Starting from Douluo to become a god against the sky

All documents sent from all over the mainland are managed by the Platinum Bishop. The highest-level confidential documents will be directly submitted to the Pope, while those with lower levels will be reviewed by the Platinum Bishop.

In a small place like Notting City, the most confidential documents cannot be delivered, so this document will be reviewed by Salas first.

Bibi Dong believes that Salas will not be dim-eyed, so the child described in this document, even if it is not a god-level martial soul, should have amazing talents, so the deacon was mistaken for a god-level martial soul.

The power of the Wuhun Temple spreads across the whole continent, and every year it helps countless people to awaken the Wuhun for free, and also uses this to continuously absorb genius for the Wuhun Temple.

As long as they are talented, the Spirit Hall will stretch out an olive branch and absorb them into the Hall of Spirit for cultivation.

The better the talent, the more attention will be paid, the talent is amazing, and it will even be sent directly to the Wuhun Hall headquarters to focus on training. Now Hu Liena is the target of focus training.

Bibi Dong opened the document lightly, watching it purely with a curious mind.

But as time went by, Bibi Dong's expression became more and more serious. After reading it, she actually watched it again, and the smile on her face became stronger and stronger.

Salas, standing respectfully below, saw Bibi Dong's smile and quickly lowered his head. He was afraid that he would be unable to extricate himself if he kept watching, and offended the pope's majesty.

Bibi Dong closed the document, handed it to Hu Liena, who was standing next to him, and looked at Salas and said, "This time you have done a great job, go down first, and then I will give you a reward for your merits."

"Xie Pope, this is what I should do." Salas smiled on his old face and stepped back respectfully.

"Teacher, does the child mentioned here really have a god-level martial arts spirit?" Hu Liena couldn't help asking.

She had seen Bibi Dong's reaction just now, and she had been puzzled for a long time before she asked.

"You can open it and take a look." Bibi Dong smiled, "If the deacon named Su Yuntao hasn't exaggerated, this might really be a god-level martial spirit."

Hu Liena quickly saw it again and was shocked, "How could there be such a terrible sight when I awakened? The one named Su Yuntao is exaggerating it."

Looking at her in disbelief, Bibi Dong smiled and said, "If it were you, would you have the guts to write a letter deliberately to deceive the Pope?"

Hu Liena looked startled, and shook her head "No."

"So, what's written in it should be true. Get ready. You just came out of that place. I will take you out tomorrow for some relaxation and adjust your mentality."

Chapter 43 Tang San's Challenge

"Teacher, what do you mean?" Hu Liena questioned.

"We will go to that Notting City tomorrow." Bibi Dong smiled.

"Ah, just for the sake of a child, do you have to take a trip by the teacher yourself?" Hu Liena was a little surprised.

"God-level Martial Spirit is not a joke. I need to confirm it myself. If it is true, then I have to hold him in my hands, so that there is no accident."

Hu Liena nodded.

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At this time, at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Jiang Chen is practicing leisurely

Why is it leisurely? Because now Matthew Nuo's revenge has also been reported, and there is no threat of the catastrophe, his mood suddenly relaxes.

Just like this every day, study the martial arts and body techniques, and then work hard to practice the exercises at night, he plans to live like this in the future at Notting College.

Since yesterday, the little black bird has been monitoring the situation of the Wuhun Hall. Yesterday afternoon, Matthew Nuo was controlled by the deacon corps from the nearest temple, waiting for the law enforcement team from the Pope Hall to come. Escort.

He guessed that Matthew Nuo should be escorted to Wuhun City to beheaded for public display or something.

Just as he was pondering his body skills, Jing Wuming suddenly hurried into the small forest.

"Young Master." Jing Wuming came to Jiang Chen, hesitating, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen was surprised.

"Master, I may be leaving you." Jing Wuming looked a little lonely.

"Leave? Where to go?"

Jing Wuming shook his head, "I don't know, my foster father said that he would send me to the killer headquarters to receive hell-style training. It may be several years since I left."

Jiang Chen fell silent. Jing Wuming was indeed a rare and good helper. He was used to Jing Wuming by his side these days, and he was a little bit reluctant to part with him.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Then you go, remember to practice hard, don't slack off. Also, you must remember my previous instructions, you must not bite at will unless you have a last resort."

Jing Wuming nodded, "But Master, when I leave, no one will be by your side to help you."

Jiang Chen jumped on the rock next to him, stretched out his hand and patted Jing Wuming's shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense, just let you go, and practice hard. I am now at level 14. Don't be overtaken by me in a few years."

Jing Wuming nodded fiercely, his eyes were a little moist. All he had for his foster father was respect and gratitude, but he had a kind of spiritual intimacy to Jiang Chen.

After getting along these days, he found that his cold personality has been changed a lot without knowing it.

These are all the credit of Jiang Chen.

"when are we leaving?"

Jing Wuming said, "I will leave this afternoon. I don't know where that place is."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and said calmly, "Go back, go back and pack your things quickly, you don't need to see me again before you leave."

In fact, he was not at peace. It can be said that Jing Wuming was free to confide in his thoughts without any scruples. He left at once, leaving him a little empty.

Jing Wuming took two steps back, suddenly knelt down, and knocked his head several times at Jiang Chen.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen helped him up.

"Thank you Young Master for his grace of not killing and rebuilding." Jing Wuming looked sincere.

"Okay, I see, you go, I want to continue practicing." Jiang Chen waved again.

Jing Wuming nodded, no longer nostalgic, turned and left.

Jiang Chen sighed, feeling as if something was missing.

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Time flickered, and two more days passed.

Jing Wuming has been away for two days. In Jiang Chen's induction, the distance between Jing Wuming and him is getting farther and farther, and the connection between the two is getting weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

Jiang Chen was helpless, he knew that the distance between himself and Jing Wuming had exceeded his current sensing range.

In addition, under his surveillance, the Wuhun Palace finally had movement, and the law enforcement officers from Wuhun City finally arrived in Notting City.

After arriving in Notting City, the suffocated law enforcement did not stop for a moment, and immediately returned with Matthew Nuo.