A few days later, Tang Hao came to Wuhun City alone.

"Who!"

The guards of the Wuhun Palace stopped him with a serious expression.

Tang Hao's hood trembled slightly.

"Tang Hao, come at the invitation!" he raised his head.

The strong soul pressure swept across the world, and all the leaves on the ground were blown up.

However, the two guards standing in front of him remained motionless. Not only did they remained motionless, but they also showed a look of contempt in their eyes, as if they were saying that they were just a titled Douluo?

Tang Hao frowned. He didn't understand why these two guards reacted like this, and he had no sense of awe at all.

"Tang Hao, right?" the guard on the left asked in an official manner. His tone was very calm and he did not make any inappropriate actions because of Tang Hao's rudeness.

This is at the foot of the pope,

He was afraid that he would be complained.

The Soul Network is so developed now. The complaint letter goes directly to the Pope's mailbox, and can also attach videos and voices. It is easy to be reported if the service attitude is poor.

Tang Hao put away his soul pressure: "Not bad."

"I'll inform you, you'd better be really invited, otherwise..." said the guard meaningfully.

Tang Hao raised his chin,

He refused to continue his conversation with the guards of the Spirit Hall.

He is a dignified Haotian Douluo.

The guard snorted dissatisfiedly. He turned around, spread his white wings behind him, nine red soul rings lit up under his feet, bent his legs and kicked his body towards the Pope's Hall.

Tang Hao's expression gradually solidified.

Am I blind?

That guard actually had nine hundred thousand-year soul rings...

This is impossible!

He felt incredible.

The guard who stayed behind said slowly: "The titled Douluo is becoming less and less valuable now. If you wait, don't talk nonsense and make people angry. Maybe any one who swept the floor can defeat you."

Tang Hao's forehead was thundering.

"How is this possible?" he asked. In his impression, there were less than 30 Douluo titled in the continent, and not everyone had a 100,000-year soul ring.

Nine red soul rings fell on the guard's head: "What do you want to ask?"

Tang Hao felt a terrifying soul coming towards him. He was forced to take several steps forward, and even touched and secretly injured, with blood coming from the corner of his mouth.

The guard's face suddenly changed.

"sorry!"

"I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"I said it a long time ago, I thought you were very good at fighting!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

The guard bowed deeply to Tang Hao.

His attitude was very sincere, but his words were extremely heartbreaking.

Tang Hao wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and felt very confused when he looked at the guards who were bowing to him. Hasn’t Douluo Continent always been the strong? Why should he bow to him?

"Who are you? Why are you hiding your identity as the watchdog in the Martial Soul Hall?" Tang Hao asked vigilantly.

The guard straightened his back and said in a serious voice: "If you say this, I won't apologize!"

"My ancestors have been guarding the gateway for the Spirit Hall for generations. They are a glorious hereditary gatekeeper! Why does it sound so unpleasant to you?"

Tang Hao felt that this world was suddenly unfamiliar. Douluo, who had a soul ring of 100,000 years, actually hid his name as a doorman in the Spirit Hall, and he looked very glorious.

He thought of the guard who flew away again. Could it be that he was not dazzled, the titled Douluo who was also a hundred thousand years old soul ring?

The world is crazy...

He had many doubts in his mind, but he didn't know where to ask, and who could give him the answer.

In fact, these two guards were specially promoted by Bibidong.

She sent these two people to the angel civilization to upgrade the divine body, and then instilled them with the soul net to the title Douluo level and gave them ten hundred thousand-year soul rings.

The purpose is to make the Martial Spirit Hall look more generous.

look!

Our Wuhun Hall uses this configuration to guard the Doluo gate, and asks if the guy with bad intentions is false after seeing him or not?

Frightened the dog!

Including these two guards, there are already 1,364 titled Douluo in this configuration in the Soul Hall. When the latest batch of 800 people return from the angel civilization, there will be a lot more.

The Spirit Hall is no longer the same as before.

If the Qiandaoliu before the upgrade is used as a unit, not Ye Ying, the current Wuhun Hall has at least ten thousand Qiandaoliu combat power.

"Under the Pope's crown, there is a guy named Tang Hao who claims to have received your invitation. Is this true?" The guard walked into the Pope's palace and asked respectfully.

As a gatekeeper, he has not seen Bibidong several times a year, so he cherishes this opportunity very much.

He looked up at Bibidong,

But he found a hazy layer of light and mist in front of Bibidong, which made him unable to see clearly.

He was a little disappointed.

Bibi Dong carefully peeled the grapes: "Tang Hao...what are his characteristics?"

"The hood, rag robe, a very weak titled Douluo, has a bad temper." The guard recalled.

Bibidong nodded: "It's him, let him come over. You should put your attitude towards him better. He is the adoptive father of the Holy Son."

The guards were shocked. Unexpectedly, the guy who was not very capable and had a bad temper was actually the adoptive father of His Highness the Holy Son. If this matter spread, it would definitely have a negative impact on His Highness the Holy Son's reputation.

"I understand, the Pope!" He turned and left.

He wanted to verbally educate Tang Hao to avoid talking nonsense after he came in, touching and touching his son and throwing his face away.

call--

He landed in front of Tang Hao.

"Come with me." The guard whispered.

Tang Hao nodded slightly, this time he never dared to underestimate others.

The two walked towards the Pope's House.

"When you enter the Pope's house later, don't force your feet and don't touch your hands. Things are very expensive. If you break them, you may not be able to afford it." The guard reminded kindly.

Tang Hao frowned slightly: "I will be careful, but do you think I can't afford it, right?"

"A vase under the Pope's crown is worth 30 million gold soul coins. Are you sure you can afford it?" the guard tentatively said.

Tang Hao felt that he had heard it wrong: "Three million gold soul coins... Are you trying to say 30 million bronze soul coins?"

The guards waved their hands.

"Don't think I'm teasing you, this is a piece of advice." The guard paused, "Elder Qianjun broke the things under the Pope's crown, and now he has a negative seven-digit bank card. He hugged Elder Shenlong crying every day. I heard that it will take eight hundred years to clear it."

Tang Hao felt creepy.

How much does it owe if you have tens of millions and tens of millions or negative seven digits?

Are there many millions?

The two walked and chatted, and the guards sent Tang Hao to the steps of the Pope's Hall in one breath.

"I can only send you here." The guard whispered, "Remember what I just said to you, don't cause trouble."

After saying that, he left, and he couldn't care whether Tang Hao could listen to it.

Tang Hao looked in the neatly ranks of guards on the steps, and suddenly felt a little unsure. He felt that the Pope's palace in front of him seemed to have become an unfathomable bloody mouth.

"Tang Hao, don't dare to come in?"
Chapter completed!