Chapter 120

"I'm worthy of being a pope. I'm good at calculating." Ye Zhiqiu smiles indifferently.

If he had not been able to move his soul as quickly as Xiao's, he would have been the next Pope in Wu Hun temple.

After all, the effect of soul skill is so similar that there is something suspicious about this Saint son separation.

The effects of his soul skills in the martial spirit hall are as follows:

the first soul skill: double skill

the second soul skill: multiple shadow separation (up to 10 people)

the third soul skill: blink

the fourth soul skill: Hundred Li perception skill

all these news were secretly recorded by Ye Zhiqiu. After all, he will have to play this role well for a period of time.

As for the purpose of Ye Zhiqiu's Wu Hun temple, one of them is to come to play and understand the situation.

Secondly, there are two places where the deities are inherited. He is very curious about the deities.

After picking up the clothes dedicated to the son of Wu Hun temple, ye Zhiqiu finds that there is still a token in the clothes.

This token is made of unknown material. On the front is a six winged angel with his hands outstretched and legs crossed, holding the symbol of the scepter. On the reverse side is a holy word. The token is a bit cold.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at it at will and put it into the ink jade bracelet.

Then he took off his coat and put on his son's special clothes. The rules of Wu Hun temple were very strict. Although he was indifferent, he was obedient and never broke the rules.

Clothes, pants and boots are very simple, but this son Jingguan is a little difficult for ye Zhiqiu.

His hair is always so straight behind his head, sometimes, he will take a hair band and tie it, and he has never tied his crown.

How did you wear it before you split up? Younger sister, I seem to classify that part of memory as junk information, selectively forgotten?

"Shit!" Ye Zhiqiu murmured.

You don't have to go through the gang when you first come?

After fiddling with the mirror for a long time, ye Zhiqiu reluctantly put the crystal like crown on top of his head.

Looking at himself in the mirror, ye Zhiqiu thinks about the temperament of his own body before, and starts to try to face up.

On the whole, it's not much different from his own separation. It should not be seen that...

after finishing everything, ye Zhiqiu went out of the door. Although he was still a student of wuhundian college, he was only a nominal student and didn't have to go to class. The cultivation of the Holy Son and the saint daughter was taught by the Emperor himself.

So the place Ye Zhiqiu lives in is not the college dormitory of Wu Hun Dian.

Like hulena, he lived in the inner part of Wuhun City, the east side hall of Wu Hun hall, which was the privilege of the status of the son and saint of Wu Hun temple.

Besides the two of them, Pope bibidon also lives here. There should have been a thousand Ren snow, but she is not in the city of Wu soul at this time.

Out of his own room, ye Zhiqiu walked slowly towards the direction of the main hall of the martial spirit. In the afternoon, he still had classes. The place of his class was in the square of the main hall of the martial spirit.

Generally, Pope bibidon personally gives the actual combat class. If she has something to do with her, the class will be Ju Douro.

Along the way, ye Zhiqiu met a small group of guards with long guns and armour every few dozens of steps.

When they met Ye Zhiqiu, they would stop, stomp on the ground, pinch the fist with the right hand on the left chest, and bow their heads to salute.

There are no words, but from their neat and uniform movements, ye Zhiqiu can see the rigor of the martial spirit hall rules.

Ye Zhiqiu learned how to separate himself. He didn't pay any attention. As usual, he walked with a cold face.

After passing through the main hall, ye Zhiqiu comes to the entrance of the square of the main hall of the martial spirit.

Step by step step up the steps, just on the top, a front convex back warped slim figure, it is a face in a hurry to run over.

She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with orange yellow hair and shoulder length short hair. She had a melon shaped face. Her eyebrows were bent and her red lips were round. Even if she did not show her martial spirit, she had a trace of flattery on her face.

From her white dress and robe inlaid with gold silk, we can see that her identity is not low in Wu Hun hall.

This person, ye Zhiqiu knows, or the son of Ye Zhiqiu, is Hu Lena.

Since ye Zhiqiu became the Holy Son, she has been waiting here almost every day, and then she will go to the square of the main hall of martial spirit with Ye Zhiqiu.

However, ye Zhiqiu, who is a proper and upright man of iron and steel, seldom pays attention to her.

"Little brother Qiu, you will be late if you don't hurry up. The teacher's punishment is very strict." As soon as hulena pulled Ye Zhiqiu's hand, she quickly ran to the square.

Because ye Zhiqiu has been making crystal crown in his room for a long time, they are really late, or have already been late.

They rush to the square. Far away, ye Zhiqiu has seen a figure standing in the center of the square.

Is this pope bibidon? Ye Zhiqiu does not show traces of the study, watching the memory of the separation is like watching TV, certainly did not see clearly with his own eyes.She was a mature woman, about twenty-five or six years old, dressed in the Pope's exclusive robe, wearing a nine fold white gold crown, holding a purple and gold scepter slightly higher than her, symbolizing the power of the Pope.

The original Ye Zhiqiu thought that there were enough crystal pendants on his clothes, but after seeing bibidon, he knew what the sorcery was.

On her papal robe, all kinds of crystal pendants for decoration were so terrible that it would take millions of soul coins to take out the dress.

Come closer, look more real.

Pale pink long hair plate under the crown, showing a bright and clean forehead, two temples have a few strands of hair hanging down, and hair color corresponding, is her pair of beautiful eyebrows and pupil, is also a light girl Department pink, but in this pupil, but it is revealed in this pupil, but a sense of authority, some people dare not look directly.

Her lips were thin, slightly pursed, and there was a faint sheen in the afternoon sun.

Under the Pope's robe, a pair of straight and slender jade legs were exposed. The translucent silk stockings could not block the visual enjoyment brought by her snow-white skin.

Elegant, noble and other beautiful words in the world can be presented in her one by one.

Wearing high-heeled shoes, she is half a head higher than ye Zhiqiu, making people involuntarily appear a desire to conquer.

At this time, bibidong's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and his eyes are a little unhappy, looking at Ye Zhiqiu and hulena who are in a hurry.

"Teacher."

"Teacher."

Two voices sounded at the same time, a tone of slightly worried, a word with calm.

"What's the proper way to be in a hurry? Have you forgotten who you are? "

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