In a simple word, in the ears of Flander, the master and others, it suddenly exploded in their minds like thunder, causing several people to spit out a mouthful of blood without being controlled, and their faces were pale.

Tang Hao, who was standing in front of them, was in a bad state at this moment. If you observe carefully, his robe would appear to be ragged when coming, and there were obvious cracks on his hands and blood even seeped out from it. There was a deep sword mark on his left chest, which was shocking.

"I can stay, but I must let my son Tang San go, otherwise even if I die, I will have to put on a few cushions."

Tang Hao did not talk nonsense, his eyes swept to the elder of the Wuhun Hall surrounding him, and finally fixed his eyes on the white-haired old man in the air, with the vigilance in his eyes becoming heavier.

"Just you deserve to negotiate terms with me?"

The white-haired old man looked majestic, and his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Tang Hao.

Seeing this, Tang Hao suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, since the great worshiper does not agree, I can only give it a try."

After saying that, a martial soul of Haotian Hammer, which was several times larger than that of the Haotian Hammer used by Tang San to condense the power of the seven monsters, appeared above Tang Hao's head. Then, nine soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and red appeared under his feet. When the ninth 100,000-year soul ring appeared, red patterns suddenly appeared from the huge Haotian Hammer. The 100,000-year red soul ring on Tang Hao's body suddenly lit up, and the black giant hammer suddenly turned completely red.

Staring at the old man with white hair, Tang Hao was ready to attack immediately. If he was alone, he could fight and escape. The old man with white hair was a little sure of escaping from the Spirit Hall, but the mistress and his future daughter-in-law were here, which also made him passive.

"Ignorance child, do you think I really can't take you?"

The white hair on Qiandaoliu's head was windless, and then a more terrifying breath of soul power suddenly stirred out of his body and radiated directly to the entire Pope's Hall. Then the Shrek Seven Monsters and Master Flander all fell into a coma in an instant. In addition to a few titled Douluo, the people outside the square also fainted on the ground.

With just his soul power, Tang Hao was sweating even after seeing it, but at this moment he could only hold on, slightly stretched his palm to hold the corner of the Super Haotian Hammer above his head, and the crazy look in his eyes kept surging, and he was obviously ready to fight to the death.

At such a crisis, an inappropriate figure appeared in the center of several people. Seeing the visitor, Qian Daoliu's extremely serious old face showed a hint of relaxation.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Ye Chen coming to remove his disguise, Tang Hao couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart: "Good boy, he can withstand the pressure of the Extreme Douluo with his Soul King's cultivation. Such qualifications are not inferior to my son."

"I am Tang San's brother, named Ye Chen, and Uncle Tang should know me too."

"It's you!"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Tang Hao suddenly remembered that there was a child in the Holy Soul Village who often played with Tang San, and the man's name was Ye Chen.

Thinking of this, Tang Hao couldn't help but urge the other party to leave the place quickly, but after Ye Chen greeted him, he looked at Qian Daoliu directly, and bowed with a chuckling on the corner of his mouth and said, "Great worship, can you give face? Let them go."

"you..."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Hao Tang suddenly felt a bolt from the blue. He dared to talk to an extreme Douluo like this, I was afraid he was impatient to live. Because he was Tang San's playmate when he was a child, I would rather save him.

Thinking in his heart, Tang Hao reached out and wanted to pull Ye Chen to his side, but before he could do it, the conversation between Qian Daoliu and Ye Chen suddenly shocked him.

"Boy, it's really just that you want to protect them. If it's someone else, I won't give this face."

"I am no one else. As for that person, I will have to discuss with her later. A big offering!"

As he said that, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the chrysanthemum and the two ghosts beside him. He seemed to have thought of something, and a helpless look on his face.

"Okay, since you don't mind, then I will agree to you." Qian Daoliu smiled and looked at Ye Chen, and his majesty instantly dissipated: "But you, kid, should you think clearly about your position in the future, and don't miss the big things because of a few outsiders. Also, be kind to Xiaoxue in the future, do you know?"

"I will definitely do it, I respectfully send you a great offering!"

Ye Chen bowed and bowed, watched Qian Daoliu wave his sleeves and left, then turned his gaze to Bibidong on the high wall of the Pope's Hall in the distance, and then said to Ju and Gui Douluo: "Please tell the two elders and let the Pope, and let go around Xiao Wu for my sake. I will take care of what happens in the future."

"Have you thought it through clearly? That's only 100,000 years..."

Before Ju Douluo finished speaking, he saw Ye Chen nodding with a smile. At this point, he and Gui Douluo couldn't help but look at Tang Hao deeply, and then turned around and flew towards the Pope Palace.

And after going there, he never came back to cause trouble, and the figure of Pope Bibidong also disappeared into the Pope's Hall.

Such a shocking scene made Tang Hao puzzled. He turned his hand and pulled Ye Chen. After looking at him very seriously, he couldn't help but wonder: "Who are you? Why can you tell the great worshippers of the Spirit Hall and the Pope? Why do they listen to you, a young boy?"

"Uncle Tang, you may not know. I have eaten the fruit of face, and anyone will give me a face."

Ye Chen laughed out loud when he said that, but Tang Hao watched him think about something and was seriously considering the "face fruit". It sounds like a fruit, but how could he have such magical abilities?

"Ye Chen, do you still have that fruit? Uncle wants to..."

"Stop, Uncle Tang, you are too good at taking jokes."

Looking at Tang Hao with a curious look, thinking that he wanted to protect himself in front of Qian Daoliu just now, Ye Chen couldn't help but forgive the other party's rude behavior in the competition in his heart. I guess he was also concerned that Tang San was killed by him and would interfere.

He smiled immediately, Ye Chen pointed to the unconscious Tang San, Flander and others, then helped Ning Rongrong and Zhu Qing to walk out of the Pope's hall, and then looked at Tang Hao who was following him seriously, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"You seem to have something to say to me."

Tang Hao observed that something was wrong with Ye Chen and asked immediately.

Hearing this, Ye Chen was also hard to explain. He knew clearly that the grudges and hatreds between Tang San's family and the Wuhun Hall were deep, and he also knew that Qian Daoliu stopped and did not kill Tang Hao, not because he was concerned about his face, but because Qian Daoliu knew that it was not Tang Hao who killed his son, but Bibi Dong.

The two people's misconfrontation over the years is also because of this.

Looking at Tang Hao, Ye Chen sorted out his language and then asked, "If I ask you to let go of your hatred for the Spirit Hall, can Uncle Tang do it?"

Hearing this, a soul-powered gust suddenly came out of Tang Hao's body, blew straight into the corner of Ye Chen's clothes, and then Tang Hao looked at him with a dark face, and said resolutely: "You are still young and don't understand the twists and turns. The grudge between me and the Spirit Hall has reached the point where I can't let go."

"No, this shouldn't be the case, Uncle Tang, please listen to me."
Chapter completed!