Chapter 909

"We're really old."

Flender looked at Ma Hongjun with a gratified expression. "Your soul power has completely surpassed ours."

Bai He, the Hall Master of the Tang Sect's Nimble Hall, looked at his granddaughter with a gratified expression.

Ma Hongjun and the others had just returned, and they hadn't even met Grandmaster yet. Along the way, they had asked around about the Martial Soul Alliance and heard about the situation in the academy. They hadn't even rested for a day or two before they rushed to take back the Soul Hunting Forest.

It could be said that they hadn't even returned to report.

"The Sea God's Island can actually help you improve so much?" Grandmaster exclaimed. "It's really a magical place."

"It's indeed incredible." Ning Fengzhi glanced at everyone.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had heard of the Sea God's Island before, but it was really terrifying to be able to help a soul master improve so much in just three years.

"Dad, hehe, it's all thanks to Wang Feng."

Ning Rongrong let go of Wang Feng's hand and ran to Ning Fengzhi excitedly.

Before she came back, she had written a letter to her family in advance. Although they didn't see it, Ning Fengzhi and the others knew that Ning Rongrong was back.

"Wang Feng …"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze landed on the young man behind Tang San, who was so handsome that it made him sigh in amazement.

He was just wearing an ordinary black robe and had a smile on his face.

"You're Wang Feng?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Wang Feng and rubbed his eyes. "Really? Doesn't Wang Feng like to wear a mask? "

Indeed, when Wang Feng appeared three years ago, he also wore a mask.

"No, that's not right. Why do I feel that your appearance … resembles that of the Pope?"

Flender looked suspiciously at Wang Feng, his face darkening. "Back then, it was the Pope in white who disguised himself as Wang Feng. I can still clearly remember his appearance."

Ning Fengzhi was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Wang Feng again.

In an instant.

The Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo released their powerful auras and stared at Wang Feng.

They remembered clearly how White Popetiff had pretended to be Wang Feng and attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

At this moment, when Flender mentioned it, he suddenly recalled that the white-clothed Popetiff whom he had only met once and had revealed his true appearance once, wasn't it this young man before him?

The auras of the two Titled Douluo filled the entire courtyard, and the four Hallmasters were extremely alert.

For a time, everyone was jittery, and every bush and tree was an enemy.

The name of the White-Clothed Pope was something that none of the people present would ever forget.

However, Wang Feng only smiled and slightly released his aura.

That supreme aura, which seemed to be one with heaven and earth, instantly dispelled the auras of the two Titled Douluo.

With his current Dustless Glass Body, after being washed by the Primal Chaos Divine Light, it had reached a terrifying level.

Otherwise, Long Xie wouldn't have asked him to become the king of soul beasts.

With his aura, most soul beasts would reject him or even try to get close to him.

It was a kind of aura that was in harmony with nature. Any kind of pressure seemed to be insignificant in front of Wang Feng, unable to form any pressure.

Everyone present was instantly affected by this aura.

The two Titled Douluo even lost their desire to attack. They couldn't help but be shocked.

Wang Feng rarely released his aura.

He had no choice. He was already so handsome. If he released his aura, it would be too eye-catching.

"Aiya!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Wang Feng. Her face was red, and her eyes seemed to overflow with tears. "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Gu. White Popetiff is Wang Feng! He wasn't an imposter back then. He's the real person. "

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Their minds went blank.

What does that mean?

They didn't react.

However, Master seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Wang Feng in shock.

"Brother Feng entered the Martial Spirit Palace as a spy a long time ago."

When Tang San felt this aura, he was secretly shocked. This aura seemed to be a bit more unique than the vast aura of the Sea God. However, he smiled and said, "Later on, Big Brother Feng became the Pope of the White Clothed … So, the Pope of the White Clothed has always been Big Brother Feng."

Speaking of this.

Tang San was also secretly laughing.

Brother Feng must have been ordered by the Bibidon to pretend to be himself as the White Popetiff.

He was acting as himself. No wonder he could act so well. They were all fooled.

When everyone heard this, their jaws dropped to the ground.

"How is this possible …"

Dugu Bo couldn't help but curse. "Little lunatic, is it true? The one who defeated me with a flying sword in the Martial Spirit Palace in Heaven Dou City was really you? "

Wang Feng smiled and nodded.

Immediately after, Wang Feng's mind moved, and a scarlet-green sword light suddenly condensed from his body. With a swoosh, it floated in the air.

"F * ck, this is the feeling!"

Dugu Bo quivered. "You little lunatic, you're quite good at acting. Even those people from the Martial Spirit Palace were fooled? Even we didn't notice it … "

The others also looked at each other and looked at Wang Feng in shock.

"Of course." Ning Rongrong giggled. Looking at the surprised look on everyone's face, she felt honored, especially when her father was also looking at her in shock.

It made her very happy and happy.

"If even you couldn't be fooled, then Wang Feng would have been exposed long ago."

Ning Rongrong walked to Wang Feng's side and thought, Fortunately, Zhuo Qing isn't here now. Wang Feng is mine alone!

"If that's the case, don't tell me that you were the one who gave us the news back at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect?"

Ning Fengzhi recalled and was speechless. "I was wondering how it could be so coincidental that Wang Feng could give us such important news at such a critical moment."

"No wonder the Martial Spirit Palace's operations were all ruined by you."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, shock still lingering on his face. "So you're the white-robed Popetiff … The Martial Spirit Palace's operations couldn't be hidden from you at all."

"So …" The Sword Douluo frowned slightly and stared at Wang Feng. "When we were at Vast Sea City, I fought with the white-robed Popetiff and used it to break through. You didn't do it on purpose, did you? "

Wang Feng nodded. "I sensed your aura at that time and thought you were at the pinnacle of rank 41, so I fought with you. You should be able to break through … so I did it."

Hearing this, the Sword Douluo's expression changed.

In the end, he shook his head with a wry smile. "You little brat, Old Poison and I thought we had tricked you. I didn't expect you to have guessed it long ago … "

Tang San and the others were also stunned. They recalled that when they intercepted the wolf bandits, it was indeed the case.

At that time, they were still complacent and thought they had tricked the white-robed Popetiff, but now the truth was revealed.

However, Ma Hongjun's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that several flying swords attacked him and Bai Chenxiang at that time.

It allowed his relationship with Bai Chenxiang to reach a higher level in the midst of a crisis.

At that time, it was very critical … At that time, he was still glad.

"Captain, you're too awesome … you even assisted me at that time?"

Ma Hongjun quivered. "It seems that Captain's flirting skills are far superior to mine."

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PS: Three more updates.

Now that he thought about it, the more Ma Hongjun thought about it, the more surprised he was …