Chapter 120 (1/2)

”I'm worthy of being a pope. I'm good at calculating.” Ye Zhiqiu smiles indifferently.

If he had not been able to move his soul as quickly as Xiao's, he would have been the next Pope in Wu Hun temple.

After all, the effect of soul skill is so similar that there is something suspicious about this Saint son separation.

The effects of his soul skills in the martial spirit hall are as follows:

the first soul skill: double skill

the second soul skill: multiple shadow separation (up to 10 people)

the third soul skill: blink

the fourth soul skill: Hundred Li perception skill

all these news were secretly recorded by Ye Zhiqiu. After all, he will have to play this role well for a period of time.

As for the purpose of Ye Zhiqiu's Wu Hun temple, one of them is to come to play and understand the situation.

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

After picking up the clothes dedicated to the son of Wu Hun temple, ye Zhiqiu finds that there is still a token in the clothes.

This token is made of unknown material. On the front is a six winged angel with his hands outstretched and legs crossed, holding the symbol of the scepter. On the reverse side is a holy word. The token is a bit cold.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at it at will and put it into the ink jade bracelet.

Then he took off his coat and put on his son's special clothes. The rules of Wu Hun temple were very strict. Although he was indifferent, he was obedient and never broke the rules.

Clothes, pants and boots are very simple, but this son Jingguan is a little difficult for ye Zhiqiu.

His hair is always so straight behind his head, sometimes, he will take a hair band and tie it, and he has never tied his crown.

How did you wear it before you split up? Younger sister, I seem to classify that part of memory as junk information, selectively forgotten?

”Shit!” Ye Zhiqiu murmured.

You don't have to go through the gang when you first come?

After fiddling with the mirror for a long time, ye Zhiqiu reluctantly put the crystal like crown on top of his head.

Looking at himself in the mirror, ye Zhiqiu thinks about the temperament of his own body before, and starts to try to face up.

On the whole, it's not much different from his own separation. It should not be seen that...

after finishing everything, ye Zhiqiu went out of the door. Although he was still a student of wuhundian college, he was only a nominal student and didn't have to go to class. The cultivation of the Holy Son and the saint daughter was taught by the Emperor himself.

So the place Ye Zhiqiu lives in is not the college dormitory of Wu Hun Dian.

Like hulena, he lived in the inner part of Wuhun City, the east side hall of Wu Hun hall, which was the privilege of the status of the son and saint of Wu Hun temple.

Besides the two of them, Pope bibidon also lives here. There should have been a thousand Ren snow, but she is not in the city of Wu soul at this time.

Out of his own room, ye Zhiqiu walked slowly towards the direction of the main hall of the martial spirit. In the afternoon, he still had classes. The place of his class was in the square of the main hall of the martial spirit.

Generally, Pope bibidon personally gives the actual combat class. If she has something to do with her, the class will be Ju Douro.