"As expected, someone who can be the pope is really a good calculation." Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly.

　　

　　 If it wasn't for his own clone that also had teleporting spirit skills, and would come and go like the Akatsuki clone, Wuhundian might have classified him as the next pope candidate.

　　

　　 After all, the effect of the soul ability is so similar, this Saint Child clone is still somewhat suspicious.

　　

　　The effects of his soul skills revealed in Wuhun Hall are:

　　

　　The first spirit ability: substitute technique

　　

　　Second Spirit Ability: Multiple shadow clones (maximum 10 people)

　　

　　The third spirit ability: Teleport

　　

　　 Fourth Spirit Ability: Baili Perception Technique

　　

　　 Ye Zhiqiu had secretly remembered all these news, after all, he would have to play this role well for a while.

　　

　　 As for the purpose of Ye Zhiqiu's visit to the Wuhun Temple, one of them is to come and play and understand the situation.

　　

　　Secondly, there are two places where the gods are inherited. He is very curious about the gods.

　　

　　 After picking up the exclusive clothes of the Saint Child of the Martial Spirit Hall of the clone, Ye Zhiqiu found that there was still a token in the clothes.

　　

　　 I don’t know what material the token is made of. The front is a sign of a seraph with arms stretched out, legs staggered, holding a scepter, on the back is a holy character, the token is a bit cold.

　　

　　 Ye Zhiqiu flipped through it at random and put it into the Mo jade bracelet.

　　

　　 Then he took off his coat and put on the special clothes for the Saint Child. The Wuhun Hall has strict rules. Although his clone is cold-tempered, he is very obedient and has never broken the rules.

　　

　　 Clothes, pants, boots, and so on are very simple, but this Saint Child Crystal Crown is a bit embarrassed for Ye Zhiqiu.

　　

　　His hair has always been draped directly behind his head. Sometimes, he would take a hairband and tie it at will, and he has never tied it.

　　

　　 How did you wear your clone before? Sister, I seem to classify that part of the memory as spam and selectively forget it?

　　

　　 "Fuck!" Ye Zhiqiu cursed secretly.

　　

　　 Don’t you just need to wear a gang?

　　

　　 After fiddling with the mirror for a long time, Ye Zhiqiu reluctantly carried the crystal-like hair crown crookedly on top of his head.

　　

　　 Looking at himself in the mirror, Ye Zhiqiu thought about the temperament of his clone before and began to try to straighten his face.

　　

　　 Overall, it’s not much different from my own clone, I shouldn’t be seen...

　　

　　 After finishing everything, Ye Zhiqiu went out. Although he was still a student of Wuhundian Academy, he was just named and didn't need to go to class. The cultivation of the Saint Child and Saint Woman was taught by the Pope himself.

　　

　　 So the place where Ye Zhiqiu lives is not the dormitory of Wuhundian Academy.

　　

　　 Like Hu Liena, he lives in Wuhun City, the east side hall of the Wuhun main hall. This is the privilege of the status of the son and the saint of the spirit hall.

　　

　　 In addition to the two of them, Pope Bibi Dong also lives here. There should be another Qian Renxue, but she was not in Wuhun City at this time.

　　

　　 After exiting his door, Ye Zhiqiu walked slowly towards the main hall of Wuhun. In the afternoon, he still had classes, and the place where he was going to class was in the square of the main hall of Wuhun.

　　

　　 Generally, Pope Bibi Dong teaches the actual combat class in person. If she has troubles, it will be Chrysanthemum Douluo.

　　

　　 Along the way, Ye Zhiqiu basically met a small group of guard posts wearing armor and holding spears every dozens of steps.

　　

　　 When they meet Ye Zhiqiu, they will stop, slam their guns on the ground, squeeze their fists on their left chest, bow their heads in salute.

　　

　　 didn't have any words, but from their uniform movements, Ye Zhiqiu could see the strict rules of the Spirit Hall.

　　

　　 Ye Zhiqiu learned the appearance of his avatar, but didn't pay attention to it. As usual, he walked past with cold face.

　　

　　 After passing through the halls, Ye Zhiqiu came to the entrance of the main hall square of Wuhun.

　　

　　 stepped up the stairs step by step, and just ascended to the highest point, a slender figure leaned forward and ran over in a hurry.

　　

　　 She is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short, orange-yellow hair, a face with melon seeds, curving eyebrows, and round red lips. Even if her martial spirit is not revealed, her face still has a hint of intrigue.

　　

　　 From the moon-white dress robe studded with gold silk on her body, it can be seen that in the Wuhun Hall, her status is not low.

　　

　　 Ye Zhiqiu knows this person, or he is known by Ye Zhiqiu's avatar, Hu Liena.

　　

　　 Since Ye Zhiqiu became a saint son, she will wait here almost every day, and then go to the martial arts main hall square with Ye Zhiqiu to have classes.

　　

　　 It's just that Ye Zhiqiu's clone is a well-mannered, straight-steel man, who rarely pays attention to her.

　　

　　 "Little brother Qiu, you will be late if you don't hurry, but the teacher's punishment is very severe." Hu Liena pulled Ye Zhiqiu's hand and quickly ran towards the square.

　　

　　 Because Ye Zhiqiu spent a long time doing a crystal vertical crown in his room, they were indeed late, or in other words, they were already late.

　　

　　 The two hurried to the square. From a distance, Ye Zhiqiu had already seen a figure standing in the center of the square.

　　

　　 Is this Pope Bibi Dong? Ye Zhiqiu looked at it without showing a trace, the memory of watching the clone is like watching TV, and he must not have seen it clearly with his own eyes.

　　

This is a mature and beautiful woman, just looking at her appearance, she is about twenty-five or sixteen years old. She is wearing the exclusive robe of the pope, wearing a nine-curved platinum crown, holding a little taller than her, symbolizing the pope Purple gold scepter of authority.

　　

Originally, Ye Zhiqiu thought that there were enough spar pendants on his clothes, but after seeing Bibi Dong, he knew what a little witch is like a big witch~lightnovelpub.net~Her pope's robe is decorated with various decorations. Seed crystal pendants are simply too terrifying, just take out this set of clothes, let alone a few million gold soul coins to start.

　　

　　 came closer, and his appearance became more real.

　　

The light pink long hair is coiled under the crown, revealing a smooth forehead. There are a few strands of hair hanging down on the temples. Corresponding to the hair color, she has a pair of beautiful eyebrows and pupils, which are also pale girlish pink. , But just in such pupils, there is a sense of majesty of a superior, which makes people afraid to look directly.

　　

　　 She has thin lips, slightly pressed, and a faint luster is reflected in the afternoon sun.

　　

　　 Under the pope's robe, a pair of straight and slender jade legs are exposed, and the translucent stockings can't block the visual enjoyment brought by her white skin.

　　

　　Elegant, noble and all kinds of beautiful words in the world can be presented to her one by one.

　　

　　Wearing high heels, she is half a head taller than Ye Zhiqiu, and a desire to conquer emerges involuntarily in people's hearts.

　　

　　 At this time, Bibi Dong's brows were slightly frowning, and his eyes looked a little unpleasantly at Ye Zhiqiu and Hu Liena who had hurriedly arrived.

　　

　　 "Teacher."

　　

　　 "Teacher."

　　

　　 Two voices sounded at the same time, one voice was slightly worried, and the other voice was cold and calm.

　　

　　 "In a hurry, what kind of style? Have you forgotten your identity?"