Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 109 - The Magic Stick Qian Lingjun (Limited)

"Hiss, my darling, let's forget about buying a ticket, and buy a hotel?" Qian Lingyun's vermilion lips parted slightly, hesitant to speak several times, looking at these two old men who were hiding their secrets in amazement.

"How much does it cost to buy a hotel?!" Wu Yun glanced at Qian Lingjun in surprise, as if he understood something, he smiled and explained: "The majority of the rare metals in the All-Sun Moon Empire are headed by my Holy Spirit Sect. It is controlled by the three forces."

"When you asked for [-] million gold soul coins, the deputy leader didn't even bat an eye. A hotel is nothing more than a drop in the bucket!"

"That's it, that's reasonable." Qian Lingjun raised his eyebrows and thought for a while, before finally nodding his head.

This is indeed the truth. None of the top snakes in the Sun Moon Empire can be like the Holy Spirit Cult. They have the powerful capital of more than 20 titled Douluo and countless evil soul masters, led by the two extremes.

In other words, the cutting-edge strength of the Holy Spirit Cult is not much worse than that of the Wuhun Temple ten thousand years ago.

What the Holy Spirit Sect lacks is just a large enough base and basic soul masters. If this is the case, it is no wonder that the Sun and Moon Empire would seek revenge from the Holy Spirit Sect!

After all...the combination of powerful national power and powerful soul masters was the black hand that started the second holy war in Douluo Continent.

"In this case, it's good to book the tickets, you don't need to buy a hotel, you can book in advance at the Star King Hotel!" Qian Lingyun casually placed the knife on the table, jokingly said: "Let the third elder and the eighth elder Come with us too! They are level nine soul engineers."

"Saint, do you need four titled Douluo to accompany you to watch a game?" Zhang Peng asked in puzzlement, quite puzzled by Qian Lingjun's bewildering behavior, but Qian Lingjun just closed his eyes and chuckled Twice, said:

"I have a hunch that the four titled Douluo may be missing. If we really want to be safe, we need to double the number!"

"Twice as many, that's eight?" Wu Yun smacked his lips in amazement, thinking:

[Eight titled Douluo?Among them are two ninth-level soul engineers!This lineup is enough to start a small-scale war, but this aunt actually thinks it is not safe enough. Is she going to assassinate Emperor Xingluo? 】

"In addition to me and two elders, I only need a word from you, the saint, but if you want to double it...you may need to...discuss with the leader and the others!" Zhang Peng was silent for a while, and tried to persuade him with difficulty. : "Saint, if there is no suitable reason, I am afraid the leader will not approve..."

"No, no, no, I have a hunch! We can get a lot of things in Xingluo City, such as other saints." Qianling Yu closed her eyes and pretended to be mysterious, and the divine emblem on her forehead also emitted sounds under her control. There was a burst of dim purple light. She looked up at the ceiling, stood with her hands behind her hands and sighed:

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I just have a hunch!"

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"It's about other saintesses, so it's no small matter. Why don't we go to meet the leader now and ask him for someone!" Step towards the door.

On the way back to the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, Qian Lingjun didn't use any strength the whole time, and was just carried back by two Titled Douluo's arms, one left and one right, and the flight time of half an hour was shortened by more than half …

Along the way, the members of the Holy Spirit Cult Headquarters looked at the three people in a hurry, thinking that something serious had happened, and hastily made way for them. What's more, they even rang Zhongliwu's room in advance. Door.

Zhong Liwu, the hard-working leader of the Holy Spirit Church, looked up and saw the dusty Wu Yun and Zhang Peng rushing into his room carrying Qian Lingjun from left to right. He was so frightened that he thought something happened to Qian Lingjun, so he hurriedly moved from his seat. Get up and walk down.

"Master, give me six more Title Douluo and I will go to Xingluo City!" Qian Lingyun opened his mouth to ask for six more.

"What are you going to Xingluo City for? You still need six titled Douluo, do you have any enemies over there?" Zhongli Wu was a little confused, his originally ruddy and shiny face was covered with big question marks.

"The Holy Maiden said to dial another six, and the two of us are not included. In other words, the Holy Maiden wants eight Title Douluo to accompany her to Xingluo City." Zhang Peng corrected Zhongliwu's speech with a serious face!

"Eight? Eight titled Douluo, my God, are you going to assassinate Emperor Xingluo?" Zhongli Wu stared at the three of them dumbfounded, and said:

"If you ask me, Scorpion Tiger Douluo and Crow Douluo are enough to protect you, you..."

"No, leader, the saint said that the other two saints in the prophecy may appear there, so she wants eight titled Douluo." Wu Yun added.

"Will the other saintesses appear?" Zhongli Wu was slightly taken aback when he heard this, looked at Qian Lingjun suspiciously, and asked, "How did you know?"

"There is a voice in the dark, and it said something very strange to me!" Qian Lingyun pondered for a while, like a magic stick who was guided, and sang in front of several people :

"At the junction of light and darkness, in the bursting black flames, a phoenix will emerge as the times require!"

"Phoenix, Black Flame, Violent! In the light and darkness?" Zhongli Wu fell silent, raised his head after a while, and murmured: "Could it be that the Phoenix Saintess among the other two saintesses was born?! Wonderful, wonderful!"

"It turns out that the old priest said that the Rakshasa Saint is the most important one among the three saints. This is what he meant! With the Rakshasa Saint, the other two saints will be predicted by her!"

After thinking about it, Zhongli Wu was very excited. He squeezed Qian Lingjun's arm, and Qian Lingjun's big arm was sore with his thick palm. He swallowed and said eagerly: "Since... you can predict Saintess of the Phoenix, can she also prophesy the Saintess of Blue Silver?"

"Maybe, maybe it won't be long before she will appear!" Qian Lingyun pursed her lips and smiled, thinking of Tang Ya who would soon appear in Tiandou City. Anyway, she would be discovered by Zhongli Wu sooner or later, so why not give her a hand? She made a favor.

Thinking of this, Qian Lingjun pulled Zhong Liwu's hands away impatiently and said dissatisfied: "I will tell you when I know it, but now, you only need to tell me, will you give it to this person or not?"

"Give! You must give it. This time, I will let Xiaofeng accompany you." Zhong Liwu said firmly: "As for the other five..., twelve worshipers, eight elders, except those who have tasks now, you can rest Just take your pick!”

"Great, I'll just wait for your words." Qian Lingjun touched her chin, a hint of joy flashed in her dark red eyes, and she said in a deep voice: "I want the third elder, the fourth elder, and the eighth elder." , seven offerings and nine offerings!"

"Yes!" Zhongli Wu nodded, and was about to call these people over, but found that Qian Lingjun stretched out his palm towards him and said loudly: "Give me some money, I might buy something 'billion' this time." .”

"You spent all the previous [-] million yuan?!" Zhongliwu asked incredulously, spending [-] million yuan in half a month, is this something humans can do?

"No, I didn't spend a penny, I kept it all!", Qian Lingjun showed off the two gold cards given by Feng Ling and Zhongli Wu, and then took them back into the bag.

This made Zhongli Wu even more incomprehensible, he squinted his eyes and asked helplessly: "Why do you ask me for money if you have money!"

"Master, have you made a mistake! The three hundred million is the welfare you promised me, and it's my own." Qian Lingyun was messing around, and Zhongliwu supported him with a depressed face. The table beside him seemed to be crying bitterly for his golden soul coin.