A long time.
The dust fell slowly.
Zhao Linchuan is still standing in the sky, his clothes are as new and not stained by any dust.
The other one, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was titled with a sword, was knocked away by Zhao Linchuan with a sword at this moment. His figure was deeply embedded in a mountain ten miles away, and his life or death was unknown.
"Poor guy being taken advantage of."
Zhao Linchuan shook his head and sighed. He turned around, put away Supreme Ease Golden Edge, turned into a golden light, and flew back in the direction of the Spirit Hall.
Not far away, Yan Lingji and Bibi Dong stood side by side in the sky, followed by several Titled Douluo who came to watch the battle.
Several people witnessed the whole process, with different expressions on their faces.
Bibi Dong looked normal, nodded slightly, and said without changing his voice:
"I knew it would be like this."
"It's nothing to see." Yan Lingji grabbed Bibi Dong's palm and shook it gently, "Let's go, it's time to go back, the ceremony will continue."
After saying that, the two people's bodies turned into a milky white stream of light, flew in the direction of Spirit City, and soon disappeared into the sky.
After the two left, Tang Zhen quickly flew in the direction where Chen Xin flew backwards, his face turned pale and his heart was shocked.
What did he see?
A Soul Douluo, a sword knocked away a Titled Douluo!
He Zhao Linchuan is still Soul Douluo, and he can already knock away Chen Xin with one sword. So what will happen if he is promoted to Titled Douluo, or even Super Douluo?
You know, Chen Xin has already broken through to level ninety-five a few days ago!
But such a strong man couldn't even catch a sword in front of Zhao Linchuan.
If Zhao Linchuan is promoted to Super Douluo, wouldn't he be able to stand side by side with his father Tang Chen?
Even... stronger?
A moment later, in front of the Worship Hall.
On the steps in front of the hall, Golden Crocodile, Guang Ling and other offerings are still lined up.
The Soul Master around have not dispersed yet, and everyone's eyes are focused on the same direction, which is the direction in which Zhao Linchuan is returning.
Two people, Zhao Linchuan and Chen Xin, went and one person returned.
It is already obvious who wins and who loses.
The golden stream of light rushed from the distant sky and slowly landed in front of the Worship Hall. The golden light faded away, and the figure of Zhao Linchuan appeared from it.
The black robe is not stained with any dust, the clothes are fluttering gently in the breeze, the hair is not messy, and the whole person looks calm and relaxed.
Everyone couldn't understand that Zhao Linchuan defeated Sword Douluo Chen Xin so quickly.
From the time two people left to the time one person returned, it only took half an hour.
In half an hour, he defeated a level 95 Super Douluo, and it was Sword Douluo who also had a sword as his title.
This strength and speed have exceeded most people's understanding.
While sighing at his strength, everyone felt a little bit sad.
Once upon a time, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was also a well-known strong man. Seven Kill Sword killed countless dead souls and was famous on the mainland.
But now, in front of everyone, he was knocked away by a rising star with a sword, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
This also allowed the onlookers to truly realize the strength of Zhao Linchuan.
At this point, Zhao Linchuan has completely lost its reputation.
Previously, although he was also famous in mainland China due to the publicity of Qian Xunji, more people still regarded him as a junior.
A talented junior with a bright future, but nothing more.
Juniors are juniors, no matter how talented you are, in the eyes of those veteran strong men who have been famous for a long time, you are still not up to par.
But this time it's different.
Zhao Linchuan defeated Chen Xin and returned, which means that he has at least a strength of level 95 or above.
Level ninety-five is the threshold for Super Douluo, a height that countless Soul Master cannot reach in their lifetimes.
If anyone dares to treat him as a junior again, or neglect him...
Then you have to weigh whether your neck is stiff or whether Zhao Linchuan's sword is sharper.
In this regard, even Tang Hao, who has always been tough-talking, rarely dared to talk back.
He stood in the crowd with his arms folded, his face gloomy, and the light in his eyes flickered.
After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
"When I become Titled Douluo, I will not lose to anyone!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back.
Tang Xiao glanced at his back, shook his head, and followed.
Afternoon.
The celebration ceremony has not ended yet, but it is very quiet inside the Worship Hall.
After all, this is a place for worshipers to practice cultivation. It is impossible to decorate the place with lanterns and colors, and change cups like the outside world.
"Something bad happened." Bibi Dong walked in from outside the hall, holding a letter in his hand, and said with an unhappy face, "My teacher has gone out on inspection."
"Before leaving, he handed over all Spirit Hall affairs to me."
"Then he asked us to practice quickly, and when we become Titled Douluo, he would kill Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Zhao Linchuan was sitting on a chair nearby, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong, with a hint of confusion in his tone.
"Haven't you wanted to be Pope for a long time?"
"Just in time to experience the experience."
"Oh, you don't know."
Bibi Dong sat down opposite Zhao Linchuan, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and explained in a melancholy tone:
"My teacher, I don't know if he drank too much recently. He dug up all those old cases and wanted to kill a lot of people."
"So people came to him every day to beg for mercy. I followed him all day long until my ears were numb."
As she spoke, she leaned back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling, her voice full of helplessness. "It's too difficult for me too."
"Now that the old man is gone, these people will turn around and come to trouble me."
"It's so annoying!"
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight." Zhao Linchuan comforted him and said, "It's just a good time to test your personal abilities and see if you can stand alone in the future."
"Maybe this is a task your teacher secretly assigned you."
"Hiss... it seems to make sense."
Bibi Dong nodded subconsciously, and the depression in his eyes gradually dissipated.
She thought for a while, and then suddenly laughed, the gloom on her face swept away, and her whole body was filled with a sense of sudden enlightenment and joy.
"Then I'll go take care of things right now. I may be busy these days and won't go home to take care of you."
"Get busy, I have your sister Ling Ji."
"She will take good care of me."
"Hmm... then I'm leaving."
Evening.
The sun sets in the west.
Although Zhao Linchuan now has his own seat and a good manor in the Worship Hall, he still chose to return home.
"Are you going to be gone for a while?"
Yan Lingji was sitting under the old locust tree, with a tea set on the stone table in front of him, and asked:
"Where are you going? Going to see your sweethearts again?"