Chapter 55: Please ask Su Chen to be my Spirit Hall Holy Son

"Mr. Yin, what's wrong? Could it be that it's not even as good as the top ten core competitiveness of Wuhun?"

Light Ling Douluo crossed his arms and said.

He didn't believe that Su Chen could produce any theoretical research. This thing was not something that was born with talent. It required a lot of time, systematic study and even experience to accumulate, and it was something that could only be achieved through trial and error.

You are only six years old and you have some fart knowledge?

Unless you studied this in your last life, you still think about it in this life.

Thinking of something funny, he couldn't help but glance at Su Chen and said with a smile, "Mr. Yin, just say it. I think we can only bear it on our first day, hahaha."

"Don't make any noise, shut up!"

An angry shout resounded through the hall, and it was the old man known as Mr. Yin.

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

Light Ling Douluo's laughter stopped suddenly, and his handsome face suddenly became distorted.

Damn it, old guy, if you weren't familiar with the old pope, I would have killed you.

Mr. Yin's sudden anger caused an uproar in the hall, but the next moment, they realized something, their expressions changed, and they looked at the stack of papers with some surprise and Su Chen, who had remained calm so far.

etc.

There can't really be anything, right?

Ju Douluo clenched his fists even more at this moment, trembling slightly with excitement. Bibi Dong looked calm on the outside, but in fact he also nervously grasped the papal scepter.

And Guang Ling's expression also became gloomy.

He looked at the two soul bones and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

For a moment, the only sound left in the grand hall was the sound of turning pages.

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

Crash-!

Yin Lao flipped faster and faster, and the expression on his face became more and more complex.

Hesitation, shock, disbelief, and emotion were all flashing on his face, making everyone's hearts beat.

For the first time in so many years, they saw such rich expressions on this old man's face.

"call"

Finally, with much anticipation, the old man finished reading all the pages and let out a long sigh of relief.

"How about it? Does it have the level of the top ten core competitiveness of Wuhun?"

If it really had the level of Wuhun's top ten core competitiveness, this matter could barely be overcome.

After all, Su Chen was only six years old, and it was an exaggeration for a six-year-old to have such a level.

As for what I said before, I definitely can't do it. It's normal for children to talk arrogantly.

But if it was just a random fabrication, even a god like Su Chen wouldn't be able to save her.

But in the eyes of everyone, Mr. Yin shook his head.

"What, this."

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

Try your best, this kid is not even at this level and still so crazy, then no one can save him.

Others also shook their heads in disappointment.

I thought there was some big job, this is it?

Then why do you have so many expressions?

"Hahahaha, I'll just say it."

Compared to the disappointment of others, Light Ling Douluo felt a big stone dropped in his heart and laughed heartily. "About this."

"Why are you so anxious? I haven't finished speaking yet."

Mr. Yin rolled his eyes, ignoring the stiff and ugly Light Ling Douluo. He took a deep breath, looked at the paper in his hand with his old eyes full of passion, and raised it piously.

"The ten core competitivenesses of Wuhun are not worthy of carrying its shoes. I think this is the foundation of our Wuhun Palace's inheritance for hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand years!!"

"With it, Wuhun Palace will be able to dominate the mainland in the next ten or twenty years with its strength!!"

The old man's hands trembled with excitement, and he knelt on the ground, looking at Bibi Dong with burning eyes.

"Your Majesty, I propose that Su Chen be crowned the Holy Son of my Spirit Hall!!"

What! ! !

Mr. Yin's sudden enthusiasm startled everyone, and they looked at the old man kneeling on the ground in great shock.

Do you know what you are talking about?

Can something made by a six-year-old child be the foundation of my Wuhun Palace for ten thousand years, and even dominate the continent in twenty years?

Do you want to make Su Chen a holy son?

If this person wasn't Mr. Yin, they would definitely think he was a lunatic.

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

"You get up first."

Even Bibi Dong was shocked by this sudden turn of events, but in an instant, her strong psychological quality made her realize that this must be the little guy who had researched something extraordinary.

Sure enough, only you will never let me down.

The heart of the pope's head was beating fast, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

She forced herself to calm down, tapped her scepter, and a gentle soul force helped Mr. Yin up, "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."

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

"I know, you all think I'm crazy now, right? Third child, fourth child, you guys should come over and have a look. You'll know after reading it."

He waved, but there was no movement.

"The third and fourth child!"

Mr. Yin frowned and shouted angrily. The two old men just woke up from a dream. They swallowed and looked at each other. They quickly stepped forward and took the paper from Mr. Yin's hand tremblingly.

After a moment, the two of them were breathing rapidly, their faces turned red, and they waved their hands in excitement, "This, this is simply..."

"God bless my Wuhun Palace!!!"

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

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

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

Is this such an exaggeration?

What exactly is that

Everyone focused their attention on the stack of papers, feeling their mouths were dry and their throats were itchy.

It can barely be explained that Mr. Yin is not mentally healthy alone, but it is really impossible for the three of them to be together.

"Let me take a look too!!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but hurried forward and quickly glanced at the scene before his eyes widened.

"this"

"hiss--!!"

Several senior executives rushed forward with itchiness and began to shout and scream. Then they looked at Su Chen as if they were looking at a monster.

No, monster is no longer enough to describe it.

"The Holy Son descended from Heaven, this is definitely the Holy Son descended from Heaven!!!"

"That's right, otherwise how could something like this be born!"

More and more people came closer, and they all began to become a little crazy. Until a die-hard supporter of Light Ling Douluo approached and his expression began to change wildly, Light Ling Douluo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"show me!"

He could no longer suppress his restless heart, his soul power surged, and he reached out to get it, but unexpectedly, several figures blocked him in front.

"What do you mean?"

Guang Ling's face was cold, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the old man blocking him, especially the one at the head.

Mr. Yin!

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Guang Ling, this is the origin of my Wuhun Palace's eternal foundation. You have a history of attacking the Holy Son. It's better for you to stay away from this thing."

The old man showed no fear on his face and took a step forward without hesitation. He pushed his skinny chest forward and had the attitude of killing me if you can.

"you!!"

Guang Ling Douluo was so angry that he almost spurted blood. He pointed at Su Chen angrily, "He is not the Holy Son yet! And how do I know if you are united?"

But before he finished speaking, he felt that he had made a mistake.

If Bibi Dong had the ability to get all these people to act with her, would there still be a chance for him to appear?

"Show me, I promise not to do anything!"

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

"Oh well."

Mr. Yin took a step back, thought for a moment, and it seemed to make sense. He hesitantly handed the paper in his hand to him, "Be careful, don't break it."

Me. Grass!

Light Ling Douluo almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

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

At this moment, he only felt extremely humiliated.

As a worshiper of Wuhun Palace, when has he ever been so doubted and humiliated?

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

"I want to see you"

Guang Ling squinted his eyes, glanced up and down, and was stunned.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his thinking was stiff 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 dwarfs the efficiency of Wuhun Palace’s existing cultivation methods!