"Thank you for your hospitality."

In the high-end restaurant of the Pope Palace, Meng Yiran said gratefully with a brilliant look.

"You have to be welcome." Lin Langtian shook his head. The ten thousand-year-old blood dragon ginseng beard given to him by the Great Dragon Snake was worthy of his arrangement for Meng Yiran.

Without further ado, the two of them had dinner quietly.

The restaurants in the Pope's Hall are also divided into levels, while the place chosen by Lin Langtian is the highest level. Usually only cardinals or above are eligible to enter and enjoy delicious food.

The ingredients are all specially provided, and all kinds of dishes are delicacies.

"The Spirit Hall is so luxurious..." Meng Yiran couldn't help licking her tongue, her cherry mouth opened and closed frequently, and the corners of her mouth were stained with oil.

Opposite her, Lin Langtian was slow.

After noticing this, Meng Yiran slowed down awkwardly, took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and her heart couldn't help but pound.

Before leaving, my grandmother told her a lot of things.

The ultimate goal is to get the favor of the Holy Son.

I want to find a way to marry the Holy Son?

After taking a few glances at Lin Langtian's side face, Meng Yiran's cheeks flushed and he raised the topic softly: "Son, what is the direct Soul Master Academy in the Pope's Palace like?"

Lin Langtian raised his eyes and said lightly:

"Teaching according to your aptitude, practicing in a mimetic way, and various cultivation resources, are the best teachers in the mainland. There are only a hundred students, but there are nearly a thousand soul masters in the teaching position."

It can be said that the soul master who came out of the Pope's Soul Master Academy has the lowest future achievements as the Soul Saint.

Of course, after coming out, he naturally became a member of the Wuhun Hall.

Meng Yiran also had this preparation in her heart and was not confused. After listening carefully, she showed a shy smile on her face, looking at Lin Langtian and asked in a low voice:

"Son, if I get into trouble... can I ask you for help?"

"Of course." Lin Langtian nodded.

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Meng Yiran felt much better and decided to come to Lin Langtian to enhance his relationship if he had the chance in the future.

Whether for the sake of family or your own happiness, you should try bravely.

Lin Langtian didn't understand her thoughts, so he took her back to the room after dinner, and at the same time ordered a college teacher to take her through the admission procedures tomorrow.

...

Go back to your room.

No one.

The attendant Achun is just an ordinary person, and it will take two or three months to return to Soto City.

"I knew I should have asked the soul master to take Achun with me."

Lin Langtian said annoyedly.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating with eyes closed.

After gathering up the complicated thoughts, Lin Langtian began to think about the next schedule.

That engagement will undoubtedly be cancelled.

It is true that Zhu Zhuqing is a beauty, but he does not want to hinder his pursuit of Bibidong because of this.

Moreover, that family has no affection for him at all, how could it be that they should be engaged to a wealthy daughter?

"Let's go to the Xingluo Empire recently and cut off the connection with that family."

Next, it is to destroy or conquer the clan.

"Come out and see me." Just as Lin Langtian was thinking about how to start, a sudden voice made him frown.

You know, he is a level 72 soul saint.

The perception of the surroundings is terrifying, and even Conra may not be comparable to it.

"It seems to be a titled Douluo?"

Lin Langtian didn't think much about it and left the room according to the sound.

It was already dark at this time, and there were not many soul masters in the corridor.

Pushing open a top reception room where the sound came out, Lin Langtian saw a tall figure at first sight, an old man who could not hide his muscles even if he was pure white robe.

He stood with his back to Lin Langtian and his hands were behind his back.

There is a aura all over his body.

Lin Langtian knew very clearly that the other party was a titled Douluo, and surpassed level 95.

Then, the other party's identity will be clear...

"The Holy Son is very good. Let me introduce myself. I am the sixth worshiper of Qianjun Douluo in the Elders' Hall." Qianjun Douluo turned around slowly, revealing a face that was not angry and powerful.

The worship of the Elders' Hall? Lin Langtian suddenly realized.

The current situation in the Martial Soul Hall is that Pope Bibidong has not yet been able to cover the sky with one hand, and there is also the Elders Hall above her.

The one who supports the transcendent status of the Elder Hall is the 99th-level titled Douluo Qiandaoliu, and the father of the previous Pope Qianxunji, who has been deliberately suppressing Bibidong.

Lin Langtian was silent and looked at him with a calm look.

Although the identity of the Holy Son does not have much weight to the other party, he will not be self-reliant.

Turning around, Qianjun Douluo's eyes fell on Lin Langtian's face.

Suddenly, his expression was a little stiff, and he frowned and said, "The Holy Son has become the Soul Saint? When did it happen?"

"Recently." Lin Langtian said concisely.

He keenly discovered that when he felt that he had broken through to the Soul Saint realm, a trace of solemnity flashed in Qianjun Douluo's eyes.

That is definitely not a happy expression.

Qianjun Douluo narrowed his eyes and nodded, "The qualifications of the Holy Son are really beyond my expectations. Compared with your speed, even the young master is inferior."

The young master he mentioned was Qian Renxue, the daughter of the former Pope.

He even worships the next pope who is determined by Qiandaoliu.

Lin Langtian lowered his eyes and did not answer.

He had no good feelings for Qian Renxue, and could even be said to be bored.

Qianjun Douluo, who had been speechless for a long time and had not received any response, couldn't help but frown in an unhappy manner, stared at Lin Langtian coldly, and spoke again:

"Son, Salas tells us that the Pope has given you the 80,000-year soul bone."

Qianjun Douluo raised his head slightly, and asked in a slight tone.

It seemed as if Lin Langtian was just a criminal questioned by him.

In fact, this is also the effect Qianjun Douluo wants. From the moment he entered the door, Lin Langtian's performance has been very cold and has not experienced any fluctuations due to his identity.

This made him very disliked.

Just a holy son who is not valued by the Elders' Hall, why dare to remain indifferent when facing the worship of the titled Douluo?

Under his gaze, Lin Langtian simply nodded.

At this time, Lin Langtian was also a little impatient.

"Six offerings, what are your insights when you come to me? Please tell me bluntly, after all, I still have to go back to practice."

Qianjun Douluo's face suddenly became gloomy.

"What? The Holy Son thought it was delayed by me?"

Lin Langtian lowered his eyes and said nothing, and made acquiesce.

Although he is not the opponent of the titled Douluo now, even if he is a serious person in the Spirit Hall, he will not be able to do anything to him even if he is a serious person in the Soul Palace.

Since that's the case, Lin Langtian's arrogance did not allow him to bow to him.

As for the purpose of Qianjun Douluo, Lin Langtian can guess at all. It's just that he wants to win over himself and give both kindness and power... But unfortunately, Lin Langtian doesn't take this trick.

An old face turned red, Qianjun Douluo, who had been living in the Elders' Hall for a long time, had never been like this now.

I actually ate a nail that is neither soft nor hard.
Chapter completed!