The Peerless Tang Sect's Jingtian Douluo

"This comrade, I'm so polite." The old lady said, she was speaking to Hong Zhen, after all, Hong Zhen, who was a soul king, was the leader of their team no matter what.

"Hello, old man, I am the Lord of Anyang City, the Viscount of the Empire, Hong Zhen." The so-called stretching out your hand and not hitting the smiling face, since the other party took the initiative to show favor, then Hong Zhen would not take the initiative to provoke trouble, and replied politely.

His answer is very interesting. It not only shows his identity, but also contains a little demonstration.

Sure enough, after the old lady Qian Zhiya heard Hong Zhen's self-introduction, a trace of surprise and caution flashed in her cloudy old eyes, and then she smiled and said, "So it's the Lord Hong, and I've known you for a long time."

These words made Zhu Ziyang and Jiang Nannan feel a little funny, Hong Zhen is a soul king, where did he get his name? This is the so-called rules of the soul master world.

"Senior, it's absurd." Hong Zhen naturally came to this rule immediately. He was humble at first, and then asked, "Dare to ask the old man, are you also interested in this group of soul beasts?"

"That's right." Qian Zhiya saw that Hong Zhen went straight to the point, so she was no longer polite, and admitted without hesitation, "My little granddaughter broke through to the realm of Soul Lord not long ago, and the three-thousand-year-old saber-toothed light wolf is coming. It suits her."

As Qian Zhiya said, she did not forget to look at the girl beside her proudly. It can be seen that the old lady is very confident in her granddaughter, and she wants her to absorb a three-thousand-year soul ring just for the third soul ring. Dare to do it.

The girl named by her grandmother was staring at Zhu Ziyang and Jiang Nannan at this time, because she found that these two boys and girls who were about the same age as her actually made her feel incomprehensible. Could it be that their strength is superior to hers? impossible?

Zhu Ziyang and the others couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when they heard Qian Zhiya's words. It seems that there is no need to fight to resolve the dispute. The target soul beasts of the two sides are different, and they might join forces.

"Hehe, we are here to find the fourth spirit ring for my brother, and we happened to fall in love with that armored porcupine." Hong Zhen patted Zhu Changhe and explained with a smile.

Zhu Changhe saluted Qian Zhiya politely.

"That's such a coincidence." Qian Zhiya breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the other party was looking at the 4,000-year-old pierced porcupine.

If Zhu Ziyang and his party just didn't want to conflict with them, then she really didn't want to conflict with them. After all, the other side has a large number of people, so it would be great if they could avoid complications.

She smiled and said, "Why don't we join forces and deal with those beasts together?"

"I can't ask for it!" The other party offered to show his favor, Hong Zhen naturally couldn't ask for it, and immediately agreed.

"Then, how about you and I making a move now?" Qian Zhiya said.

"It's exactly what I want!" Hong Zhen nodded in agreement.

Thus, the two shot at the same time, breaking into the battlefield of the saber-toothed light wolf and the stabbed porcupine.

The three of Zhu Ziyang did not rush to attack, but observed their battle.

Hong Zhen's Wuhun is an ice field elephant, Zhu Ziyang has seen it before, so there is nothing to say. But the old lady named Qian Zhiya, her martial soul aroused Zhu Ziyang's curiosity, and saw five soul rings raised behind the old lady, two yellow, two purple, and one black. Hong Zhen's three yellows and two purples are much stronger. A pair of pure white wings grew from the old lady's back, and her whole body exuded a strong aura of light.

"What kind of martial spirit is this?" Zhu Ziyang murmured.

As for Qian Zhiya's granddaughter, that blond beautiful girl also stood quietly, with a little vigilance and curiosity in her eyes, she secretly looked at Zhu Ziyang and Jiang Nannan, and after hearing Zhu Ziyang's murmur, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, Showing a smug and proud smile.

"What's your name?" Zhu Ziyang looked at her suddenly and asked, which made the girl tremble in fright.

"Why should I tell you!" The girl was taken aback, and said angrily, "Shouldn't you announce your own name before asking a girl's name?"

"My name is Zhu Ziyang, what's your name?" Zhu Ziyang said.

"Humph! My girl's name is Qian Lingyi." Qian Lingyi snorted arrogantly, her chin raised high, like a proud peacock, revealing her smooth and fair neck.

"Your surname is Qian?" Zhu Ziyang showed a strange expression, a possibility flashed through his mind quickly, so he asked tentatively, "Is your martial spirit an angel?"

"How do you know?!" Qian Lingyi widened his eyes when he heard the words, looked at Zhu Ziyang in disbelief, and asked, "Do you know other people with angel spirits?"

The girl's words immediately exposed the fact that her martial soul is an angel, Zhu Ziyang couldn't help laughing, and said lightly: "No, you and your grandma are the only angelic soul masters I have ever seen."

"How is it possible, you don't know the Angel Wuhun soul master, how can you recognize the Angel Wuhun?" Qian Lingyi didn't believe Zhu Ziyang's words at all, with shock and doubt in his tone, he stared wide-eyed and asked.

"Is this difficult?" Zhu Ziyang waved his hand and said.

This is of course difficult, the angel martial soul is definitely one of the rarest martial souls on the mainland, and its owners are extremely rare. Few people have even heard of this martial soul, let alone know it.

The reason why Zhu Ziyang was able to recognize it was half guesswork and the other half reasoning.

Because there used to be a very powerful family of angelic spirits on the mainland, the family of the Pope of the Wuhundian, all members of this family were the possessors of angelic spirits. Angel Wuhun is the undisputed top-level Wuhun. It is a collection concept, covering a variety of angels, such as the most common light angels, such as flame angels, ice angels, thunder angels, etc., as well as the legendary god-given martial arts. Soul seraph. Thousands of years ago, Qian Renxue, the saint of Wuhun Temple, was the owner of the Seraph Wuhun.

However, with the destruction of the Wuhun Temple, the Pope's family was almost wiped out, and the Angel Wuhun has since disappeared from the mainland.

The grandparents and grandchildren in front of them not only have the same surname as the pope's family back then, but also the form of their martial spirit is almost the same as the angel martial spirit described in the book, so Zhu Ziyang concluded with some guesswork that their martial spirit is an angel. It's not good that they are descendants of the Pope's family.

"Hmph!" Qian Lingyi snorted coldly and said with a straight face, "Guess what's going on, it's boring!"

"Hehe!" Zhu Ziyang didn't care too much. Although the angel spirit was rare, it was just that to him, and it wasn't worth paying too much attention to. He just smiled, and then ignored Qian Lingyi.

Qian Lingyi also felt bored after realizing that Zhu Ziyang was not looking at him, so he distanced himself from them and watched the battle in the valley intently.

"Brother, is the Angel Wuhun special?" Jiang Nannan asked curiously, sticking to Zhu Ziyang's side.

"Of course it's special!" Zhu Ziyang explained the story to the girl, and said, "You know Wuhundian, right?"

"Hmm, it was the ruler of Douluo Continent ten thousand years ago, right?" The girl replied after thinking for a second or two, "The teacher said so in history class."

"That's right. This angel martial soul is the inherited martial soul of the Pope's family in the Wuhun Temple." Zhu Ziyang said, "Almost all the popes in the Wuhun Temple are angel martial souls. In the era of the Wuhun Temple, the angel martial spirit was The well-deserved No. 1 Martial Spirit in the mainland."

"Doesn't that mean that these two are descendants of the pope's family?" Jiang Nannan said with a surprised face.

"It's not impossible." Zhu Ziyang nodded and said, "Speaking of which, our academy is still feuding with this angel family!"

"Ah?!" Jiang Nannan's eyes widened, because she really didn't know this history, even though she was a student of Shrek Academy.

In fact, how many people in Shrek Academy today still care about the grievances of ten thousand years ago? Except for a very small number of old-fashioned diehards, everyone's grievances and grievances towards Sea God and Wuhundian are just a story to read.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall was destroyed by the two empires led by the first Shrek Seven Monsters." Zhu Ziyang explained.

"Why?" Jiang Nannan asked in confusion.

"For faith!" The answer was Qian Lingyi. She leaned over at some point, with resentment on her pretty face, and said, "The sea god coveted the belief of the angel god, so he attacked and defeated the angel god!"

"For faith?" Zhu Ziyang couldn't help being surprised when he heard such a statement for the first time, and asked, "Can you explain it carefully?"

"Hmph! You are from Shrek Academy, why should I tell you?" Qian Lingyi snorted coldly, and directly rejected Zhu Ziyang's request.

"Well, forget it if you don't want to." Zhu Ziyang was a little disappointed, and didn't mean to force Qian Lingyi.

"Sister, I'm afraid you don't know the truth about it yourself?" Jiang Nannan said immediately when she saw that Zhu Ziyang was deflated, very unhappy.

"How is it possible?" Qian Lingyi immediately retorted when he heard the words, but under the strong tone, his eyes were a little guilty and erratic.

Zhu Ziyang immediately understood that this girl really didn't know.