Tang San has a high status within the Spirit Hall, and the treatment he enjoys in the Spirit Hall is unimaginable to Old Tang San.

After saying goodbye to the friends of Shrek Academy, Tang San took Xiao Wu to the Martial Spirit Hall.

"stop!"

The guards stopped them coldly.

"Children, this is the Martial Spirit Hall, not a place for you to mess around!"

Tang San did not induce the guard to create a clumsy plot of pretending to be slapping in the face, but directly threw out the Pope's order.

The Pope ordered the guards to shoot accurately into the hands of the guards. The guards grabbed the token and looked carefully, feeling very familiar.

The guard hesitated and said, "This is..."

Tang San replied gently: "You should know the Pope's Order."

The guards were shocked: "Pope Order?!"

The guards looked at each other. They never thought they would see the Pope's order one day, and their impression of the Pope's order was in the book, the very exquisite painting.

Tang San coughed lightly.

The guards woke up as if they were dreaming, and they all knelt on one knee and saluted Tang San.

Tang San raised his hand to answer the Pope's order, and then asked the guards: "No need to do this, I'll come to Bishop Salas, is he here?"

The guard replied in a deep voice: "The bishop has just returned shortly."

Tang San nodded, held Xiao Wu's hand and walked past the still kneeling guards, and went straight into the Spirit Hall.

The Wuhun Hall is built in the center of the city and is surrounded by crowds. This scene has been seen by many people and has caused heated discussion.

"Who was that little boy just now?"

"I know Tang San!"

"Tang San? I've met Tang San. He was a boy in blue clothes, much older than that little boy."

"Ah, didn't you go to see Shrek's last game? This is another Tang San from Shrek, who has the same name and surname as the previous Tang San player, but he is stronger. He beats all his opponents to cerebral palsy when he first played."

"So amazing? But why can he enter the Spirit Hall? The soldiers still respect him so much. Could it be Bishop Saras..."

"Spit! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I heard it was the Pope..."

Tang San's hearing was very sharp, and his face showed a helpless look, and his steps couldn't help but speed up a little.

The layout level of the interior of the War Spirit Hall is between luxury and ordinary. The angel-shaped ornaments and sculptures are valuable at a glance, but carpets and vases are obviously not valuable things.

Tang San had lived in another Salas's Spirit Hall for a few days before. The Spirit Hall followed the pope's luxury style, and he wanted to cut out all the bricks that built the walls and exchanged them for pure gold.

Now that I suddenly saw the normal trajectory of this Martial Soul Hall, Tang San felt a strong contrast.

Tang San murmured in a low voice: "Xiaoying has indeed brought earth-shaking changes to the Spirit Hall."

If there were no Ye Ying, even the Pope's Palace could only be used for decades of old objects, and then it was called the accumulation of time. In fact, it was too poor. If you really wanted to accumulate the accumulation of time, you would have to place things with a history of more than a thousand years.

The Wuhun Hall here is really hard. Maybe they should apply for a poverty alleviation plan, and 80% of them will be able to pass it.

Xiao Wu tilted her head and asked, "Brother, what did you say?"

Tang San laughed and said, "Nothing."

He felt that his thoughts just now were really interesting. The Spirit Hall, no matter how much it was, is a top force that dominated the continent. In the future, it will swallow two empires, but it is the target of poverty that needs support in the eyes of another Spirit Hall.

But he was serious. The Wuhun Hall here will definitely pass the application for poverty alleviation plan. After all, it is the Wuhun Hall.

When the two worlds communicate more closely, the Wuhun Hall here will not be able to be relieved of poverty. After all, their backwardness is a sign of being dragged down in a sense.

Tang San's steps were very light and he could walk on the fastest way to find Saras without any guidance. He was very familiar with Saras's living habits.

It is dusk, and it is time to pray, and Salas must have prayed to the Angel God in the meditation room.

Prayer is very important to believers, who believe that their prayers can be heard by their gods, and the gods will respond according to their piety.

However, the Angel God is not included.

The reason is obvious. The Angel God has been sleeping all the time, and she even regards the prayer of believers as the buzz of mosquitoes.

If she could interfere with the lower realm, she would forbid believers from praying to her, and might even arrest them.

In fact, the more devout believers pay more attention to prayer, they regard it as a ceremony for themselves to communicate with the gods and have specific prayer hours.

The prayer time of Salas is now.

Tang San came to the meditation room with a familiarity, but he did not knock on the door immediately, but instead sat on the bench in the corridor with Xiao Wu's hand.

Tang San whispered: "Salas prays inside, but we have to wait. It is a very rude to disturb the prayers of believers."

Xiao Wu had no objection, she listened to Tang San.

Xiao Wu said: "Brother, you are waiting, and you can tell me the story of your world. I just heard you talk about a person, Xiaoying, who is he? He changed the Spirit Hall?"

Tang San was a little surprised. He didn't expect Xiao Wu to hear Ye Ying in his previous murmur.

He smiled and said, "His full name is Ye Ying, my younger brother. Unfortunately, he is not his biological child. He is a real genius. After testing the martial soul, he was directly taken away by the martial soul palace. I went to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy and met you there."

Xiao Wu was very curious: "Entered son?"

Tang San nodded: "It can be said that Xiaoying is an abandoned baby and was adopted by her father. The stories in our world actually revolve around him."

Speaking of Ye Ying, there are so many stories to tell. Pope Milk Tea Shop, Hearthstone Tavern, Happy Package, Hearthstone Competition, Different World Channel, Angel God descends to earth...

Tang San said again: "What impressed me the most was when Xiaoying came back from the Spirit Hall for the first time, when he asked me a question..."

Xiao Wu said curiously: "What do you mean?"

Tang San's eyes turned gently to the upper left, and the eyes were filled with memories.

He sighed: "Xiao Wu, I should be considered a genius, right?"

Xiao Wu nodded: "Of course!"

In Xiao Wu's impression, she had never heard of any peer who was stronger than Tang San, whether it was Old Tang San or Tang San from other worlds in front of her.

She looked at Tang San expectantily.

Tang San was silent for a while and said quietly:

"That day, he stepped on five hundred thousand-year soul rings."

"Stand in front of me and ask me..."

"Brother, where are your other soul rings?"

Lights and shadows swiftly through Tang San's eyes. He recalled the shame that was once dominated by Ye Ying and the dazzling red light.

Xiao Wu was stunned, her little head could not rotate.

Five hundred thousand-year soul rings?

Depending on my age, his younger brother shouldn't be old, but I also have seven soul rings...
Chapter completed!