“Buzz…”

The huge bells echoed across the vast land.

The bell rang in the Forging Temple, and the sound was profound and profound, and the entire Holy Church of Light could be heard clearly.

Almost all the palace masters or powerful people with similar identities turned their eyes there, and everyone's faces were filled with strange colors.

Because all those with noble identities know what the bell represents.

In the Forging Temple, a powerful forging spirit master appeared again. The moment the bell rang, it was when His Majesty the Pope came in person.

The temple has opened its doors. Among the more than 20 forging masters, except for three masters who were forged in seclusion, the rest of the people were welcomed. Even the dwarf master Neuer, known as the strongest forging of the Holy Tribe, was no exception.

Of course, the three masters who were in seclusion had already entered the room for seclusion forging, so they had no idea about the recent changes in the temple.

If they knew that there was a new forging master and that His Majesty the Pope would come to the canonization in person, they would never go into seclusion and forging anything.

Ying Chengfeng has not been conferred a title by His Majesty the Pope, so he is not qualified to stand with these masters.

He stayed quietly in the temple and stood with a group of lord forgeators who were recognized by the temple masters.

Although he was surrounded by a rank-level forging spirit master, when Ying Chengfeng stood in the middle, everyone took a few steps back carefully, leaving him standing alone at the top.

This is because of strength.

Because everyone knows that this young man with only the Purple Gold Realm level is a forging master.

In the way of forging, he has the qualifications to guide everyone. So, not to mention that someone is standing in front of him, it is impossible to even ask someone to come out and stand side by side with him.

There are also strict classifications among the forging spirit masters. Their rules are so great that they are even more exaggerated than those of the knights.

Ying Chengfeng waited calmly, but he did not release his divine thoughts because in this occasion, he did not dare to do so.

However, I could hear clearly in my ears, and the bustling sound from outside the gate ahead gradually became louder.

After a moment, dozens of people surrounded an old man wearing a crown and walked in slowly.

Ying Chengfeng looked at it with a firm look that even the stupidest person could recognize the old man's identity at a glance in such an occasion.

Pope of the Glory.

This old man, who is not astonishingly, is actually His Majesty the Pope who dominates the entire Holy Church of Light and can communicate with the God of Light.

Behind His Majesty, in addition to the numerous forging masters, there are more than a dozen Templars following him.

The aura of these knights was extremely powerful. Although they all restrained their aura, Ying Chengfeng could feel a strong sense of tremor just after looking at them.

He had a feeling that these knights responsible for protecting His Majesty the Pope. Each of them had powerful powers that were no less than His Highness the Knight King.

"Master Win, Your Majesty is here."

Next to Ying Chengfeng, Tu Jianwei whispered.

The other lord forging spirit masters looked at Tu Jianwei with envious eyes. This guy is really good at managing, and he has a thick-skinned face.

Before Ying Chengfeng was enthroned, he had already established a relationship with this master with a great future.

Now, in the forging temple, everyone has the Tao of everyone, Tu Jianwei has become the spokesperson for Master Ying.

Although Tu Jianwei did not look back, he could sense the gaze of his companions looking at him.

There was a faint look of pride on his face, because he could sense that in these eyes, there was almost all envy, jealousy and hatred, without any contempt.

He believed that if others were given the same opportunity, they would firmly hold Ying Chengfeng's thighs like themselves and take this opportunity to soar.

Ying Chengfeng nodded slowly and he stepped forward and took a few steps.

Someone has long taught you what kind of etiquette you should use when facing the Pope.

Although Ying Chengfeng is very brave, he will never show anything unique at this time.

He bent down deeply and said respectfully: "Disciple Ying Chengfeng, welcome Your Majesty."

"Welcome to your Majesty."

Countless sounds then rang out, and a whole lot of kneeling down on the ground.

His Majesty the Pope raised his hand gently and said lightly: "Don't."

Ying Chengfeng straightened his body, and the others slowly stood up. However, except for Ying Chengfeng's daring to look up, the others lowered their eyes, as if they didn't even have the courage to look at His Majesty in front of His Majesty.

This was the first time Ying Chengfeng saw His Majesty the Pope. Under the dazzling crown, there was an old face.

Every wrinkle on the forehead seemed to be telling a vicissitudes of history. His Majesty's face had a dull smile, and the smile seemed to be like a spring breeze, which seemed to be able to blow into the heart and make people feel like spring breeze.

However, what really shocked Ying Chengfeng was the old man's eyes that looked like stars.

In those eyes, Ying Chengfeng saw a little darkness.

This pair of black eyes seemed to possess infinite magic power, which made people fall into it in one glance and could no longer extricate themselves.

Ying Chengfeng looked at the old man with a dazed look, and he seemed to see something in the other person's eyes.

This is a feeling that is indescribable. At this moment, he was devoted to all his spirit, as if he wanted to continue to watch forever.

"In you, I sensed the power of light."

Suddenly, a mellow sound came into my ears.

Ying Chengfeng's spirit was shocked and he woke up immediately. A cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his vest.

The look of the old man once again immediately became a hint of awe. Although he could not see the old man's strength, just these eyes were enough to scare anyone by him.

His Majesty the Pope smiled and looked over and said, "You are the child of light and the pride of our holy religion."

Behind the Pope, some people immediately let go of their worries.

His Majesty the Pope has a pair of wise eyes that can see through everything. Since he said that there is the power of light in Ying Chengfeng, then this little guy will definitely not be the descendant of the dark world.

From then on, no one will question Ying Chengfeng's identity again.

In fact, judging from the talent and strength shown by Ying Chengfeng in the forging, as long as he is not the absolute son of darkness, Pope Light will try his best to accept him.

Now the Pope's look is just a confirmation and summary.

Ying Chengfeng lowered his eyes and no longer dared to look at the old man easily. He whispered: "Your Majesty the Pope, my disciple is the descendant of the previous generation of the Knight King of the Holy Church. Today I am lucky to enter the Holy Land. If you want to return to the Holy Church, please help me."

His Majesty the Pope nodded slowly and said, "It's great to be in the spiritual realm and care about the Holy Church. It is because of your outstanding disciples that our Holy Church can flourish and continue to develop."

Ying Chengfeng's mouth slightly curled, and he thought to himself that it was really unexpected that the Holy Sect of Light also did these facade skills.

A day ago, His Majesty the Pope had sent someone to teach the etiquette and arranged this conversation.

At this time, Ying Chengfeng was just reciting according to the script.

In his heart, there is no admiration or loyalty to the Holy Church.

In fact, not only Ying Chengfeng is like this, but even the descendant of the former Knight King, Lingta, stayed away from the Holy Church.

Because when the knights found them, they did not bring any benefits to them, but instead wanted to obtain the spiritual realm of mountains and rivers.

With this, Ying Chengfeng would not have any favorability for the Holy Spirit of Light.

However, now the situation is stronger than others, Ying Chengfeng had no choice but to let go of his resentment towards the knight kings, and temporarily join the Holy Church, and use the Holy Church as a backing to protect his territory and treasures.

After a few words, His Majesty the Pope held Ying Chengfeng's hand intimately, and the two walked side by side into the palace hall.

Although the identity of the Forging Master is noble, it cannot be comparable to that of the Pope.

But today is different. His descendant of the Pope came to the forging temple to enfeoff for Ying Chengfeng, so no one would blame him for his usurpation today.

On the main hall, His Majesty the Pope nodded with satisfaction and said, "Ying Chengfeng, your loyalty has moved the God of Light, so you have found the Holy Church."

Ying Chengfeng lowered his head, and he was respectfully thought to himself, but he thought to himself that I had been in trouble for eight lifetimes before I came to the Holy Church.

"I, on behalf of the God of Light, accept you." His Majesty the Pope stretched out an old hand and gently tapped Ying Chengfeng's head, saying, "From now on, you will be a member of the Holy Church."

"Yes, thank you Your Majesty." Ying Chengfeng breathed lightly and said.

His Majesty the Pope continued: "The gods have known what you did in forging the temple." He smiled with a hint of relief on his face and said: "Under the guidance of the gods, you have gained forging power far beyond the same level. This is a great joy in our Holy Church."

Ying Chengfeng's eyelids twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, what does my forging technique have to do with the gods? This false god's face is too thick.

However, at this moment, the expression on his face was extremely pious, saying, "Everything is guided by the God of Light."

His Majesty the Pope waved his hand gently, and Kou Rui immediately stepped forward. On his hand, there was a plate carved from white jade, and on the plate, there was a wing of light.

This wing of light is the spirit weapon that day forged by Ying Chengfeng.

Although this item has been given to Wen Jing, Wen Jing naturally dedicated it without any complaints on this important occasion today.

"Ying Chengfeng, you have forged a holy weapon of heaven during the assessment." His Majesty the Pope looked kind, but his voice was loud and powerful: "Congratulations, from today on, you will be the forging master of the Holy Spirit of Light."
Chapter completed!