Legend of the Dragon King: I have been licking dogs for thousands of years, and now I am leaving.

Chapter 115 Angel God Qian Renxue

"Got it, let them in."

Le Zhengen thought for a moment and then nodded. It was obvious that Le Zhengyu had informed him in advance.

After a while, Lin Jiu and Qian Renxue were introduced by the soldiers.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Le Zhengen looked at them slightly. When he saw Qian Renxue, he suddenly frowned and felt a strange feeling.

Lin Jiudao: "Hello, Your Excellency Angel Douluo."

Le Zhengen withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and asked, "I don't know why you specifically asked Zhengyu to introduce you to me."

"But the old man puts his words first, neither the Holy Angel Family nor the Southern Legion have any intention to participate in the battles between other forces like you."

Lin Jiu smiled and said nothing. It seemed that this person had already expressed his attitude from the beginning. Obviously, the Southern Legion had no intention of having a say in the destruction of Shrek Academy, and was naturally not interested in other thoughts.

Since Le Zhengen took over the Southern Army 40 years ago, he has worked hard to reduce the number of soldiers in the army, but greatly enhanced the individual strength. The Southern Army's combat effectiveness is quite powerful, well-equipped, and not inferior to those directly under the War Temple. of the Central Corps.

But these big families in the south are also very disciplined. Because of the Southern Legion, the children of these big families will only join the army in the Southern Legion and never reach out further. Balanced with parliament.

Their Southern Legion is now very powerful and cannot destroy this finally smooth bowl of water. Otherwise, no one knows what will happen next.

Those who break the rules will always be destroyed by another new rule, so the current delicate balance is enough.

Lin Jiu didn't seem to care about his attitude at all, and said calmly: "Of course not. We are here just to discuss the issue of martial arts with His Excellency Angel Douluo."

"Martial spirit?" Le Zhengen narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped writing on official business, frowned slightly, and looked at Lin Jiu. He was about to say something, but his attention was absorbed by another bright holy light. The pen he used to handle official business slipped from his hand.

Qian Renxue released some breath, and the mark belonging to the angel on her forehead shone with a faint light, but this light was enough to surprise Le Zhengen.

The restlessness in his bloodline was constantly boiling, and Le Zhengen felt that his martial soul and bloodline were being attracted.

"Your martial soul?"

The perennially powerful Angel Douluo stood up excitedly, looked at Qian Renxue in shock, and spoke blankly.

Qian Renxue's eyes were cold, and she just nodded slightly. The golden light on her body shone, and an extremely sacred aura burst out, filling the whole room with light.

The Holy Angel Martial Spirit in Le Zhengen's body was unconsciously summoned, and bursts of golden light shone from his body. However, even with his Titled Douluo-level combat power, it seemed to be under Qian Renxue's light. A bit bleak.

"Seraphim?!"

Le Zhengen murmured to himself, his tone full of disbelief: "How is it possible? The angel god has fallen, and there are no more seraphs in the world."

Since the battle between the two gods 20,000 years ago, although the angel spirit has been passed down, without the blessing of the angel god's divine power, no one in the world can awaken the seraph spirit.

Although the Holy Angel Martial Spirit is already very powerful and can be considered a first-class super Martial Spirit, the Seraphim is a god-level Martial Spirit and can absolutely crush the Holy Angel Martial Spirit.

As the patriarch of the Angel Family, he is the one who has the most say when he sees this scene in front of him. Of course, he is also the most shocked.

But in Le Zhengen's disbelieving gaze, six golden wings appeared behind Qian Renxue, and the sacred and pure power lingered in the room, deeply shocking Le Zhengen. "Yes, Seraphim, they are really the legendary Seraphim." At this moment, Le Zhengen was completely sure that Qian Renxue's martial spirit in front of him was a Seraphim.

Le Zhengen's body couldn't stop trembling. It had been 20,000 years since the Seraphim reappeared in the world. This was extremely shocking to Le Zhengen, the contemporary patriarch of the Holy Angel Family who believed in the Angel God.

"I wonder what your surname is?" Le Zhengen's words were filled with words of respect. This was not only his respect for the Seraphim, but also his respect for the strong. He could clearly feel that Qian Renxue's behavior was absolutely unacceptable. Less than his strength.

What's more, Qian Renxue's martial soul is still a seraph, and its real combat power is probably even greater. After all, their holy angel martial soul has excellent combat power in front of other martial souls of the same level, let alone seraphs.

Qian Renxue said one word very coldly: "Qian."

Le Zhengen was stunned. As the patriarch of the Holy Angel Family, he certainly knew what this surname meant.

In contemporary times, even if no one in the entire Douluo Federation has the surname Qian, the root cause is that others don’t know it, so doesn’t he know it? It is because after the battle 20,000 years ago, the inheritance of the Angel family was almost cut off. They relied on others to change their names and survive, and the current Holy Angel family came into existence.

But with the fall of the Angel God, without the blessing of the Angel God, no one can awaken the Seraph Martial Spirit.

But today, the person standing in front of him possesses the seraph martial spirit, but also claims to be surnamed Qian. How can he not be shocked by this.

Could it be that there are other blood inheritances in the angel family, and the seraphs are not cut off from now on, but they just can't escape from the world?

Of course, this is just Le Zhengen's guess.

"But it was inherited from the seraph family of Wuhun Palace 20,000 years ago?"

Le Zhengen asked excitedly.

Qian Renxue shook her head: "No."

Le Zhengen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Jiu's smiling face, and suddenly became very confused. He could not guess any other possibilities.

Could it be that some unscrupulous descendant was messing around outside and gave birth to a child with a martial spirit that returned to his ancestors?

Before Le Zhengen could continue to think about the ethics drama, he heard Qian Renxue spit out a name indifferently.

"Qian Renxue."

When she said this name, Qian Renxue didn't have any pride or sense of belonging to her name. It was just like an inconspicuous code name. Lin Jiu could even feel her deep disgust for the name.

But on the contrary, this name set off huge waves in Le Zhengen's mind.

"Qian Renxue?!"

If he remembered correctly, in the battle between the two gods that year, the strong man from Wuhun Palace who faced off against the Poseidon Tang San was also the angel god who appeared at the most glorious moment of their angel family, and his name was Qian Renxue.

The most brilliant genius of that era!

Seraphim Qian Renxue, angel god Qian Renxue!

　Xue'er's plot has been completely thought out. This line is a little bit confusing, but the final ending must be good.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)