Before this, although Ma Hongjun knew about Qiandaoliu, he only heard about him but never saw him. He actually didn't know what Qiandaoliu looked like.

Furthermore, according to the Tiandou court etiquette, during the engagement banquet ceremony, in addition to the groom, best man and others entering the ceremony, the first step in the process is that the father of the bride sends his daughter off for marriage.

As the Douluo of the Secret Chamber died a worthy death, and Qian Renxue had a bad relationship with Bibi Dong, the task of sending her daughter off to marry naturally fell on her grandfather who loved her.

But when Ma Hongjun and Shui Bing'er sneaked into the hall of Wuhun Temple, the engagement ceremony between Liu Qingxuan and Qian Renxue had already progressed to the point where they were about to exchange vows, and they didn't even hear Bishop Salas introduce Qian Daoliu's identity, so what?

Do you know that this burly young man is Qian Renxue's grandfather?

As for Qian Daoliu, due to Ma Hongjun's identity, he didn't want to care too much, but he heard about the Douluo of the Secret Chamber from Ma Hongjun.

"Is he talking about Xunji?"

Qiandao Liuxin said that no matter whether it was true or not, he couldn't just sit idly by and ignore the words "Douluo of the Chamber of Secrets".

But Ma Hongjun pulled off the tiger's skin again and brought out two rivals and friends that made him feel afraid, Tang Chen, who had disappeared for many years, and Poseidon, the high priest of Poseidon.

She even shamelessly called her sister-in-law.

Qian Daoliu was instantly laughed out of anger, a trace of astonishing murderous intent flashed through his deep golden eyes, and he grabbed Ma Hongjun.

"As far as I know, Tang Chen disappeared for more than thirty years. How old are you? A young boy in his twenties, you said you know Bo Saixi?"

"Boy, I will teach you a lesson today: you must be responsible when you speak lies."

"With Bo Saixi's seniority and age, she is more than enough to be your great-grandmother. Do you deserve to call her sister-in-law?"

However, Qian Daoliu missed the target, and the young boy in front of him cleverly avoided his capture with a mysterious and strange footwork.

"Such exquisite footwork, boy, what kind of soul skill do you have?"

"Hey, this old man won't be jealous, will he?"

"Oops, this bullshit may have had the opposite effect."

Ma Hongjun said in his heart, took a deep breath, pulled Shui Bing'er to avoid Qian Daoliu's grasp, and while avoiding Qian Daoliu's grasp as much as possible, he said: "I'm sorry, senior, I won't be twenty until eighteen days later."

age."

"But this is not a soul skill, but a kind of footwork called ghost shadow."

Then, Ma Hongjun dodged while saying: "In the year 2615 of the Douluo Calendar, on a certain month, you and Haotian Mianxia had a decisive battle on the top of Haotian. The next year, Haotian Mianxia disappeared from the soul master world until

Now."

"Senior Qian Daoliu, am I right?"

Qian Daoliu was startled and stopped rushing to capture Ma Hongjun. He stopped and said:

"So what? Although these things can be regarded as secrets in the soul master world, as long as you are willing and with your Shrek Academy status and power, it is not impossible to know the cost by spending some time and energy."

Ma Hongjun chuckled and said: "It's another year, that is, Douluo Calendar 2617. Has the City of Slaughter ever had a King of Slaughter?"

"Of course, if you are not sure about this, you can go back and ask the master of Wuhun Palace who guards the Sin City. They should be clear about it."

Qian Daoliu seemed to have thought of something, his golden pupils with a hint of vicissitudes of life shrank slightly, and he said in an indifferent voice: "You want to say that Tang Chen went to the killing city?"

Ma Hongjun nodded and said: "That king of killing is Haotian Mian. I have also been to the city of killing. Unfortunately, I woke up my eldest brother by accident."

"That's why Your Majesty Haotian asked the junior to call him Big Brother. Otherwise, how would the junior know about the past events of you three seniors?"

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and said:

"What about others? Doesn't he care if the Haotian Sect is destroyed?"

Ma Hongjun shrugged and said:

"Senior Bo Saixi has been waiting for him for more than thirty years. If my eldest brother escapes from the murderous city, he will definitely go to see Senior Bo Saixi as soon as possible."

"As for the Haotian Sect, as long as he is still alive, will the Haotian Sect be considered destroyed?"

"Haotian Sect, Haotian, and Haotian Crown Prince are all still alive. How can we say that Haotian Sect was destroyed?"

"He got what he wanted!"

Qian Daoliu's expression suddenly became a little complicated, he muttered secretly, stared at Ma Hongjun who was dozens of meters away and said:

"Boy, I am not trying to bully the younger ones. As long as you tell me that the secret room Douluo you talk about is Xiaoxue's father, I won't embarrass you anymore. How about that?"

"Oh, this!"

Ma Hongjun shrugged and said:

"Actually, it doesn't have any special meaning. I just said it subconsciously out of excitement. As for what you said, senior, I don't understand. I would like to ask senior to clarify my doubts."

"You really don't understand?"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, and the almost solid silhouette of the Seraphim appeared behind him. An extremely terrifying aura, accompanied by a terrifying and blazing holy light breath, covered the entire temple hall.

In an instant, everything in the entire hall seemed to have been pressed in slow motion, and everyone felt as if a terrifying ancient mountain was pressing on their hearts, making everyone unable to breathe.

"So strong?"

Everyone was shocked, seeing for the first time how terrifying the peerless Douluo who had awakened his martial soul for the second time was.

In addition, everyone was so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura and coercion released by Qian Daoliu that they could not lift their heads. They did not see that the phantom of the seraph behind him was not a female figure and face, but his own.

appearance.

Just like Huo Wu's Wuhun Hokage, he is a three-foot tall figure with a surging divine light aura. He has a male figure and a face that is very similar to Sendaoliu, but a little hazy.

Of course, the height of the hall limits the height of the seraph's shadow. Otherwise, the sacred light shadow that is nearly a hundred feet high would be its true form.

Moreover, Qian Daoliu has no obligation to tell everyone that after awakening his true form of martial arts for the second time, although his angelic divinity is only 50%, and there is no possibility of further improvement, the powerful increase has increased tenfold.

Let him be confident that his own strength is probably infinitely close to that of God.

Although he didn't know how powerful the gods were, with his current strength and the combat power brought by the god-level martial arts, Qiandaoliu was confident that his strength should have surpassed that of ordinary demigods and reached a level comparable to that of ordinary demigods.

Compared to ordinary quasi-gods.

"Why, how can you be so strong?"

Ma Hongjun was horrified, and he forcefully swallowed a mouthful of blood. Is this the horror of spiritual feedback?

In an instant, just as Ma Hongjun was activating his innate skills with all his strength to resist the terrifying pressure everywhere around him, the terrifying and holy aura of light actually aroused the automatic resistance of his Phoenix Martial Spirit, shattering in his body on its own, and colliding with him.

At the same time as they merged, accompanied by the loud and clear sound of the clear phoenix, a phantom of a flaming phoenix with a wingspan of three feet and a length of several feet appeared behind Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and felt that most of the terrifying pressure he had suffered was gone in an instant. He straightened up and covered Shui Bing'er with his momentum, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said: "What do you want this junior to understand? Senior, if you have anything to say, it's okay.

Speak bluntly.”

At some point, Qian Daoliu's figure had risen to the chest of the seraph shadow behind him. With cold golden eyes, he looked down at Ma Hongjun and said:

"Since you don't understand, why do you say Xiaoxue is the daughter of the Douluo of the Secret Chamber?"

Ma Hongjun wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a cold voice: "Six years ago, Bibi Dong killed me in front of the Pope's Palace. Later, Zhang Xue and others killed my Bing'er."

"I hope that since you are a senior expert in the soul master world, you won't embarrass me, a newcomer, right?"

"However, if you really want to kill me for Bibi Dong, or to avenge stabbing and others, just come and do it. I, Ma Hongjun, will never kill you at the slightest provocation."

Behind Ma Hongjun, the Phoenix of Nanming's Five Virtues was about to take flight, and seemed to be rushing towards Qiandaoliu at any time.

"Oh, really? Haha!"

Qian Daoliu smiled slightly, his terrifying aura and coercion subsided, and as the phantom of the Seraphim behind him returned to his body, he slowly fell to Qian Renxue.

"But you are right. I am a demigod, and I will not embarrass a young boy like you."

"And even if it's difficult, with Xiaoxue here, why do I need to take action personally?"

Of course, he would not tell Ma Hongjun that he chose to give up temporarily not because he was generous, but because he did not believe that Ma Hongjun, a young boy less than 20 years old, would know about what happened back then.

Also, although the tiger skin that Ma Hongjun pulled was not enough to scare him, Ma Hongjun's identity as the descendant of the god made him have to think about it.

After all, he is not Bibi Dong. He can be killed if he wants. He is just a servant of the angel god.

But Ma Hongjun is still a descendant of the gods, and will follow his granddaughter to ascend to the divine realm in the future. They should not be enemies, but colleagues.

Qian Daoliu paused slightly as he spoke, and then said, "But when will Tang Chen return to the mainland? Do you know?"

Ma Hongjun felt relieved, knowing that he had gotten through it for the time being.

Of course, although he didn't admit it, he didn't lie either, he was just pretending to be confused.

Ma Hongjun restrained the phoenix shadow behind him, took it back into his body to condense with himself, and said:

"It should be soon, that's what the eldest brother said before he left, but I don't know the specific return date."

He gets angry when he talks about this. You know, he worked so hard to wake up Tang Chen, not to give him time to fall in love with Bo Saixi and spend their honeymoon, but to let him beat up Bibi Dong and gain some for himself.

Opportunities for development and growth.

But it's better now. Whether Tang Chen or Tang Hao, I don't know if they are addicted to Bo Saixi and Tang San's fucking gentle country and can't extricate themselves, or what. In short, the two of them will never come back, let alone

It's time to buy him time to grow up. Even if the Haotian Sect was destroyed, they would never come back.

Fortunately, he still has the inner elixir of Nanming Lihuo Dun and the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, otherwise my grandma would be at a huge loss.

Qian Daoliu nodded, looked at Ma Hongjun and said, "You seem to have a deep prejudice against our angel clan? But is there any misunderstanding?"

Ma Hongjun took a deep breath and said:
To be continued...