Walking out of the Pope's Palace, Ying Su felt much better, obviously Bibi Dong was not very powerful in his opinion, but he always felt very depressed in front of her.

Looking at the Wuhun City in front of him, Ying Su felt a lot better. This city completely belongs to the Wuhun Palace, located at the junction of the two empires, and can be regarded as the base camp of the Wuhun Palace.

The Pope's Palace, which he had just walked out, was one of the two most noble halls of the Martial Soul Palace, and it was a holy place in the hearts of the soul masters of the whole continent, and its status in the Martial Soul Hall was like the Heaven Dou City of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo City of the Silla Empire.

The area of Wuhun City is only 1/10 of Heaven Dou City, and the standards are all built according to the standards of the imperial capital, with a height of 80 meters and a width of 30 meters.

Every brick and tile here is built by the Wuhun Palace, the so-called are all soul masters, there are not many people on the street, and the items sold in the shops are also related to soul masters.

Just when he was interested, he suddenly noticed three children in front of a shop, which he seemed to have seen when he had visited the Papal Palace before.

"What a coincidence! I've met you again. Ying Su saw that the three of them also saw him, looked at him timidly, and said with a gentle smile.

"Holy Son, what a coincidence!" The most mature of the three stood up and echoed Ying Su's words and said, looking at Ying Su with a gentle face in front of him, the three of them were somewhat afraid and worshipped.

It is rumored that the Holy Son Qian Ling Bing is the grandson of the Great Douluo Palace, and he is the first genius in the history of the Martial Spirit Palace.

As for why he didn't appear in the Soul Master Contest of the whole continent, they felt that it should be that the Martial Spirit Hall was too strong, and it was the first not to use the Holy Son to come out.

"You three little guys, why don't you stay in the Pope's Palace to cultivate, why did you come to this shop?"

Ying Su, looking at the expressions of the three little guys with some fear, he felt a little funny, and some reminded him of his unsuccessful younger brother in his previous life, who was dedicated to cultivation, and for the great cause of his father, he was sent to the light to cultivate at a very young age.

And his younger brother only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, which makes him quite disliked, and he has preached many times, but that guy has repeatedly taught him.

"Let's come out and have a look, let's see ......" The three of them lowered their heads a little embarrassed, and seemed particularly embarrassed.

"Holy Son, we are here to sell soul guides, these soul guides can hold some items, and they are soul guides of the space storage type." The shopkeeper is an old man in his fifties and sixties, who looks very honest and gives people a feeling that they can be trusted.

"Oh? How do you know that I am the Son? Just a word from the three little ones? Ying Su asked with some curiosity, are the people of Wuhun City so simple? Say what you believe in.

"This is Martial Soul City, a holy place for all soul masters. It is the headquarters of our Martial Soul Palace, the Pope's Hall and the Douluo Hall are here, who dares to pretend to be the Holy Son, this is a blasphemy of the Martial Soul Palace. The old man replied impassionedly, and when he talked about the Pope's Hall and the Douluo Palace, his eyes showed extremely reverent eyes.

"That's right, I, a person in the Martial Spirit Palace, should have such confidence." Ying Su listened to the old man's heartfelt words, and felt very happy, he has been in this world for 22 years, and he can be regarded as completely integrated into this world and into the Martial Spirit Palace.

He naturally wanted the Wuhun Hall to be more powerful, although he was a little unfamiliar with his so-called "mother" Bibi Dong, but he still agreed with her idea of unifying the whole continent.

However, he didn't want to unify the continent with the Soul Master Army and the title Douluo Pingtui. Although according to everything he knows about this world, excluding some unexpected factors, it is also feasible to push flat.

But he may have stayed in the Divine Cult for a long time in his previous life, and he is different from his father's iron-blooded domineering, and he does not put the life and death of hundreds of millions of people in his eyes.

He is a little indecisive, and he always has a kindness in his heart for the people in the world. The last battle may be the one he is most reluctant to participate in, because the enemy of that battle is not the demon outside the sky, but the ...... in the world in his eyes

"Holy Son, what's wrong with you?" When the old man heard that Ying Sukua said well, his face was still full of joy. Seeing Ying Su's distracted appearance, he couldn't help but be a little flustered.

"What is this Son? It is rumored that he is the first genius in the history of the Wuhun Palace, although I don't know why he did not participate in the Continent-wide Soul Master Competition, there is no doubt that his strength is not weak, and the future title can be expected. The old man looked at Ying Su who was in a trance, a little anxious, if something happened to him in his shop, then he couldn't tell it clearly.

Finally, after the old man called a few times, Ying Su came back to his senses and looked at the old man who was looking at him worriedly, as well as the three young boys and girls.

Ying Su said embarrassedly: "I was thinking about something just now, I was distracted, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's my fault that I'm disturbing the Holy Son's thoughts, it's my fault." The old man heard that this gentle and elegant son was thinking about something, but he interrupted him, and felt a little uneasy.

"It's okay, don't be so restrained." Ying Suwen said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes." The old man saw Ying Su's gentle smile, and he was a little less nervous.

"What's the name of the three little guys?" Ying Su turned his head to look at the three young boys and girls next to him, and said in a gentle tone.

"Holy Son, my name is Evil Moon."

"Holy Son, my name is Yan."

"Holy Son, my name is Hu Liena."

"Give each of them a space storage soul guide, and the gold soul coins will be issued by me." Win Su said proudly, for him, such a thing as a golden soul coin, to a certain extent, can be said to be more or less.

"Okay, Holy Son, but this Golden Soul Coin will be released from below! Let's just disturb the compensation of the Holy Son! The old man said with some pain.

"I am the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Palace, do I have to live by exploiting the people?" Ying Su said with some anger, he has never received his own people, his subordinates, he thinks this is wrong.

"Holy Son, we can't ask for it." The leading young man, that is, Evil Moon, couldn't help but say.

"You are all the future of my Martial Spirit Palace, work hard to cultivate! Maybe in the future, Douluo Hall will have a place for you. It's just a space-type soul guide, don't you think that your future value is not worth a space-type soul guide? Ying Su looked at the appearance that the three of them wanted but didn't dare to ask for, and said funny.

"We must not disappoint the Holy Son, I will definitely cultivate hard in the future and become a Title Douluo." Yan's eyes glowed with a blazing light, this light was not for the space soul guide, but for the future, for the ambition to achieve Title Douluo.