Chapter 556

In the Capital of Massacre, she felt that Wang Wu's abilities should be around that of a Soul Douluo. However, after coming out of Hell's Road, he even defeated the Ghost Elder.

Half a year later, he came to the Pope's Palace on time and challenged five Titled Douluo!

He displayed his powerful abilities step by step. In the end, he forced the Second Consecrator to take action before he could suppress him!

Hu Liena did not expect such a situation!

Amidst all the emotions, her eyes were filled with admiration.

"Good, good, good!"

Bibidon finally opened her mouth. Her dignified voice had a rare hint of warmth.

Bibidon looked at the white-clothed Grim Reaper in the center of the plaza.

Nicholas Wang Wu.

What a simple name!

A mysterious powerhouse who came from the extreme north could actually be so powerful!

His cultivation method, soul bones, soul skills, martial soul, soul rings, and so on could be said to be the strongest and most unique existence that she had seen in all these years!

Compared to four years ago, Jiu Yikai was not inferior at all. In fact, he was much stronger!

Most importantly, he had saved Na Na before. This meant that he did not hate the Martial Soul Hall. The Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo had also handled things well. They had put all the blame on the two of them. It also gave her a chance to recruit him to fill the gap.

With such a powerful main force, as long as she kept him in the Martial Soul Hall, her future plan would succeed!

Bibidon thought to herself.

She had to admit that watching the white-clothed Grim Reaper fight six consecutive battles gave her a different feeling every time.

"Wang Wu, are you really willing to join the Martial Soul Hall?"

Bibi Dong wore a smile on his face as he led the seven Titled Douluo to the plaza.

Wang Fengxin was secretly on guard. If they were not careful, he would immediately use Instant Teleportation to escape.

Thinking back to the six battles, Wang Fengxin had already rehearsed them, except for the last battle against the Golden Alligator Douluo.

The pressure from the Rank 42 Titled Douluo was beyond Wang Feng's imagination. The other five battles were all within Wang Feng's expectations.

"I promise that as long as you are sincere in joining the Martial Soul Hall, you will be my subordinate. Your position will only be below mine! I will give you the position of Popetiff in the Martial Soul Hall as the white-clothed Popetiff! At the same time, I will apply to the Elder Council to appoint you as the Third Consecrator of the Elder Hall! "

Bibidon looked at the white-clothed Grim Reaper in front of her.

Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat. The Martial Spirit Palace actually had two main forces: the Pontiff Palace and the Elders Palace.

The Consecrator of course, the Consecrator of the Soul Hall's Consecrator.

Among the elders, the Consecrator of the Consecrator of the Elders.

Pope Bibi Dong had been working hard for the past few years, and had won over many elders in the Martial Spirit Palace to listen to her orders.

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To put it simply, Wang Feng understood the relationship between the ZF and Mao Zedong.

The Consecrator of the Pope was the Bibidon.

It was Wang Feng's first time hearing of the Popetiff's position. But it was only below the Pope. Just this point alone was enough to prove that Bibidon wanted to win him over.

The Elder's Hall couldn't be bypassed, so he had to have a position in the Elder's Hall.

However, no matter which one it was, they were both above everyone else!

The Golden Alligator Douluo frowned slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. The white-clothed Grim Reaper did have such strength.

It was just that Bibidon was too presumptuous to make such a promise.

Popetiff's position also needed to be discussed by the elders in the Elder's Hall.

The Pope only had the right to choose.

In the Consecrator of the Pope's Hall, this position was the highest position other than the Pope.

Bibidon obviously wanted to nurture the white-clothed Grim Reaper into a confidant!

Hu Lina, who was behind, also opened her eyes wide and looked at Wang Feng without blinking.

She naturally knew about Popetiff's position. In the history of the Martial Spirit Palace, Popetiff was actually equivalent to the Pope. It was just that with the slow development of the Martial Spirit Palace, they split into two different positions.

Popetiff's position was already half-abolished. Especially after Bibidon took over, this title was completely abolished.

She didn't expect her teacher to take out this position again as a promise.

This was enough to prove that her teacher really valued Wang Wu very much!

Thinking of this, Hu Lina blushed and looked at the white-clothed Grim Reaper with sparkling eyes.

"It doesn't matter if it's a position or not. I'm just here because I'm interested in the Martial Spirit Palace. I just want to join the Martial Spirit Palace. Now I do feel that the Martial Spirit Palace is a little interesting. "

Wang Feng still said indifferently, as if he didn't know how noble this position was.

Bibidon wanted to win him over and make him his confidant. That couldn't be better. It wasn't a waste of his sincerity and planning for so long.

Of course, this position couldn't be taken so easily.

It was just a promise, and it didn't mean that Bibidon would really tell him everything.

But at least he was close to the biggest villain in the original work.

Wang Feng even thought that with Bibidon's position, he would definitely give him various tests and tests.

Once he found something wrong …

But anyway, with this position, he could definitely get in touch with some secrets of the Martial Spirit Palace.

"Good."

Hearing the answer, Bibidon's smile became bigger, "Then, I have shown my sincerity. Wang Wu, you should also show your sincerity. "

"What sincerity?"

Wang Feng asked.

Bibidon smiled and pointed at the mask on Wang Feng's face, "This, you should take it off. Because Popetiff of the Martial Spirit Palace can't show his face with a mask. Don't worry, even if there is any chronic disease on your face, the Martial Spirit Palace will cure you and give you the most perfect image. "

Wang Feng smiled secretly.

This was Bibidon's test.

Wang Feng, who had watched countless spy movies in his previous life, was not surprised at all.

"Also, your age." Bibidon continued.

Hearing these two sentences, Hu Liena's heart tightened. Naturally, she was the most curious one.

"What you said is not a problem."

Wang Feng said, "Age … I am about 95 years old this year."

Seven Titled Douluo, plus Bibidon, eight of them were staring at Wang Feng.

As long as there was a problem with what he said, it would arouse suspicion!

But when Wang Feng said it, there was no change in his expression.

Adding up the two lives, he was indeed almost 95 years old. Naturally, he didn't mean to lie.

'He is already 95 years old?'

Hu Liena's heart trembled.

95 years old was still the golden age for a soul master.

Back then, the Vast Sky Douluo also became a Titled Douluo in his forties.

And now, the White-Clothed Death God, who was not even 95 years old, had the strength of a rank 41 Titled Douluo …

"My cultivation realm is different from ordinary soul masters. Can you judge it by the level of ordinary soul power?"

Wang Feng continued, "My strength, I think you have seen it …"

Several Titled Douluo nodded.

Absorbing all kinds of emotions to cultivate was indeed different from ordinary soul masters' meditation to cultivate soul power.

But when he heard that the other party was not even 95 years old, Bibidon was delighted.

This White-Clothed Death God's talent was even more terrifying than the Vast Sky Douluo's!

"As for the mask … of course."

Wang Feng said calmly, "I don't have any chronic disease on my face. The reason why I wear a mask is that I told the girl behind you in Massacre City. I just don't want to shock the world. Since you want to know, then take a look …"

After saying that, Wang Feng took off the seamless mask with a whoosh …

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PS: Emmmmm, seeing so many readers trying to kill me in the game … I can only say that it's useless. Hehe, the game I play with my friends is a game from many years ago. It's not a battle type game ~

I should be playing games with my friends for the next two nights. I guarantee that I will update at least six times … If you don't want to play, I will update two more times …

Also … I don't eat bat sashimi.

(End of chapter)