He dies, you die
"Keep me? Is it up to you? Do you want to keep me too? Hehe! Old man, don't you think highly of yourself?"
Wang Jingyu sneered, and pointed the Clear Sky Hammer at Qian Daoliu, the fighting intent in his eyes became more and more intense.
"Would you like to try it? It's been a long time since we have formally fought each other. My hands are itchy now. Let's have a big fight today! Old man, you dare to fight! But what if I miss and kill your son? do not blame me."
"Crazy Tang! I said that I didn't intend to fight you to the death! I just hope that this child can inherit the throne of the Pope!
I can promise you that as long as you keep this girl, I will do my best to protect her in the future.
I will also revoke the arrest warrant for your disciple. From now on, your disciple can come to the Spirit Hall to meet her at any time, and no one can interfere. Didn't you say that you want to align my Spirit Hall to marry your Clear Sky Sect? I agreed! "
In order to avoid further irritating Wang Jingyu, Qian Daoliu begged him to keep Bibi dong in a low voice as much as possible.
If with his usual character, anyone dared to threaten him like this, he will definitely use the holy angel sword to teach the other party to be a man.
But the opponent was "Tang Chen" who claimed to be invincible on the ground, and he was not sure that he could kill him.
Even if he has more than a dozen Title Douluo to assist him, he is not absolutely sure.
More importantly, his son was lying tens of meters away, if "Tang Chen" was ruthless, he would directly smash him to death with the Clear Sky Hammer.
Even he couldn't stop it at all, could only watch helplessly as his only heir turned into minced meat under the Clear Sky Hammer.
So he lowered his attitude as much as possible at the moment, hoping to obtain Wang Jingyu's consent.
Seeing Qian Daoliu's aggrieved appearance, Wang Jingyu wanted to laugh in his heart.
A Limit Douluo was forced into such a state, he would be able to boast for a lifetime.
Wang Jingyu still knows the principle of accepting as soon as you see it.
Now Qian Xunji is already a useless person.
Although Qian Daoliu is strong, he is still at the end of the day. He really needs to cultivate the next successor.
Bibi Dong's qualifications can be said to be against the sky, and she is the most powerful successor of the next pope.
With her being a successor, the Spirit Hall is bound to be able to reach a higher level.
Wang Jingyu thought about the pros and cons of keeping Bibi Dong and the conditions given by Qian Daoliu.
Combining with Bibi Dong's original book, she was destined to become the Pope, and keeping her here could also stimulate her rapid growth in strength.
With her relationship with "Tang Chen", he believed that Qian Daoliu would not dare to take his anger out on Bibi Dong in the future.
After all, she now bears the name of
"Tang Chen's" apprentice future wife, as long as she grows up then according to the original book, she will soon reach the point where even Qian Daoliu is afraid.
Wang Jingyu nodded after considering this point.
"In this case, I will keep her, but I warn you if you cannot guarantee her safety in the future, I will still come and take her away.
If you dare to force her to marry that bastard of yours, I will definitely eunuch him for you! You can do it for yourself. "
"You can rest assured that she is the saint of my Spirit Hall, the future female pope and I will definitely protect her.
As for that rebellious son, I will naturally discipline him well! It's time for you to leave Spirit Hall, you are not welcome here, so let's leave! "
Qian Daoliu had a cold old face, his teeth were gnashing loudly.
Only he himself knew how much he wanted to kill the old man
"Tang Chen" to avenge his son.
But he was calm, he understands that he can't be impulsive, and the Spirit Temple can't just be destroyed by his own hands.
So, he could only comfort himself that ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
Wang Jingyu felt the jealous look in Qian Daoliu's eyes. Although it was hidden deeply, he could easily feel it.
However, Wang Jingyu didn't care.
Anyway, in a few minutes, he will return to his original appearance.
As for whether Clear Sky Sect will be done by Spirit Hall in the future, what does it matter to him?
Wang Jingyu grinned evilly, casting a last meaningful glance at Xun Ji who was in the distance, and walked away.
After he left, Qian Daoliu looked at Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo indifferently.
"The two of you help the saint back to her room and tried to calm her down as punishment for your help.
Remember to protect her for me. If she loses a single hair, I will take your skin off! "
Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo lifted Bibi Dong who was lying on the ground and left the secret room in a panic.
Qian Daoliu glanced at his subordinates behind him and gave the gag order expressionlessly.
"No one is allowed to publicize what happened in the secret room today, and anyone who dares to disclose the matter will be punished after being found out by this seat.
From now on, it will be announced that a mysterious strongman attacked the Spirit Temple tonight, the saint was frightened, and the Pope was seriously injured in order to protect his beloved disciple. He should be a model for teachers. "
Faced with Qian Daoliu's behavior of talking nonsense with his eyes open, all the elders could only agree with one after another even if they had no doubts.
"Okay, you all go away, go back and rest early."
Qian Daoliu put away his Seraphim spirit and slowly walked towards Qian Xunji, who was seriously injured and dying in the distance.
A group of strong elders looked at each other and left the secret room. They had to forget everything that happened in the secret room as soon as possible.
"How is the treatment going?"
Qian Daoliu looked down at his son's face like gold paper from a high position, his heart ached terribly.
No matter how disobedient the son is, no matter how inferior a beast is, it is still his blood, how can he not cherish it?
Among the three Spirit Saints who were in charge of treating him, an old man who seemed to be the oldest clasped his fists at Qian Daoliu.
"Great consecration, the Pope's physical condition is not ideal, I'm afraid he won't survive today..."
"boom..."
Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his hand and slapped the healing Spirit Saint on the head, smashing his skull to pieces and laying his body on the spot.
His eyes were filled with endless anger as he stared at the two healing-type Spirit Saints and said coldly.
"I don't want to hear these words again, no matter what method you use and how many people you call, you must save the Pope's life.
He lives, you live, he dies, I will destroy your entire clan! Don't think that I dare not! There is no need to keep the waste! "
The remaining two healing Spirit Saints fell to the ground in fright, their faces pale.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had never seen Qian Daoliu be so irrational to the point of shooting his subordinates to death on the spot.
Knowing that this matter had hit him hard, he glared at the two of them and scolded.
"Hurry up and call someone, you don't want to watch the Pope fall, and your whole family be buried with him?"
The two healing-type Spirit Saints hurriedly got up from the ground and left the secret room.
Now Qian Xun Ji's injury is too serious, if he is moved forcibly, it will definitely cause secondary damage and aggravate his injury.
Therefore, they could only let him lie on the ground temporarily, and call the best healing Spirit masters in the entire Spirit City to the secret room to treat his injuries.