Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 87 - Fierce and powerful

"According to the results predicted by the old priest and the leader, we should have three saintesses. Besides you, there is also a blue silver saintess and a phoenix saintess, but...we haven't found them yet, just follow the old The message left by the worshiper has found you..." Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng smiled slightly and comforted:

"But it doesn't matter anymore, we have already got you. The news left by the old priest is that the importance and potential of you, the Rakshasa saint, is far above the other two saints. As long as you have you, The other two saintesses are not important."

"Follow the old priest's information to find me? Who is this old priest? It sounds very powerful. Can I meet him when I go back with you?"

That's right, Qian Lingjun was also surprised that there were such capable people in the Holy Spirit Cult who could pinch and count, and planned to take some time to learn from him.

I really can't get along in the future, and when I'm down, I can still be a fortune teller at a roadside stall to make a living.

"This...I'm afraid it won't work, because the old priest has already passed away after guessing that you were in the Star Dou Forest!" Zhang Peng shook his head with emotion, and sighed:

"Although my cultivation is not obvious, the old worshiper is capable of pinching and calculating. He is the only one I have seen in my life who is so talented. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents, alas..."

"That's a pity." Qian Lingjun lowered his head, struggled for a while, then raised his head and said: "I just hope that the other two saints will not give up their search. It would be good to be more prepared."

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingyun gave them a meaningful look, and said, "After all... I'm too boring as a saint, so a few people to play with me can relieve the boredom!"

"This is natural. We will never give up on the search for the other two saintesses, and we will continue to search."

Fengling took over the conversation and didn't care about anything else. She took Qian Lingjun's hand and flew towards the Sun and Moon Empire. She smiled and said:

"The saint's physical fitness seems to be good. You shouldn't worry about us speeding up the flight. We can go back and talk about the rest."

"Yeah!" Qian Lingjun nodded, took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, smiling: "Then I want to see how fast the deputy leader can fly!"

"Really? Then I'll try it!", a smile flashed across Feng Ling's eyebrows, and she stretched out her hand.

Holding Qian Lingyun under his arm like a briefcase, he raised his speed to the highest in an instant, like a black shooting star, whizzing through the clouds in the sky.

"..."

Zhang Peng and Wu Yun looked at each other helplessly, and had no choice but to follow.

The scenery under her body changed rapidly like a revolving lantern. Fengling flew from noon to night. When several people flew over the Mingdou Mountains at the junction of Xingluo and Sun and Moon, they slightly slowed down their flying speed and landed in one place. The town is slowly landing!

"How does the saint feel? This speed is acceptable!"

After landing, Fengling looked at Qian Lingjun, whose face was blushed by the wind, with a half-smile but said playfully: "I'd better fly slower next time."

"It's okay! Are you going to sleep here today?" Qian Lingjun touched her cheeks that were red from the wind, and followed Feng Ling, watching eagerly as she pushed open the door of an inn.

If Qian Lingyun's feeling is correct, then this inn is a contact point established by the Holy Spirit Church here.

Although the people in the inn came and went, it seemed normal to shout five and six.

But... the yin qi tumbling up from the ground and the wailing from the soul that ordinary people can't hear can't be faked.

A few foreigners in black robes walked into the lively inn, and the noisy people in the inn suddenly quieted down. The men in the lobby unanimously turned their attention to the young and beautiful Qian Lingjun.

"Why, do you need to dig out their eyes for you?" Feng Ling glanced around the lobby coldly, subconsciously raised half of her eyebrows.

"It's not necessary. It would be a pity if no one would notice that I'm so good-looking." Qian Lingjun glanced around contemptuously, walked straight to the counter, tapped the table with his index finger a few times, and said: "Four Let’s take a room.” He pointed to Fengling and said to the shopkeeper, “She pays the bill.”

"..." Feng Ling was silent for a while, took out her ID card and threw it to the shopkeeper, and muttered impatiently: "Hurry up and call the person in charge of the sub-forum here to see me!"

"Yes, sir, wait a moment!" The shopkeeper in charge glanced at the symbol on the identity card and almost knelt down in front of these people. However, seeing Fengling's impatient eyes, he still suppressed his fear. He stumbled and pulled open the organ under the counter, and jumped down from the tunnel.

"Hey...you guys dug this tunnel well!" Qian Lingjun looked down at the counter curiously, his long legs with nowhere to rest beating up and down like a boat oar.

The so-called rough guys behind him felt thirsty and couldn't help but look up along his long legs, but...as soon as they looked up, they saw Scorpion Tiger Douluo's sinister eyes and cold soul power.

what…

Under the heavy pressure of soul power, the rough guys couldn't help trembling, they let out a low moan in pain, and sat on the chair trembling like a conditioned reflex, the original lively atmosphere disappeared for a while.

"Eh?", as if sensing something strange behind her, Qian Lingyun jumped back, the crisp clicking sound of her high-heeled shoes was particularly abrupt in the silence, she glanced at Scorpion Tiger Douluo, then looked at Looking at the group of passers-by who were silent like cicadas, they seemed to understand something!

"Saint, do you want to put them..." Zhang Peng raised his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Is this necessary?!", Qian Lingyun raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction and complained: "It is because of your character that you can kill a few people for nothing that causes our evil soul masters to be ruthlessly persecuted."

"Ah?", Zhang Peng stayed where he was, looked at Wu Yun in puzzlement, and said in a low voice, "Could it be... do our evil soul masters have any comments?"

"I don't know..." Wu Yun shook his head and muttered: "I want to say...our reputation...could it possibly be worse?"

"What's the saintess' opinion? Let's hear it!" Feng Ling turned around and leaned against the counter alluringly, her curiosity and surprise were undisguised.

"If you want me to say, our Holy Spirit Sect, starting from us high-level people, must first put an end to the indiscriminate killing of innocent people!" Qian Lingyun pointed at the group of passers-by with righteous indignation, and said persuasively:

"Look, today you kill a few casually because of a bad mood, and tomorrow he kills a few because of a bad mood, and gets nothing. Isn't this a shameful waste?"

"Let me tell you, we should allocate resources reasonably. Some people want blood, some want corpses, some want bones, some want resentment, and some want souls!"

"These demands don't actually conflict! Can't a reasonable distribution allow everyone to get the corresponding benefits?"

After finishing speaking, Qian Lingjun sighed, pretending to be heartbroken and said: "Thinking about it carefully, how many resources have you wasted before? How many Title Douluo can these resources be integrated?"