Douluo started from being accepted by Bibi Dong as a disciple

Facing the Desert Eagle's muzzle, Yan instantly withered.

The soul power that originally surged around him disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Uh... His Highness the Son, I~ I'm kidding you, how could I ask you to pay back the money... I~ I~ have something else to do, so I won't disturb Your Highness the Son..."

Looking at the dark muzzle, Yan trembled.

When he stopped talking, Yan turned around and ran away without waiting for Ling Feng to reply...

……

"..."

Looking at Yan who disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, Ling Feng was speechless.

Originally, Ling Feng wanted to use Yan to try out the paralysis time effect of Soul-Eating Continuous Shots...

……

After Yan left, Lingfeng returned to the room indifferently to take a rest and prepare himself for his first experience.

Ling Feng is still looking forward to the travel experience.

Until the afternoon, Gui Douluo and Hu Liena came together.

"Uh... Senior sister, you~ you don't want to go too, right?"

Seeing Hu Liena and Ghost Douluo coming together, the corner of Lingfeng's mouth twitched.

However, Hu Liena had a melancholy look on her face: "Oh, I would like to go, but Master won't let me go. I've been grinding all day..."

Hearing Hu Liena's words, Ling Feng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness the Holy Lady, His Highness the Pope is free to make arrangements for you. You should follow His Highness the Pope's instructions..."

Ghost Douluo shrugged his shoulders and said.

After taking a hard glance at Ghost Douluo, Hu Liena stepped forward and came to Ling Feng.

"Junior brother, after you go out, you must follow Elder Ghost Douluo closely. You must not make any arbitrary decisions. When in danger, just let Ghost Douluo rush to the front...

You remember to...

Do you want to...

Hey, hey, don’t leave, junior brother, I’ve prepared some basic necessities for you, just take it..."

More than half an hour later, Ling Feng couldn't hold on anymore and Hu Liena opened her mouth, so he pulled Ghost Douluo and ran away...

……

"I~ What's wrong with me? I'm not like this normally... Why did I start to act like this as soon as I met my junior brother!"

Standing at the gate of Wuhun City, looking at the backs of Ling Feng and Ghost Douluo walking away, Hu Liena murmured in a low voice.

"I can't do this anymore. Junior brother doesn't seem to like me like this..."

Hu Liena also felt that she seemed a bit nagging.

But she knew that she couldn't control herself at all...

At this moment, on the roof of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong felt the last breath of Ling Feng that remained in Wuhun City, and murmured: "Little guy, come on!"

As she finished speaking, Bibi Dong's mind flashed to Ling Feng's somewhat cold yet handsome face, and she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, with a look of intimacy in her eyes.

If someone saw the expression on Bibi Dong's face at this time, their jaw would definitely drop in surprise.

Bibi Dong, who is usually aloof and aloof, still has such a gentle side...

……

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, this trip is quite far, so you should take a good rest first!"

In the carriage, Ghost Douluo looked at Ling Feng who was looking at the scenery outside the window with excitement and said softly.

"If I'm not in the Wuhun Hall, I don't need to be called His Royal Highness the Holy Son. Just call me Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng waved his hand and said without looking back.

The route taken this time was different from the direction Ling Feng had taken several times before.

Therefore, Ling Feng, who was curious in his heart, couldn't help but feast his eyes.

At the same time, Ling Feng also had to sigh that the scenery of Douluo Continent was really beautiful.

"Don't dare! I'd better call you His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Ghost Douluo's face tightened, and then he said hurriedly.

Regarding Ling Feng, Ghost Douluo originally didn't care.

To be precise, Ling Feng's strength was beyond his reach.

Although he knew that Ling Feng was a fourth-generation martial soul and was born with full soul power.

But the overall strength is still too young.

However, after he knew that Ling Feng had raised his soul power to level 29 in such a short period of time, he was in a state of admiration.

You know, he didn't work so hard before.

In addition, after he remembered the previous competition in the competition arena, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Ling Feng in front of him.

I have known for a long time that Ling Feng's martial spirit contains a weapon spirit that far surpasses the Clear Sky Hammer - a strange gun!

The reason why he said it was strange was because he heard Yue Guan say it was a gun, but when he saw it, it was not the gun he recognized...

Originally he thought the Yue Guan group was licking, but when he saw Ling Feng drawing a gun against the enemy in the sparring arena, he was completely shocked.

Not to mention the huge difference in strength between the two now, if it were a few years later, I might even have to look up to them.

At this moment, the image of Ling Feng drawing his gun still flashed in his mind, as well as the scene of violently brutalizing Tang San with one shot after another.

Thinking of this, Ghost Douluo couldn't help but lick his lips, and then subconsciously said: "Well... His Highness the Holy Son, can I see your gun!"

"Okay... you can call me whatever you want... hmm? What? Look at my gun?"

After hearing Ghost Douluo's words, Ling Feng waved his hands again and said with a smile.

However, before Ling Feng finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

When he turned to look at Ghost Douluo, he discovered that Ghost Douluo's weird smile and lip licking movements coupled with Ghost Douluo's slightly abstract face...

For a moment, Lingfeng subconsciously covered his crotch and twisted his buttocks away from Ghost Douluo's body...

At the same time, Ling Feng couldn't help but say 'fuck' in his heart.

"Uh... His Highness the Son, I'm talking about your Desert Eagle... I only saw it from a distance in the competition arena before. I kept hearing Elder Yueguan mention that His Highness's martial spirit is far superior to the first martial spirit. The existence of the Clear Sky Hammer, my subordinates have never been lucky enough to see it with my own eyes..."

"If it offends His Royal Highness the Holy Son, please do not blame Him!"

Ghost Douluo said a little embarrassed.

What he said just now about wanting to see Ling Feng's gun was indeed what he said subconsciously.

But after saying that, he felt a little rash.

After all, things like Wuhun are not just things that people can look at...

"It turns out you were talking about my martial spirit... It's easy to talk about!"

Seeing this, Ling Feng replied with a smile.

Then with a slight movement of thought, the Desert Eagle appeared in his hand and showed it to Ghost Douluo.

"But I'm also curious, how powerful is the Clear Sky Hammer you said~!"

Ling Feng heard the words 'Haotian Hammer' more than once.

I even heard comparisons between the Clear Sky Hammer and the Desert Eagle every time from Bibi Dong.

"The Clear Sky Hammer... is very strong. It can be said that it is the first martial spirit. But that is all in the past. In front of His Highness the Holy Son's Desert Eagle, the Clear Sky Hammer is just a scumbag!"

Looking at this strange gun at close range, Ghost Douluo said slightly excitedly.

He felt a sense of oppression from the Desert Eagle.

You know, Ling Feng's strength is only a level 29 second-level soul master, but even so, he still feels a sense of oppression.

Especially the dark muzzle.

"If I have the chance, I really want to compete with that Clear Sky Hammer to see if I can take a shot!"

Looking at Ghost Douluo's excited expression, Ling Feng said lightly.

"Haha, there will be a chance!"

When Ling Feng finished speaking, Ghost Douluo followed up: "I think back then, His Highness the Pope... was defeated by the Clear Sky Hammer..."

"Afraid? Master has been defeated by the Clear Sky Hammer? Please tell me what happened..."

Hearing Ghost Douluo's words, Ling Feng couldn't help but become curious and asked hurriedly.

"It was still a summer, and His Highness the Pope's strength was still limited..."

Mentioning the past, Ghost Douluo looked at the receding scenery outside the carriage window, and his eyes were slowly covered with memories...

……

During the three days of Ghost Douluo's memories and narration, Ling Feng learned something about Wuhun Palace and even some of Bibi Dong's past.

At the same time, Ling Feng also remembered a name, that is - Tang Hao!

Of course, it also made Ling Feng more eager to compete with the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, Ling Feng knew that with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to defeat the Clear Sky Hammer.

But this did not affect the fighting spirit ignited in Ling Feng's heart.

"Master, don't worry. One day, I will definitely let this Tang Hao kneel in front of you... Huh? Tang Hao, Tang San? These two can't be brothers, right?"

……

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, we are here!"

They walked all the way and admired the scenery. It was not until noon on the fourth day that they arrived at the destination of the trip, the Soul Beast Forest.

"This is the Soul Beast Forest. The reason why I come here to practice is because the level of the soul beasts here is roughly the same as the strength of His Highness the Holy Son. It can not only sharpen His Highness the Holy Son's combat abilities and skills, but also improve His Highness the Holy Son's strength. Temper your own soul power and seek opportunities to break through the soul power level!"

Standing under a big tree, Ghost Douluo briefly introduced Ling Feng.

"it is good!"

"Then without further ado, let's go!"

Ling Feng couldn't wait for this experience.

When they arrived at the place this time, Ling Feng was even more eager to give it a try.

"No hurry, no hurry, let's eat first..."

Ghost Douluo said while holding his shriveled belly...

……

"Uh... Senior sister, you~ you don't want to go too, right?"

Seeing Hu Liena and Ghost Douluo coming together, the corner of Lingfeng's mouth twitched.

However, Hu Liena had a melancholy look on her face: "Oh, I would like to go, but Master won't let me go. I've been grinding all day..."

Hearing Hu Liena's words, Ling Feng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness the Holy Lady, His Highness the Pope is free to make arrangements for you. You should follow His Highness the Pope's instructions..."

Ghost Douluo shrugged his shoulders and said.

After taking a hard glance at Ghost Douluo, Hu Liena stepped forward and came to Ling Feng.

"Junior brother, after you go out, you must follow Elder Ghost Douluo closely. You must not make any arbitrary decisions. When in danger, just let Ghost Douluo rush to the front...

You remember to...

Do you want to...

Hey, hey, don’t leave, junior brother, I’ve prepared some basic necessities for you, just take it..."

More than half an hour later, Ling Feng couldn't hold on anymore and Hu Liena opened her mouth, so he pulled Ghost Douluo and ran away...

……

"I~ What's wrong with me? I'm not like this normally... Why did I start to act like this as soon as I met my junior brother!"

Standing at the gate of Wuhun City, looking at the backs of Ling Feng and Ghost Douluo walking away, Hu Liena murmured in a low voice.

"I can't do this anymore. Junior brother doesn't seem to like me like this..."

Hu Liena also felt that she seemed a bit nagging.

But she knew that she couldn't control herself at all...

At this moment, on the roof of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong felt the last breath of Ling Feng that remained in Wuhun City, and murmured: "Little guy, come on!"

As she finished speaking, Bibi Dong's mind flashed to Ling Feng's somewhat cold yet handsome face, and she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile, with a look of intimacy in her eyes.

If someone saw the expression on Bibi Dong's face at this time, their jaw would definitely drop in surprise.

Bibi Dong, who is usually aloof and aloof, still has such a gentle side...

……

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, this trip is quite far, so you should take a good rest first!"

In the carriage, Ghost Douluo looked at Ling Feng who was looking at the scenery outside the window with excitement and said softly.

"If I'm not in the Wuhun Hall, I don't need to be called His Royal Highness the Holy Son. Just call me Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng waved his hand and said without looking back.

The route taken this time was different from the direction Ling Feng had taken several times before.

Therefore, Ling Feng, who was curious in his heart, couldn't help but feast his eyes.

At the same time, Ling Feng also had to sigh that the scenery of Douluo Continent was really beautiful.

"Don't dare! I'd better call you His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Ghost Douluo's face tightened, and then he said hurriedly.

Regarding Ling Feng, Ghost Douluo originally didn't care.

To be precise, Ling Feng's strength was beyond his reach.

Although he knew that Ling Feng was a fourth-generation martial soul and was born with full soul power.

But the overall strength is still too young.

However, after he knew that Ling Feng had raised his soul power to level 29 in such a short period of time, he was in a state of admiration.

You know, he didn't work so hard before.

In addition, after he remembered the previous competition in the competition arena, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Ling Feng in front of him.

I have known for a long time that Ling Feng's martial spirit contains a weapon spirit that far surpasses the Clear Sky Hammer - a strange gun!

The reason why he said it was strange was because he heard Yue Guan say it was a gun, but when he saw it, it was not the gun he recognized...

Originally he thought the Yue Guan group was licking, but when he saw Ling Feng drawing a gun against the enemy in the sparring arena, he was completely shocked.

Not to mention the huge difference in strength between the two now, if it were a few years later, I might even have to look up to them.

At this moment, the image of Ling Feng drawing his gun still flashed in his mind, as well as the scene of violently brutalizing Tang San with one shot after another.

Thinking of this, Ghost Douluo couldn't help but lick his lips, and then subconsciously said: "Well... His Highness the Holy Son, can I see your gun!"

Thinking of this, Ghost Douluo couldn't help but lick his lips, and then subconsciously said: "Well... His Highness the Holy Son, can I see your gun!"