city. His martial spirit was blue and silver grass. He was born full of soul power. His father left mysteriously after he went to school..."

"Tang Hao!"

Bibidong looked at the name quietly, and waves began to appear in his eyes. Then he murmured: "notting city..."

Under his seat, the cardinal couldn't help saying, "Your holiness, this Tang Hao is haotiandouluo in all probability. The place where the Pope fell was near notting city. After all these years, I didn't expect that Tang Hao was hiding around notting city these years. This is also the remaining sin of haotianzong."

Bibidong just looked at him indifferently. The cardinal's heart was suddenly excited. He quickly lowered his head. His face turned pale in a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Damn it, my subordinates!"

Those who serve around bibidong know that the Pope is not a good match. Or as a woman in power, she is as cruel as she should be.

So, in front of her, rules... Are very important!

Fortunately, bibidong didn't seem to care much about him at the moment. After glancing at him, he looked at the investigation information in his hand again.

There is also a record in the intelligence.

"After entering notting college, master Tang Sanbai became a teacher..."

Bibidong put down the investigation information in his hand, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

Master, is he his disciple?

……

Wuhun city.

"Well, what's the matter? They are so much older than you, mubai. Why don't you let them run for five years first? One day you will surpass him."

Wang Jian and a group of people stroll in the streets of Wuhun City, holding Peng fan's shoulder in his right hand and comforting him. He has some helplessness in his heart.

Although the results of Tianxing soul teacher college have been excellent, it is inevitable that they will be reluctant to be eliminated. What he didn't expect is that Peng fan is the saddest one.

The little guy's face was full of sullen, as if the original champion had been taken away half of it, and he lost his face and sighed.

"Think about it, you are the one who can sublimate the martial spirit. If you sublimate the martial spirit later, or get a heroic inheritance, will mubai be your opponent?"

"Besides, who will be your opponent in the next mainland senior soul master elite competition?"

Peng fan looked up at him, and then said: "brother mubai, they can participate in the next term."

Wang Jian was stunned. It seemed that it was such a thing.

"Let them win the championship this time, not next time!"

"But... Doesn't that mean they gave it to us?"

Crouching trough, why are you so troublesome!

Wang Jian was very tired. After clearing up his mood, he flashed a flash of light in his mind and said, "next time, you can take part in two elite competitions of the whole mainland senior soul teachers college. Isn't that OK then?"

"At that time, mubai was already an old man, and the stage belonged to your young people!"

Not far away, Dai mubai's mouth was twitching.

Ten years later, I'm only in my twenties. How can I be an old man?!

Dean, even if you cheat, you have to rely on it, and don't take me as an example of preaching.

On the other side, Wang Jian said, and suddenly picked his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, showing a thoughtful look.

Then again, it will be at least ten years after the two competitions. Will there be an elite competition of senior soul Teachers College in mainland China in ten years?

I'm afraid by that time, the whole continent will have undergone earth shaking changes.

Thinking of this, Wang Jian can't help sighing, but he doesn't want to hear Peng fan's tangled voice again.

"But... Without big brother mubai, their competition will be boring. Five years later, none of them can play."

Wang Jian

The next second, he sped up his pace and left, not wanting to talk to Peng fanduo.

……

At the same time, the hotel of Tianxing soul teacher college.

The master is studying the last opponents. There is a lot of information on the desk. He is cursing his brows and painting on a piece of paper.

"You still like to do these things as before."

Suddenly, behind him, a voice with a complex tone sounded, with some bitterness, some pain, and a touch of deep love.

The pen in the master's hand stopped. Even after so many years, he could still recognize the owner of the voice.

His voice was calm, but the hand holding the pen was shaking.

"What can I do for you?"

Bibidong is looking at his back quietly behind the master. The master is obviously much older than before, and even his back has become a little rickety. The aging speed of the master with low soul power is not much slower than that of ordinary people.

Bibidong could hear that the man in front of her was escaping something, which made her SIP her lips. There was some hatred and pain in her eyes.

There was a long silence in the room.

Just when the master thought that bibidong had already left, her voice came from behind again. This time, her voice was indifferent and had such a high taste.

As if, this is the attitude that the Pope of the temple of martial spirits should have!

"Tang San, who is it?"

The pupil of the master suddenly shrank.

How did she know that?!