From Douluo to God

All the documents sent from all over the mainland are managed by the platinum bishop. The highest-level confidential documents will be directly submitted to the pope, while those with lower levels will be reviewed by the platinum bishop.

A small place like Notting City cannot deliver the most confidential documents, so this document will be reviewed by Salas first.

Bibidong believed that Salas would not be old and dim-sighted, so even if the child described in this document was not a god-level martial spirit, his talent should be astonishing. That's why the deacon mistakenly thought it was a god-level martial spirit.

The power of Wuhundian spreads all over the continent, and every year it helps countless people to awaken Wuhun for free, and also uses this to continuously absorb talents for Wuhundian.

As long as the talent is good, the Wuhun Hall will extend an olive branch and absorb it into the Wuhun Hall for cultivation.

The better the talent, the more attention will be paid to it. Those with amazing talent will even be sent directly to the headquarters of the Spirit Hall for key training. Now Hu Liena is the object of key training.

Bibi Dong gently opened the document, looking at it purely with curiosity.

But as time passed, Bibi Dong's expression became more and more serious. After watching it once, she actually read it again, and the smile on her face became more and more intense.

Salas who stood respectfully below saw Bibi Dong's smile and quickly lowered his head. He was afraid that if he continued watching, he would be unable to extricate himself and offend the majesty of the Pope.

Bibi Dong closed the document, handed it to Hu Liena who was standing beside her, looked at Salas and said, "You have made a great contribution this time, go down first, and I will reward you for your merits later."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, this is what I should do." Salas smiled on his old face, and retreated respectfully.

"Teacher, does the child mentioned here really have a god-level martial soul?" Hu Liena couldn't help asking.

When she saw Bibi Dong's reaction just now, she had been puzzled for a long time, and she only asked now.

"You can open it and have a look." Bibidong smiled, "If that deacon named Su Yuntao is not exaggerating, this might really be a god-level martial soul."

Hu Liena saw it quickly, and said in shock, "How could there be such a terrifying scene when awakening, that Su Yuntao is exaggerating."

Seeing the disbelief on her face, Bibi Dong smiled and said, "If it were you, would you have the guts to deliberately write a letter to deceive the Pope?"

Hu Liena was stunned, and shook her head, "No."

"So, what's written here should be true. Get ready. You just came out of that place. I'll take you out tomorrow to relax and adjust your mentality."

Chapter 43 Tang San's Challenge

"Teacher, what do you mean?" Hu Liena asked puzzled.

"Let's go to that Notting City tomorrow." Bibi Dong laughed.

"Ah, just for the sake of a child, do you still want me to go there personally?" Hu Liena was a little surprised.

"The god-level martial soul is not a joke. I need to confirm it myself. If it is true, then I must hold him in my hands, and there will be no accidents."

Hu Liena nodded.

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At this moment, at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Jiang Chen is leisurely cultivating

Why leisurely, because now that Matthew Nuo's revenge has been avenged, and there is no threat of catastrophe, his mood suddenly relaxes.

It's like this every day, study boxing and body skills, and work hard to practice exercises at night. He plans to live like this in Notting College in the future.

Since yesterday, the little black sparrow has been monitoring the situation of the Wuhun Hall. Yesterday afternoon, Matthew Nuo was controlled by the deacon team from the nearest sub-dian, waiting for the law enforcement team from the Pope's Palace to come Escort.

He guessed that Matthew Nuo should be escorted to Wuhun City and beheaded for public display or something.

Just as he was pondering his movements, Jing Wuming hurried into the grove suddenly.

"Young master." Jing Wuming came to Jiang Chen, hesitating, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Chen was surprised.

"Master, I may have to leave you." Jing Wuming looked a little lonely.

"Leave? Where?"

Jing Wuming shook his head, "I don't know, my adoptive father said that he would send me to the killer headquarters to receive hell-style training, and it might take several years."

Jiang Chen fell silent, Jing Wuming was indeed a rare and good helper, and he was used to Jing Wuming being by his side these days, so he felt a little bit reluctant to be separated all of a sudden.

After a while, he smiled and said, "Then you go, remember to practice hard, and never slack off. Also, you must remember my previous instructions, and you must not bite people at will unless it is absolutely necessary."

Jing Wuming nodded, "But young master, if I leave, no one will be by your side to help you."

Jiang Chen jumped onto the stone next to him, reached out and patted Jing Wuming's shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense, just go if you're told, and practice hard. I'm already level fourteen now, don't be surpassed by me in a few years."

Jing Wuming nodded fiercely, his eyes were a little moist, he only had respect and gratitude to his adoptive father, but he had a kind of spiritual intimacy to Jiang Chen.

After getting along these days, he found that his cold personality had changed a lot unconsciously.

These are all thanks to Jiang Chen.

"when are we leaving?"

Jing Wuming said, "I'm leaving this afternoon, I don't know where that place is."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, and calmly said, "Go back, hurry up and pack your things, you don't need to see me again before you leave."

In fact, he was not at peace in his heart. It can be said that Jing Wuming was someone he could confide in freely without any scruples. He left all of a sudden, leaving him feeling a little empty in his heart.

Jing Wuming took two steps back, suddenly knelt down, and kowtowed several times to Jiang Chen.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen helped him up.