Zhou Yi and Qian'er finally came to the temple, the temple was in the shape of a pagoda, and the entire tower was shrouded in a white halo, giving people a sense of sacredness. At the entrance of the temple stood more than a dozen majestic silver-armored warriors, each with a majestic spirit.

The two of them walked towards the lobby of the temple, only to see a huge statue holding a Fang Tian painting halberd appear in front of them. A white halo swirls on the statue, which is very powerful.

Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, could this man holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd be the Sun Saint Emperor.

Back then, the Sun Holy Emperor defeated the invincible opponent in the world with his Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

The temple was full of people, some who came to ask for a son, some to ask for peace, and everyone in the southern part of the chaotic region believed in the Sun Emperor.

The power of faith will also benefit all living beings.

"Didn't those two do bad things to us?" a silver-armored warrior stared at Zhou Yi and Qian'er.

"yes, hurry up and report to the top and see how this matter is resolved. "Another silver-armored samurai.

After a short time, the Third Holy Son walked out of the hall with a team of silver-armored warriors.

"Holy Son, it is the two of them who have destroyed the Jihua of Pope Bixia. A silver-armored warrior said to the Third Son.

The Holy Son was slightly stunned when he saw the two, isn't that a Qian'er girl, how could she be with that kid. Boy, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to break into. The face of the body showed a fierce look.

The Holy Son walked straight to the two of them: "Miss Qian'er, hello." ”

Qian'er saw the Third Holy Son, "It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Holy Son." Qian'er said with a smile.

"Boy, don't come unharmed, someone will arrest this kid. The Son's expression was serious.

I saw that several silver-armored warriors all rushed towards Zhou Yi, and a fierce momentum suddenly emanated from Zhou Yi's body. Some of the people who were worshipping the Sun Emperor were surprised that this person dared to openly provoke in the temple.

"Stop. Just then, a loud voice sounded in the air.

"Fighting is not allowed inside the temple. A middle-aged man in a red robe slowly landed on the ground.

"See His Highness the Son. The middle-aged man in the red robe bowed slightly.

The Holy Son nodded, in fact, he also knew that it was not possible to fight inside the temple.

"Boy, I'll settle accounts with you later. The Holy Son said to Zhou Yi.

"Miss Qian'er, can you come with me to see Master?" the Holy Son smiled.

Qian'er glanced at Zhou Yi, "Let him come with us." Qian'er said.

From the heart of the Holy Son, he was very reluctant, but Qian'er had already said it, so he had no choice but to nod. After thinking about it, Zhou Yi was the one who rescued the young man, and maybe the Pope would punish him severely.

The two followed the Son to a large hall, where an old man with an orange-peel fold face sat on the throne. The white hosta raised his gray bun high, showing off its neatness.

"Master, Qian'er is here. The Holy Son bowed slightly.

The old man's eyes opened slowly, "Qian'er, you still know to look at me, an old man." A doting look appeared on the old man's face.

What the hell is going on, how can Qian'er have a relationship with the Pope, Zhou Yi is a little puzzled.

"Grandpa Sith, are you okay?" asked Qian'er.

"Haha, I'm in good health, how is your master doing. Sith laughed.

"My master is also very good. Qian'er smiled.

"Who is this little friend?" Sith pointed at Zhou Yi.

"This guy has ruined our temple, and it was he who rescued that young man. Without waiting for Zhou Yi to answer, the Third Holy Son couldn't wait.

Sith's eyes turned into two rays of lightning and shot fiercely at Zhou Yi, who only felt a strong pressure to break himself to pieces.

I saw that the red mangs on Zhou Yi's body suddenly rose, and the pressure was constantly increasing, and the red mangs on his body were getting better and better. Zhou Yi's face had a hideous expression, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the sound of bones breaking came from his body.

The Third Son had a gloating expression on his face.

Qian'er showed an anxious look, he knew that Zhou Yi was the kind of person who refused to admit defeat.

At this moment, the pressure suddenly increased, Zhou Yi's face flushed, and red blood spurted out of his air.

"Grandpa Sith, don't worry about children. Qian'er begged.

Sith looked at Qian'er and relieved the pressure on Zhou Yi. The Sith was very angry in his heart, and he was ruined by a nobody.

"Are you alright?" asked Qian'er with a concerned expression.

"It's fine. Zhou Yi covered his left chest, looking at Sith, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his bright eyes.

"Master, what are we going to do with him? The Holy Son pointed at Zhou Yi.

"Forget it, just spare him once, it's a foregone conclusion. Pope said. Suddenly, the Sith seemed to remember something.

"Is your practice Green's Nirvana Tribulation?" Sith frowned slightly.

Zhou Yi just looked at the Sith and didn't answer.

"Haha, Green, Green, although I am inferior to you in the love field, your apprentice is not as good as mine. "The Sith looked into the distance.

A smug look flashed on the face of the Third Holy Son. He knew it was talking about himself.

Zhou Yi is the lower battle soul mirror, and the Holy Son is the upper battle empty. Zhou Yi thought to himself, give me a few more years, and I will definitely reach the Battle Sky Realm or even surpass the Battle Sky Realm powerhouse. Zhou Yi has this confidence, he is not yet seventeen years old, but the third holy son is already approaching twenty-five years old, and Qian'er is twenty-two years old.

"Master, let me have a good competition with him, what do you think?" the Holy Son bowed.

"Okay, I'll seal your combat power in the lower Battle Spirit Mirror, and this can be regarded as a fair showdown. Sith Road.

Although Zhou Yi didn't have a good impression of the Pope, judging from this decision, the Pope's letter was not too dark.

"Alright, you all go back. Prepare for each one, and in ten days the temple will compete on the platform. The Pope said lightly.

Immediately several people walked out of the temple. Zhou Yi and Qian'er came to a hotel.

"Zhou Yi, do you have confidence in the battle with the Holy Son?" asked Qian'er.

"If I can't win, in the character of the Son, I will shed blood. So I have to win this fight. Zhou Yi's seriousness flashed with a chill.

Seeing the fierceness in Zhou Yi's eyes, a trace of fear spread in Qian'er's heart.

Ten days passed quickly, and Zhou Yi's Shangde was also seven seven or eighty-eight, and he was confident to face this battle.

"I heard that the Holy Son is going to fight a lower-rank battle spirit today. ”

"Isn't this subordinate war spirit sent to death?"

"No, Pope Bixia also sealed the combat power of the Third Holy Son in the Lower Battle Soul Realm. ”

"There is such a thing, but with the quality of the Holy Son's combat power and his strength, it can be said that he is invincible at the same level. ”

The two of them talked in the crowd.

Zhou Yi and Qian'er came to the martial arts arena of the temple, and the stands were already overcrowded.

In the middle of the rostrum was the Sith.