Chapter 391 When You Become Holy, Please Take Care of the Temple.

"Junior disciples must obey the orders of the Lord Saint!"

The two elders and the disciples said in unison.

Nodding, Ana looked at Zhang Xing, then looked at the five different dragons, and her originally dim expression gradually brightened.

"Zhang Xing, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sister Ana, why are you being so polite to me? We are a family, so we don't have to say two things. Just tell me if you have anything to do, and I will do it!"

Zhang Xing waved his little hand and said generously.

"Hehe!"

Ana laughed crisply. This child is so funny. He is the type of person who can climb to the sky if you give him a rope.

"Then I won't be polite to you. If one day my brother becomes a saint, he must take care of the Holy Temple of Light and can't let outsiders bully them."

"I hope my brother will grow up as fast as possible. Although I don't know your origins, I think my brother will become a saint within a hundred years!"

Clang!

As soon as the voice fell, the two elders fell to the ground in fear.

"Become... a saint..."

Swallowing hard, this is what they dream of, but they are afraid to think about it. They hope to reach that step, but they dare not take it.

In the past two hundred years, the thirteen elders deliberately slowed down their cultivation speed, just to drag out the time, and they dare not face the fact that the previous two elders disappeared.

Although Zhang Xing can reach the fourth step of the realm of truth and have the hope of becoming a saint, he has no resources and no power of his own. It is already the best that he can grow to the realm of the emperor.

But what senior Ana said, invisibly confirmed the probability of Zhang Xing becoming a saint, within a hundred years...!

Becoming a saint in eighty years is only eighty-seven years old, becoming a saint in sixty years is sixty-seven years old, becoming a saint in twenty years... twenty-seven years old!

Shaking his head hard, throwing away these shadowy thoughts, how is it possible, absolutely impossible.

For no reason, the younger he thought, he actually thought of Zhang Xing becoming a saint in his twenties, which is too absurd.

The eight paladins behind him all looked at Zhang Xing.

Shocked! Jealousy! Hostility! Resentment!

In short, none of them are good looks, and the weaknesses of human nature are exposed at this moment.

Why?

Why do you fancy him, Senior Ana, we are all elites of the temple, the eight saints, the future successors of the temple master, you look at us!

I feel unfair, he is just an outsider, you have taught him magic and formations, can't you teach us something?

"Please rest assured, Sister Ana, it is not difficult to become a saint, I will do it as soon as possible!"

Zhang Xing smiled indifferently, saying it easily.

But the eight saints twitched their eyes at the same time, and almost cursed, I go, you still want to do it as soon as possible, it's too light.

You think it's better to hurry up as soon as possible, you are too boastful.

The two elders did not have such unfair and contemptuous thoughts as them.

At the age of seven, he could easily kick Leonardo unconscious, and the eight saints here might not be his opponent.

When Zhang Xing reaches their age, can he kick us unconscious with one kick?

I dare not imagine, my mind is in tatters...

"Haha! Then sister will thank you here!"

Ana laughed very happily. If she could not die and live in the holy vessel forever, she could see her brother every ten years. It would be a happy thing.

Just when she thought of this, she suddenly felt that her mental power suddenly increased a little.

Ana was stunned. How could this happen?

After eight hundred years, her mental power has been so weak that it may die at any time. Why does she increase her mental power when she thinks of happy things?

Is it related to Zhang Xing?

No! Impossible!