Douluo: I can hear Qian Renxue's voice

At this time, Maeve outside the door was complaining about her parents in her heart, while Xue Beng was lying lazily on the bed in the room, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

The bed in Wuhun Palace is also quite comfortable.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Xue Beng murmured to himself: "It's really tiring to keep a cold face all day, but I still have to pretend to be reluctant. To be honest, is it the prince of Tiandou or the Wuhun Palace? The Holy Son is not that different to me. If it weren’t for the character, I wouldn’t have to work so hard.”

"So, what should the next script be like? The cliché story of a proton with a heart as cold as ice, being melted by warmth, and finally surrendering to the enemy? Ah, then I have to pretend to be cold-faced all the time. That's very hard. ."

"Ah, yes, contrast! Contrast is the most charming at this time."

"Proton, who has always been cold-faced and silent, occasionally makes behaviors that are inconsistent with his personality. He is discovered by coincidence, and distances himself from the heroine, and then..."

"What kind of vulgar idol drama is this?"

"Forget it, let's keep a cold face for now."

After determining his future persona, Xue Beng sat cross-legged and began to practice.

I am an old cultivator.

On the other side, Ghost Douluo returned to his residence, only to find that his old friend had been waiting here.

Ju Douluo Yue Guan smiled slightly at Ghost Douluo.

"Send back our Holy Son."

"Ah."

Ghost Douluo nodded, then picked up the tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Ju Douluo smiled sweetly and said: "Our Lord Saint is indeed blessed with a good fortune. He awakened a top-level martial spirit as soon as he was born. He has top-notch talents and a prominent status. Now he has become a martial spirit so easily. The Holy Son of the Temple."

Having said this, the sparkle in Ju Douluo's eyes flashed away.

"You know, the identity of that little girl Nana is still not recognized by the old guys in the Elders' Hall. The future Holy Son was designated as the Holy Son as soon as he came."

Ghost Douluo listened to Ju Douluo's words, his eyes still as calm as water.

"The Pope has his own plans."

Hearing this, Ju Douluo nodded and expressed his acquiescence. Being able to gradually control the entire Spirit Hall under the eyes of the old guys in the Elder Hall, their Lord Pope's methods can be said to be quite powerful. The group of old guys are just powerful. In terms of scheming, they are far worse than Bibi Dong.

Of course, this is also because they rely on their own strength to be arrogant.

......

The apprenticeship ceremony three days later took place as scheduled.

This apprenticeship ceremony can be said to be unprecedented and grand.

All the residents of Wuhun City gathered at the outermost edge of the square the moment they heard the news, while the inner circle was filled with representatives of various forces who came to watch the ceremony.

At this time, Bibi Dong, who was dressed in a luxurious ceremonial robe, was confident and noble, like a nine-day divine phoenix. He slowly walked to the front and announced loudly in front of everyone: "From today on, Xue Beng is my Bibi Dong." Disciple, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace!"

This simple sentence was extremely powerful, causing waves in the hearts of all the power representatives who came to watch the ceremony.

Son?How can he be the Holy Son? You must know that the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and the Pope's disciple are two completely different identities. The latter may have some problems, but the former must be an important figure in Wuhun Palace and have a prominent position.

At this time, Xue Beng, in front of everyone, walked to the stage with a calm face and calm eyes. At this time, he was wearing the characteristic robe that represented the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

The snow-white robe has golden flowing lines, the long brown hair is tied up with a white-gold hairband, and there is a golden crown on the forehead, showing luxury and extraordinary.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the expressionless Xue Beng on the stage. He seemed to be able to see the deep sadness and despair in the young man. These despair and sadness buried the young man's other emotions deeply, leaving only numbness in the end.

This is a soul that has a gorgeous shell but has long since lost its freedom.

Ning Fengzhi felt deeply helpless, and at the same time thought of the rumors on Tiandou's side.

On Tiandou's side, Sword Douluo sent news that people in the streets and alleys were now talking about why Emperor Xueye was afraid of the Star Luo Empire and abandoned His Highness the Fourth Highness who had brought glory to the country.

After the people found out, they all scolded the royal family for their cowardice and ruthlessness.

The Fourth Highness was still fighting for glory for the country from afar, but Tiandou actually gave up on Xue Beng without even discussing it.

They felt sad that Tiandou didn't even dare to show a tough attitude, they deplored His Highness Xue Beng's sorrow, and they blamed themselves for the luck mentality deep in their hearts.

Therefore, the people naturally felt a sense of shame in their hearts.

And after they knew that Xue Beng was accepted as a disciple by the Pope of Wuhun Palace, no one called Xue Beng a traitor. They just admired Xue Beng as a genius and would be taken seriously wherever he went. They even felt a sense of pride.

The above is the news from Sword Douluo. Ning Fengzhi knows that all this is fueled by someone who wants to shake the majesty of the Tiandou royal family in Tiandou.

In the face of these public opinions, the royal family adopted very serious measures, and its handling style was very arrogant and typical of being in a nest. It barely suppressed the voices of the people, but only allowed them to dare to be angry and dare not speak out.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes shone with worry and fear. He felt that the person behind all of this was really terrifying, one link within another.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the expressionless Xue Qinghe next to him with some worry, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

His Highness has been very busy since he returned. He had just experienced the pain of separation from his younger brother, and he still had to deal with such a mess when he returned.

Xue Qinghe looked at the avalanche on the high platform expressionlessly, trying hard to maintain his expressionless expression, but he was filled with sighs and joy from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, I got my younger brother into the Wuhun Hall and labeled him as a Wuhun Hall.

Unfortunately, there was almost no time to meet each other after that.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue felt uncomfortable again.

Hu Liena looked at Xue Beng with a stern face, her expression was unhappy, and she complained in her heart: What a shameful face this guy is putting on, the teacher admitted in front of everyone that he is his disciple, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace!

Hu Liena felt discouraged again when she thought that her identity as a saint was still stuck by those old guys in the Elder Hall.

Not only is my strength inferior to Xue Beng, but now my position in Wuhun Palace has been overtaken by this guy.

No, this won't work! ! ! !

Hu Liena's eyes burned with fighting spirit. She wanted Xue Beng to know that she was his senior sister!

You must let Xue Beng call him senior sister! ! !

At this time, Xue Beng, as a tool man, was bored and thinking about when it would end. He felt like he was a monkey being watched.