Douluo's strange martial spirit

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Lao Zhang's high emotional intelligence avoided the risk of being killed by touching his head, which made Bibi Dong satisfied.

At the same time, she also recalled that the child in front of her was not an ordinary child, but a big shot who stomped his feet and shook the mainland.

Although he is young, even he, the pope, cannot arbitrarily kill someone by touching his head.

Perhaps to other peers, this action was an honor bestowed by the Pope, but to Zhang Zheng, it was an insult.

After all, identity is everything.

Following Bibi Dong to the cafeteria of the Pope's Palace, the two ignored the empty hall downstairs and walked directly to the third floor.

That's right, it's the canteen.

The Pope is also a human being, and the soul masters of Wuhun Palace are also human beings. They work on duty in Wuhun Palace and they also need to eat.

In fact, the Pope is not as tall as she imagined, and she can't live without him either for food, water, or the toilet.

The first and second floors are the large dining hall, a place prepared for the palace-protecting knights and low-level soul masters of Wuhun Palace.

The third floor is the dining place for Contra and Titled Douluo.

Of course, as long as she paid for it herself, Bibi Dong would not prohibit ordinary soul masters from Wuhun Hall from coming up to improve the food.

Following Bibi Dong and looking at her slim back wrapped in the papal uniform, Lao Li felt a little envious of the teacher for a moment.

This pope must have status, strength, looks, and figure.

If the teacher marries her, will he directly reach the pinnacle of his life?

"Although the Pope is good, he is not your cup of tea. Yuehua is younger and more beautiful than her...!"

After hypnotizing himself in his mind over and over again, Lao Zhang finally succeeded in overcoming the unethical idea of ​​poaching his teacher.

"Your Majesty the Pope, the banquet arranged by the Saint has been prepared. Please come in."

The two of them came to the innermost part of the corridor, and a mahogany double door nearly three meters high and four meters wide suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zheng.

Seeing this, Zhang Zheng just curled his lips and secretly thought that Wuhun Palace was not rich either.

This wooden door was the same when he came two years ago, and it is still the same now, and has not been replaced.

You asked Lao Zhang why he knew that, Lao Zhang still remembers a texture on the wooden door.

No two leaves are exactly the same, and no two wooden doors are exactly the same.

You can always find something different in the subtleties.

Following Bibi Dong into the private room, what caught his eye was the gray patterned carpet. Old Li knew that the pattern on the carpet was a kind of crabapple flower.

The flowers are in clusters, densely packed, and not dazzling.

The private room is about square meters, and the walls are decorated with white and gold as the main color.

In addition to the dining table, there are only two sofas and a coffee table.

Compared with the seven-star box when Lao Li invited Xue Qinghe, it was completely different.

But it's understandable, after all, this is just a canteen, and Lao Li's is the VIP private room of the most luxurious hotel in the continent.

"Teacher, the banquet is ready. You and President Zhang can take your seats."

Seeing the arrival of Zhang Zheng and her teacher, Hu Liena, who was instructing the staff to place the dishes, quickly turned around and planned to leave with the staff.

Looking at Zhang Zheng and then at his student, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a strange look.

"Nana, you stay to attend the banquet. After all, you are the saint of our Wuhun Temple. Sooner or later, you will have contact with President Zhang.

You are all young people and there are more topics to talk about. "

He waved to call the students who were about to leave over, and the three of them sat together around the round table.

Zhang Zheng was very interesting. He didn't sit too close to Bibi Dong, but sat opposite her.

Just when Hu Liena was about to sit next to the teacher, Bibi Dong suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the seat next to Li Sandao.

"Nana, you and Xiao Zheng are both young people. You sit next to him."

"teacher...?"

Hearing this, Hu Liena looked at her teacher in confusion.

"What's going on? Why does the teacher want me to sit next to Zhang Zheng?"

Seeing the student looking at her in confusion, Bibi Dong responded with a gentle smile, gave her a gentle push on the waist, and then said: "Go!

President Zhang is recognized as the number one genius in mainland China. It will be very beneficial for you to share your cultivation experience with him more. "

Pushing the students away, our happy pope looked at Lao Zhang opposite with the same gentle smile.

"That's right. He is unfazed by favors and humiliations. This is very much like Xiaogang in his youth."

Bibi Dong became more and more optimistic about Zhang Zheng's calm attitude towards him.

"Zhang Zheng, although you are the number one genius in mainland China, my Nana is not bad either!

At a young age, he is already the Soul King.

Apart from you, there are really few peers in the entire continent who can compare with her.

You young people, remember to communicate well.

Nana has always regarded you, the number one genius in the continent, as her idol. You can't be stingy with your cultivation experience, you know? "

Seeing Zhang Zheng pull out the chair for his student like a gentleman and wait for her to sit down before he sat down, Bibi Dong became more and more satisfied with him.

"Xiao Gang, I will make up for the regrets between us by your student.

I really hope that these two little guys can get together instead of being separated by fate. "

Also a saint, Bibi Dong wanted to help Zhang Zheng and his student Hu Liena.

The happiness that she and Yu Xiaogang did not get, she hoped to make up for the regret in her two students.

She was very optimistic about Zhang Zheng two years ago, and now she is naturally more satisfied with him.

Of course, one thing she regrets is that Zhang Zheng got married at the age of thirteen.

But it doesn't matter, after so many years, she has already thought about many things.

Otherwise, Liu Erlong would not be alive now.

If she really wanted to kill Liu Erlong, it would be an easy thing for her as the Pope.

Liu Erlong has always regarded her as an imaginary enemy, but he doesn't know that if Bibi Dong hadn't thought of it himself, she wouldn't be alive today.

What's the use of just complaining about jealousy? If you are jealous and can't be with your lover, you won't be able to take advantage of other little monsters in the end.

Zhang Zhengfeng's reputation has spread throughout the continent, but it cannot change the fact that his talent is also unprecedented.

As for whether there will be no successors, who knows.

But seeing the two little guys eating in a reserved manner, neither of them paying attention to the other, Bibi Dong wanted to cover her forehead.

"Forget it Nana, after all, she is still a little girl who has never had a boyfriend.

But Zhang Zheng, you are a well-known pervert in mainland China, how can you pretend to be innocent in front of me?

All I know is that I just immerse myself in eating, wasting all my good intentions. "

Suppressing the fire in her heart, Bibi Dong kept adjusting her mentality, reminding herself: "That's Xiaogang's disciple, that's Xiaogang's disciple.

He is very talented and very important to Wuhun Palace. Bibi Dong, you have to be patient. "

After a few self-adjustments, Bibi Dong smiled and said: "Xiao Zheng, you were already level a year ago.

I heard a few months ago that you had exceeded level . Tell me, what level are you at now? "

Well, Bibi Dong was a matchmaker for the first time and obviously had no experience.

After thinking about it, the only thing we all have in common is that we are all soul masters.

Talking about other things, she was afraid that if the silence continued, she would not be able to suppress her anger and beat Xiaogang's students.

As a last resort, she could only start from this aspect.

Being named and questioned by the Pope, Zhang Zheng knew that he could not escape this time.

Bibi Dong asked the saint to sit next to him and asked the two to communicate more.

As a person with high emotional intelligence, Lao Zhang naturally knew what she meant.

But before he figured out the specific relationship between the pope and the teacher, he really didn't dare to accept Hu Liena's candy.

Who knows whether she is candy or sugar-coated bullets?

So he had no choice but to eat silently and try to act stupid.

As for what Hu Liena thinks and doesn't take the initiative to talk to him, Lao Li doesn't care.

Who knows if this is a conspiracy by the Pope to win over himself.

But now that Bibi Dong is asking questions by name, Zhang Zheng can no longer pretend to be stupid.

His soul power level has never been deliberately kept secret, so in response to Bibi Dong's question, Lao Zhang swallowed the food in his mouth and then smiled: "I've had some adventures recently, and I was lucky enough to reach level 84."

Not to mention Lao Zhang's current invincible strength under God, as long as the second martial soul exists, he does not need a special secret soul power level.

"Oh...! Level sixty-four.

You are the Soul Emperor, and you have been able to advance four levels in more than half a year. You are indeed worthy of your title as the number one genius in the continent.

Nana, do you remember to learn more from Xiao Zheng? "

Obviously, when Bibi Dong asked about the level of soul power, she didn't really care about Zhang Zheng's level.

So when she was absent-mindedly thinking about how to bring the two of them together, she heard the word "four" and took it for granted that Zhang Zheng was only level .

To be honest, after reaching level , it is already an astonishing number to be promoted to four levels in such a short period of time.

But Zhang Zheng is called the number one genius in mainland China, and Bibi Dong has no doubts.

However, Bibi Dong was too distracted to hear clearly, but Hu Liena heard it clearly.

"What level sixty-four!

Teacher, they are talking about level ! "

At this time, the way our little fox looked at Zhang Zheng had completely changed.

Thirteen years old, eighty-fourth level Contra, this is not even written in novels!

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