Chapter Twelve: The Two Titled Douluo Came in Person [Ask for Collection]

As soon as Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo received the Pope's order, they were in a hurry and rushed over non-stop.

No.

They didn't use horses, but directly used soul power to cross the void.

Its speed was as fast as two fighter planes, passing through the air for miles at a time.

In flight mode, the two Douluo actually shortened the half-month journey to three days.

As soon as they landed at Notting College, they rushed to the office of the teaching building.

"Director Su, hello."

"May I ask if you have a student named Wu Liang here?"

When Director Su heard this, his eyes shrank.

Although the other party did not show his cultivation, according to his years of experience, the two figures in front of him were by no means simple.

He was dressed in a very noble robe.

As soon as he stood casually, he was not angry but mighty, and there was a faint smell of dust around his body.

Even in front of the Soul Saint, Director Su had never seen this kind of aura. As for the powerhouses above the Soul Saint, he hadn't seen them, so it was not easy to compare.

"Who are you?"

"What's the matter with looking for Wu Liang?"

When Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo heard this, they opened their fancy robes, revealing the dazzling patterns inside.

The motif consists of six figures, namely a dragon, a sword, a hammer, a crown, a ghost, and a yellow chrysanthemum.

"You are from the Martial Spirit Palace?" Director Su glanced at it. The essence in his eyes shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his heart.

Ju Douluo hugged his fists and said lightly:

"Director Su, good eyesight."

"I am none other than Ju Douluo, the Elder of the Pope Hall of the Martial Spirit Palace."

"Traveling with me, this is also an elder of the Pope's Palace, name: Ghost Douluo."

"Don't be afraid, we didn't have any malicious intent here, we just simply invited Wu Liang to join the Martial Spirit Palace."

When Director Su heard this, there was a "buzz" in his head.

Ju Douluo? Ghost Douluo?

I heard you right!

The two Title Douluo came in person.

Just to invite Wu Liang to join the Martial Spirit Palace?

Although Master Ma Xiunuo also invited Wu Liang to join the Wuhun Hall that day, where is this majesty?

That's the presence of the two Title Douluo in person!

Stinky boy, how can you do it?

all these years.

Although Director Su did not have a clear relationship with Wu Liang, he had long been in love with father and son.

Now my son is out of the picture.

How could he not be happy?

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to be laughed at by outsiders, he really wanted to look up to the sky and yell twice.

"May I ask what does the Martial Spirit Hall value about Wu Liang?" Director Su couldn't help but ask again.

"Talent."

Ju Douluo said lightly, and then spoke:

"I want to correct one point, it's not that the Martial Spirit Hall values classmate Wu Liang, but the Pope's Palace."

"The Pope's Hall is the top power center of the Martial Spirit Palace."

Papal Palace!

Papal Palace!

Papal Palace!

Director Su muttered in his mouth, and a wave of joy rushed to his head from the bottom of his heart.

Son!

You're out of luck.

It was an invitation from the Pope's Palace, under one man, above ten thousand.

Director Su's eyes couldn't help but moisten. The days when Wu worked as a cleaner seemed to be yesterday.

However.

Today, the pheasant will become a phoenix, and the dragon will soar for nine days.

"I'll go and call Wu Liang right away."

Director Su finished speaking.

I walked briskly in the direction of the student dormitory, and because I walked too fast, I fell during the process.

can

But he didn't care, put his hands on the ground, got up and patted the dust, and continued to run towards the dormitory.

"Classmate Wu, you come out."

"The two elders of the Martial Spirit Hall are looking for you."

Xiao Wu, who was sleeping in the dormitory, was woken up by a noisy voice.

She frowned, and said in a daze:

"Who is so lacking in virtue!"

"Yelling early in the morning."

"I don't let people sleep."

"What's even more annoying is that he even bothered my Senior Brother Wu Liang, which is unforgivable."

In these three days.

Xiao Wu was like a little fan girl all day long, following Senior Brother Wu Liang, greedily absorbing each other's breath.

Although the [Ancestral Dragon Breath] was hidden by Wu Liang, it could still help her increase her cultivation speed a little.

Xiao Wu was so obsessed with this feeling that her relationship with Senior Brother Wu Liang grew by leaps and bounds.

……

Wu Liang is not as big as Xiao Wu.

When he heard the five words of the Elder of the Martial Spirit Hall, his mind was excited, and he jumped off the bed in an instant.

After waiting for so long, I finally waited for someone from the Martial Spirit Hall to come.

The Martial Spirit Hall should be regarded as a high-level inheritance place!

As long as you can check in there repeatedly, that day is just around the corner.

"Mr. Wu."

"The two Titled Douluo outside invite you to join the Pope's Palace."

Seeing that Wu Liang did not reply, Director Su shouted in a different square sentence.

That's it.

is like a parent when the college entrance examination results are released, running around, boasting left and right, for fear that others will not know.

"What?"

"Title Douluo?"

This time, Xiao Wu also came to her senses completely.

His waist shrank, his legs shook like springs, and he jumped off the bed in an instant.

Although she has been transformed, if she is bumped into by Title Douluo in person, she will still be seen through her true body.

What to do?

Senior Brother Wu Liang is the king of beasts.

If it is discovered by Title Douluo......

"No...... No...... No, it won't. ”

"How could the Beastmaster be so easy to find." Xiao Wu tried her best to comfort herself.

Although Xiao Wu has turned into a human form, she has never forgotten her identity.

She is a soul beast that has practiced for 100,000 years.

If the Beastmaster is in trouble, any soul beast has the obligation to come forward, even if it is dead.