Zhao Qiankun pointed out his identity, but the Pope was not surprised. He just looked at Zhao Qiankun lightly and smiled: "If I guess correctly, you are the mysterious strong man mentioned in Joan of Arc's report, who really defeated the Demon King of Hell?"

"I don't know what that girl wrote..." Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "But we are indeed friends!"

"Hahaha..." The Pope nodded: "At first I doubted the authenticity of the Joan of Arc's report, but after seeing your test-passing dish, I really gained insight... I really have someone outside of it..."

"God Pope, can't it just come to me to give me a compliment, right?" Zhao Qiankun was tired of flattery for his face.

"Haha... I'm old and I can't help but talk a little longer..." Haiwen Xingchen shook his head: "I came this time mainly because I want to invite Mr. Zhao to meet the mysterious hermit with us."

"Oh?" Zhao Qiankun looked at the old pope in surprise: "You have waited for so many opportunities to get, and want to share them with me?"

The Pope smiled and waved his hand: "What come first and then come? I came this time to get more information about the invasion of the demons. I believe Mr. Zhao should also have this purpose. It is for the mainland, for humanity, and for the safety of the main world. I think it is better not to divide the order. Everyone is open and open and brainstorm, isn't it better?"

Zhao Qiankun nodded after hearing this: "It makes sense... Although I didn't come for the sake of the devil, I agree with your point of view... Have you made an appointment with the hermit?"

"Just tomorrow morning, the disciples of the hermit will come and take us there. The people who are allowed to meet the hermit will only give five places. In addition to the four of us, we will decide to give you the last place!"

"Thank you then!" Teacher Zhao Qiankun accepted calmly, and the big radish's face was neither red nor white.

"But then again, I have something a little confused..." Zhao Qiankun looked at the pope and suddenly asked: "As the most noble person in Sicarlo State, the ruler of the Starry Vatican, and the dignified legendary master, why did you condescend to such a small island where birds do not shit and ask an unknown hermit?"

"So didn't I come anonymously?" The Pope stretched out his hands and showed his ordinary priest suit: "And speaking of it, what rulers and the Holy See are just an illusory name. Our Starry Vatican is the belief of the entire continent and the billions of people, and the sustenance of the soul in everyone's hearts. Therefore, we must be strong, sacred, and lofty! Therefore, we cannot show our weaknesses or fatigue. As the representative of the Holy See, the Pope must always be above and sacred and inviolable!"

"But I'm just a human after all!" The Pope shook his head powerlessly: "Legends have been made into gods walking on earth, but after all, they are not real gods... And even a real mythical powerhouse has times that are beyond the reach of power. Don't forget that according to the records of "Desperate Age", there are at least seven myths in hell!"

"This is not a power that a noble religion and a pope can resist! For the sake of the main world, for mankind, and for the Carlo continent, what's wrong with what I call condescending and seeking advice..."

Zhao Qiankun clapped his hands: "Good mind! Okay, then tomorrow morning, I will go to your residence. Let's see together, this mysterious hermit worthy of the condescending of the Pope!"

After the people from the Holy See left, Zhao Qiankun looked up at the beautiful building surrounded by green trees and waterfalls in the deepest part of the valley. He couldn't help but pick on the corner of his mouth.

The next morning, he came to the Holy See and found a man in a coarse cloth robe had already been waiting at the door.

"You are Mr. Zhao Qiankun..." The man nodded slightly: "I am the disciple of Mr. Hermit. You can call me Gala. The guests of the Starry Godhead said that there is still one quota left, so it should be you..."

"You came early enough!" Zhao Qiankun nodded. When he entered the door, he saw that the four of the Popes were ready, so he greeted them, followed Gala together, and walked towards the deepest part of the valley.

Following the path, through the woods, bypassing the waterfall, and after review by several disciples guarding the door, the group finally officially entered the residence of the hermit.

The tall wooden house has very simple furnishings, just about the same as those simple bamboo house guest rooms. In the middle of the main hall, an old man in a white robe sat on the ground, busy making tea. Looking at his appearance, he had a high nose and deep eyes, and had clear edges and corners, and was obviously a Westerner. Opposite him, there was a beautiful oriental woman with a beautiful appearance and a lazy expression.

To be honest, after coming in, the Pope and others were a little hesitant. Because they couldn't tell which one was the hermit. Although the traditional concept made them imagine the hermit as an old man, there were buildings and furnishings everywhere here, which made them instinctively feel that the hermit should be an oriental person.

Which Western men or Eastern women is the correct answer?

The Pope and others were still struggling, and Zhao Qiankun had already stepped forward and headed straight for the lazy beautiful woman.

He saw that? That woman was the hermit? When everyone in the Holy See was surprised, Zhao Qiankun stood in front of the beautiful woman with his hands on his hips: "I still think, this hermit, what kind of distinguished guests can be so grand that he can leave the Starry Hall aside. It turns out that it is what charming you?"

The beautiful woman giggled when she heard this: "How can I be so charming that I can charm this old antique! But you, Boss Zhao, have a problem, are you here to ask him?"

Everyone in the Holy Temple was shocked when they heard this. The beautiful woman was originally a guest of the hermit? And she sounded quite familiar with Zhao Qiankun. What is this...

Zhao Qiankun smiled and turned to look at the hermit: "You can become an old man. It seems that this hermit is older than he looks..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a murderous aura came from the back room, pointing directly at Zhao Qiankun. Then a snow-white figure rushed out in the air and raised his hand to grab Zhao Qiankun's throat!

Zhao Qiankun was not in a hurry and raised his hand to summon a few vines and entangled the figure in the air, but saw white smoke rising up, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the vines actually entangled it!

Almost at the same time, the figure flashed behind Zhao Qiankun, and his five fingers' nails skyrocketed, and he grabbed Zhao Qiankun's sky spirit cover!
Chapter completed!