Douluo: I will never forget the night Ah Yin bowed his head.

Chapter 130 Tiandou City, Xueqing River

Chen Mo left Shrek Village, left Soto City, and headed towards Tiandou City.

That was the capital of the Tiandou Empire, the imperial city.

The three most prosperous cities in the mainland are Wuhun City, Tiandou City, and Xingluo City.

Moreover, there is also a super power in Tiandou City, the Qibao Glazed Sect, which ranks second among the seven sects on the mainland.

Sitting on two major titled Douluo.

Chen Mo spent a few days arriving at Tiandou City.

Looking at the city wall that was almost as high as Wuhun City, I felt sad.

If he were six years old, Chen Mo might be in a state of joy, but it was different now.

"After all, I didn't retain the innocence of a child."

After experiencing so much, Chen Mo had no choice but to put away part of his childish nature and act more mature and steady.

After paying the fee to enter the city, Chen Mo entered Tiandou City.

"His Royal Highness has hosted another banquet on the city wall. I don't know who will be able to drink it this time."

"Although His Highness the Crown Prince invited heroes from all over the world to drink this wine, not everyone can drink it. Last month, a soul sect walked up to it. After taking a few steps, it fell down like a dead dog. His legs It even broke."

"Tsk, tsk, this wine really doesn't taste that good. Last time, the man said that he felt great pressure as soon as he stepped on the steps. It's still difficult to climb up to the sky with more than 100 steps."

A group of people gathered here under the city tower.

Chen Mo came up curiously and looked at the head slightly protruding from the tower.

"Xue Qinghe..."

Chen Mo took a meaningful look and then put on his mask.

Do you want to try this glass of wine yourself?

Your Royal Highness, the true saint of Wuhun Palace.

"never mind."

No longer noticeable.

Chen Mo turned around and left.

"Please stay."

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Chen Mo, blocking his way.

Looking up, a guard wearing iron armor stood proudly in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

Chen Mo was confused.

"His Royal Highness, I invite you to meet me on the tower."

The guard said with a straight face, he was just a messenger.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invited me?"

Chen Mo hasn't figured it out yet.

People around him began to discuss his identity, but because he was wearing a mask, their discussions were useless.

It seems that I haven't had any interaction with Xue Qinghe yet, why would he suddenly invite me.

"Can I not go?"

Chen Mo asked tentatively in a low voice.

But the guard seemed to have heard something big. He slowly raised the spear in his hand, as if Chen Mo would die if he disobeyed.

what is this.

Anyone who disobeys His Royal Highness must die?
"Then go see you."

Chen Mo turned around and walked towards the stairs of the tower.

"Look, he's going to climb the stairs. I don't know if he can make it up."

"It's definitely possible. After all, this person was invited by His Highness the Crown Prince."

"It's uncertain."

As Chen Mo stepped onto the steps, he did feel something disturbing him.

But this disruption is minimal.

After walking thirty steps in a row, the disturbance became more severe.

But for Chen Mo, his soul pressure only reached level [-].

Chen Mo's pace was relatively relaxed.

The more relaxed you act, the faster the soul pressure comes.

"Copy, Xuanshui Shield!"

A shield of water ripples appeared on Chen Mo's body, and he took ten more steps.

The soul power instantly increased to the level [-] Soul Sect level.

The people in the audience didn't know the details. They only knew that Chen Mo was only a few steps away from the tower.

An elegant and easy-going young man on the tower took a sip of tea and then looked at the old man beside him.

The old man paused: "Very young, with soul power above level [-], an absolute genius." Xue Qinghe put down the teacup and said, "As expected."

"Does His Highness the Crown Prince know him?"

The old man was taken aback.

"I don't know him. It's the first time I've seen him, but I've heard about him."

Xue Qinghe shook his head slightly, with a sense of affinity in his every move, and waved his hand: "Old Sun, remove the soul pressure and let him come up."

"This…"

The old man was slightly confused.

"No need, I'm already up."

Chen Mo's figure appeared on the edge of the city tower.

He took a breath and said, "The level 45 soul power is fortunately not too much higher than mine, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to hold on."

Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Going upstairs was faster than expected."

Chen Mo chuckled: "There's nothing I can do. Your guards are forcing me, as if they're going to punish me if I don't come up."

Xue Qinghe's face paused, showing a little displeasure: "I will handle this matter. I have never forced anyone to do anything."

"I know."

Chen Mo nodded casually, then looked at Xue Qinghe: "Your Highness, can I sit down?"

"Yes, please sit down."

Xue Qinghe nodded and stretched out his hand to signal Chen Mo to sit down.

Chen Mo sat neatly opposite Xue Qinghe.

The old man stepped forward, poured a cup of tea for Chen Mo and said, "When you meet His Royal Highness, why don't you show your true face?"

Chen Mo glanced at the other person and realized that the soul pressure should come from this person.

Strong ones, soul saint and above.

"I wonder what your Royal Highness is looking for?"

Chen Mo looked at Xue Qinghe and asked.

"Chen Mo."

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly.

Chen Mo was stunned. His name was called out, so Xue Qinghe knew him.

This is really flattering.

"His Royal Highness, you have admitted your mistake. My name is Zhou Peng."

Chen Mo continued.

"Really? See if this portrait is you."

Xue Qinghe took out a portrait from his storage bag and spread it out.

It looked like Chen Mo.

"Ah this..."

Chen Mo was a little embarrassed that Xue Qinghe would bring a portrait of a man with him, even though it was his own.

"Where did this portrait of His Royal Highness come from?"

Chen Moqian asked with a smile.

"Wulhundian, they just disappeared one day and were searching for them on a large scale, so they drew this portrait. I found out about it by chance."

"I noticed you from the moment you entered the city gate, even if you put on a mask."

Xue Qinghe smiled faintly.

The person in front of him must have used another identity, or someone from Wuhun Palace asked her to help find him, so she found out about him. Chen Mo had no choice but to take off his mask: "Since His Highness the Crown Prince knows, then I will I won’t wear it anymore.”

The old man was slightly startled, and his first reaction was that he was very young.

Xue Qinghe glanced at Chen Mo: "The real person is much better than the portrait. This portrait lacks some charm."

Xue Qinghe said that he took out another pen from his storage bag and started painting on the spot.

Add a few strokes to Chen Mo's portrait, and the painting is completed.

Great.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has such superb painting skills."

Chen Mo sighed in praise.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly.

To be honest, Xue Qinghe's every frown and smile are full of intimacy, and a Crown Prince with a high position can personally lower his face to paint you a picture.

Ordinary people would bow their heads directly and swear to die for His Highness the Crown Prince.

There is a kind of feeling that the scholar died for the confidant.

(End of this chapter)