I have already finished playing Naruto, you let me travel through Douluo

Chapter 55: Please Su Chen is my Spirit Hall Holy Son
"Master Yin, what's wrong? Is it possible that you are not even as competitive as the top ten martial spirits?"

Guangling Douluo crossed his arms and said.

He didn't believe that Su Chen could come up with any theoretical research. This thing is not like talent that is innate. It requires a lot of time and systematic learning and even experience to accumulate. It is something that can only be achieved through trial and error.

You are only six years old this year, what knowledge do you have?

Unless you studied this in your previous life and remember it in this life.

Thinking of something funny, he couldn't help but glanced at Su Chen and said with a smile, "Mr. Yin, just say it directly. I think our No. 1 talent can bear it. Hahahaha."

"Stop making noise, shut up!"

An angry shout resounded throughout the hall, and it was actually from the old man called Old Yin.

He waved his hand impatiently and continued to look at the paper in his hand with great concentration, muttering something.

Guangling Douluo's laughter stopped abruptly, and his handsome face suddenly became distorted.

Damn it, old man, if I wasn’t familiar with the old Pope, I would have killed you.

Elder Yin's sudden anger caused an uproar in the hall, but the next moment, they realized something and their faces changed. They looked at the stack of papers with some doubt, as well as Su Chen, who remained calm so far.

etc.
There can't really be something there, right?

Ju Douluo clenched his fists even more tightly at this moment, and they trembled slightly with excitement. Bibi Dong looked calm on the outside, but she was actually holding the Pope's scepter tightly nervously.

And Guang Ling's expression also turned gloomy.

He looked at the two soul bones and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

For a moment, the only sound in the magnificent hall was the sound of flipping papers.

All eyes were focused on the old man's hands.

Crash-!
Mr. Yin flipped the pages faster and faster, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated.

Hesitation, shock, disbelief and emotion flashed on his face, making everyone's heart beat fast.

This was the first time in all these years that they saw such a rich expression on the old man's face.

"call"

Finally, under everyone's anticipation, the old man finished reading all the pages and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"How about it, is it at the level of the top ten core competitiveness of martial spirits?"

If one really has the level of the top ten core competitive strengths of martial arts, this matter can be barely covered up.

After all, Su Chen is only six years old, and it is exaggerated for a six-year-old child to have this level.

As for what I said before, it is definitely not counted. It is normal for children to talk nonsense.

But if it was just a bunch of fabricated stories, then even a god couldn't save Su Chen.

But under the gazes of everyone, Mr. Yin shook his head.

"What, this."

The impatient old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but could only sigh and gave Bibi Dong a helpless look.

I tried my best. This kid is not even at this level but still so arrogant. No one can save him.

The others also shook their heads in disappointment.

I thought it was some big deal, but this is it?
Why do you have such a rich expression?
"Hahahaha, that's what I said."

Compared to the disappointment of others, Guangling Douluo felt relieved and laughed heartily. "About this."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished talking yet."

Old Yin rolled his eyes, ignoring Guangling Douluo's stiff body and ugly expression. He took a deep breath, looked at the paper in his hand with fiery eyes, and raised it reverently.

"The ten core competitive strengths of Wuhun are not even worthy of carrying its shoes. I believe that this is the foundation of our Wuhun Hall's inheritance for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years!!"

"With it, the Spirit Hall's strength in the next ten or twenty years will be enough to dominate the continent!!"

The old man's hands were shaking with excitement. He fell to his knees, looking at Bibi Dong with burning eyes.

"Your Majesty, I propose that Su Chen be conferred the title of Holy Son of our Spirit Hall!!"

What! ! !
Everyone was startled by Mr. Yin's sudden enthusiasm, and they looked at the old man kneeling on the ground in shock.

Do you know what you are talking about?
How can something made by a six-year-old child serve as the foundation of our Spirit Hall for ten thousand years, or even dominate the continent for twenty years?

Do you also want to canonize Su Chen as the Holy Son?
If this person was not Mr. Yin, they would definitely think he was a lunatic.

No, even if he is Mr. Yin, he now looks like a complete madman!

"You get up first."

Even Bibi Dong was a little overwhelmed by this sudden change, but in an instant, her strong psychological quality allowed her to react and realize that this little guy must have researched something incredible.

Sure enough, you are the only one who will never let me down. His Holiness's heart began to beat fast, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

She forced herself to calm down, tapped the staff lightly, and a gentle spirit force helped Elder Yin up, "Tell me slowly, there's no rush."

The latter stood up, glanced at the people with dazed faces, and snorted coldly.

"I know, you all think I'm crazy now, right? Third brother, fourth brother, come and take a look, and you will understand after you see it."

He waved, but nothing happened.

"The third and fourth child!"

Old Yin frowned and shouted angrily, and the two old men suddenly woke up as if from a dream. They swallowed and looked at each other, then quickly stepped forward and took the paper from Old Yin's hand with trembling hands.

After a moment, the two of them breathed rapidly, their faces flushed, and they waved their hands excitedly, "This, this is simply..."

"God bless my Spirit Hall!!!"

"The foundation of all ages, the foundation of all ages!!"

"The Holy Son, he must be the Holy Son. If Su Chen doesn't become the Holy Son, I will be the first to disagree!!"

The two men were yelling and screaming like crazy, and their rapid breathing made them choke and cough constantly, making people wonder if they would faint at the next moment.

Is this so exaggerated?
what is that
Everyone turned their eyes to the stack of papers and felt their mouths dry and their throats itchy.

It's barely explainable that Mr. Yin was mentally ill alone, but it's really impossible that three people were mentally ill together.
“Let me see too!!”

Finally, someone couldn't help but ran forward quickly, got closer and took a quick look, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"This"

"hiss--!!"

Several senior executives rushed forward impatiently and started shouting, looking at Su Chen as if they were looking at a monster.

No, monster isn't enough.

"The Son of Heaven, this is definitely the Son of Heaven!!!"

"That's right, otherwise how could such a thing be born!"

More and more people came over and started to become a little crazy, until a die-hard supporter of Guangling Douluo came over and his face began to change wildly, Guangling Douluo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"show me!"

He could no longer suppress his anxiety, his soul power surged, and he reached out to take it, but he didn't expect that several figures would block his way.

"What do you mean?"

Guang Ling had a gloomy expression on his face and squinted his eyes as he looked at the old men who were blocking him, especially the one in the lead.

Mr. Yin!
"I'm sorry, Master Guang Ling, this is the origin of my Wuhun Hall's eternal foundation. You have a history of attacking the Holy Son, so it's better for you to stay away from this thing."

The old man showed no fear and took a step forward without hesitation, pushing his skinny chest forward, as if to say, "Kill me if you're capable of it."

"you!!"

Guangling Douluo was so angry that he almost spit out blood. He pointed at Su Chen angrily and said, "He is not even a Holy Son yet! And how do I know if you have formed an alliance?"

But before he could finish his words, he felt that he had done something stupid.

If Bibi Dong had the ability to get this group of people to act with her, would that still give him a chance to perform?

"Let me see, I promise not to do anything!"

He gritted his teeth and patiently explained, "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Besides, even if I destroy it, that kid can still write it again, right?"

"OK then."

Mr. Yin took a step back, thought about it and it seemed to be true. He hesitated and handed the paper in his hand to him, "Be careful, don't damage it."

Oh. Damn!
Guangling Douluo almost vomited blood.

He suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, closed his eyes, nodded, and took the paper.

At this moment, he just felt extremely humiliated.

As a priest of the Spirit Hall, when have I ever been suspected and humiliated like this?

But for the sake of what he had in his hands, he endured it!

"I want to see you"

Guang Ling narrowed his eyes, looked up and down, and was immediately stunned.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his mind froze for a moment.

As a veteran Titled Douluo, Guang Ling could tell at a glance that this was an extremely complete cultivation method.

Moreover, it is the kind that far outperforms the existing cultivation methods of the Spirit Hall in terms of efficiency!
(End of this chapter)