Xishu Trip – Douluo

Sex? Wouldn't your legend just now be true? "

"Well, after all, ghost sparrows are so rare. If I make a wrong judgment, it is possible. Go back and ask the teacher?" Tang San lifted Azi up and looked at him before placing him on his shoulder.

"Um."

The three of them went straight back to the academy and found the master. A Zidu stayed quietly on Tang San's shoulders along the way.

The author has something to say: huh, I’m awesome [can make up my mind]

☆One hundred and nineteen

After returning to the academy, the master compared the various books in his hand and confirmed that this ghost bird named Azi by Luo Qingchen was not actually a thousand-year soul beast, but a badly damaged one that had just broken through ten thousand years. The Wannian Soul Beast.

Xiao Wu said that with more than 30,000 gold coins, he bought a well-behaved ten-year-old soul beast. Luo Qingchen's luck is no one. Meeting Xiaochen's luck, let alone the bird of bad luck, it is estimated that the **** of bad luck will come. It's not a big deal.

Luo Qingchen fully ignored Xiao Wu's words and played a few songs to help A Zi simply sort out his spirit power.

A very interesting scene appeared in the academy that day. You can always see beautiful and noble purple birds falling on the black-haired boy. The white-haired boy next to the black-haired boy whispered like flattering, several times I wanted to fall. On the shoulders of the white-haired young man, he was stared back with disgusted eyes by the white-haired young man. He had to stand on the shoulders of the black-haired young man and screamed at the black-haired young man aggrievedly.

That night, after Luo Qingchen once again expressed his dissatisfaction with Tang San for his personal risk, he picked it up and gently put it down under the piano score that Tang San took out, but wanted to hug Tang San. He sternly refused, saying that he would not stay with someone who didn't take his life seriously, and then went to practice, leaving Tang San to laugh and cry, and it was a lesson.

...Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Sitting on the sofa in the hall, Ning Rongrong kept shaking his slender legs, his red lips were almost ready to hang the soy sauce bottle.

After returning for most of the day, but her father was nowhere to be seen, the excitement in her heart has gradually faded.

Opposite Ning Rongrong, an old man with a withered face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still surprising. He is not that strong with extremely swollen muscles, but the whole body frame is surprisingly large.

The sofa that was already very spacious for him to sit on was obviously much smaller.

The clothes seemed to be completely supported by bones. The muscles and skin were dry and the eye sockets were sunken. If you see it at night, it looks like a huge skeleton. The few white hairs on the head are as ugly as they are on the scalp.

"My little princess, don't be angry. Your father is probably coming back soon." The withered old man put down his teacup and said to Ning Rongrong.

His voice was very hoarse, like falling leaves in the wind, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Rongrong jumped off the sofa and ran to sit down on the lap of the withered old man. Compared with the old man with huge skeleton, she was like a doll at this moment. He raised his hand and grabbed the gray hair on the withered old man's head, "I don't care. I have been walking for so long, and finally came back, but my father is not there. He deliberately avoided me, right? Grandpa Bones, you want to be my master. "

The dry skin on the face of the withered old man twitched, and he was a little bit dumbfounded: "My little princess, don't toss the withered grass on your bone grandfather's head anymore, otherwise, I will really become a bald head. I was even made fun of by the **** of your Grandpa Jian. You let me be the master, what should I do, is there anyone in the sect that can provoke you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while, and said, "Hum, no matter, anyway, when my father comes back, I must let him send me some good things so that I can calm down. Grandpa Bones, you have to help me speak."

The withered old man was forced to nod again and again for the few remaining hairs on his head. He is like this, if he is seen by people in the spirit master world outside, I don't know how surprised he will be. Known as the most secretive among Title Douluo, Bone Douluo was actually made like this by a little girl, I am afraid that no one would believe it.

"I knew that Grandpa Bones was the best." Ning Rongrong didn't seem to think the old Bones grandpa in front of him was ugly at all, so he kissed him **** the cheek, and then jumped off his legs.

Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, Bone Douluo's eyes showed a warm pamper. Ning Rongrong could be said to have grown up, and this little witch's surname was almost him and Ning. Rongrong's other grandfather Jian was brought up by two people.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is it, Rongrong, come out quickly and let my father see." At this moment, the rescuer finally came.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was first excited and wanted to meet him, but immediately realized that he was still angry.

The Bone Douluo on the sofa who looked cute and pretty was amused for a while.

An elegant middle-aged man walked into the hall accompanied by an old man in white clothes. The face can only be regarded as ordinary, but under that peaceful appearance, it is an inviolable majesty, and this person is also Ning Rongrong’s father, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles, who enjoys one of the first auxiliary soul masters in the mainland. Said Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter at a glance, and hurried up, "Girl, why are you turning your back to Dad. It's been almost a year, Dad thinks you are thinking too hard!"

Ning Rongrong turned around fiercely, "Miss me? That's blame. You wish I was not at home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter's anger, and couldn't help feeling pity. He sat down on the sofa first, and reached out to hug her daughter. Who knows, but Ning Rongrong turned around and avoided him.

Without hugging his daughter, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help being shocked. Although he was an auxiliary spirit master, the huge spirit power of more than seventy levels also had a very strong transformation on his body, much stronger than ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his Martial Spirit, which is also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged him casually at this time, his speed was not slow, and his daughter would easily dodge it.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran to the white-clothed old man and threw himself into his arms, "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss for you. Ooo..." After a long absence with his family, Ning Rongrong is still A little girl, excited, burst into tears.

The white-clothed old man hurriedly hugged her little body with regret, "Hey, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too! I can't think of it."

Ning Rongrong raised his head, "Really?"

The old man in white sternly said: "Of course it is true. If you don't believe me, ask your bone grandfather."

Ning Rongrong blinked his big clear eyes, "However, Grandpa Bone told me just now that he is a little bit more than you think I think."

"He farts." The white-clothed old man didn't show any face to the withered old man. "It's obviously that I want you more."

"You just fart." The withered old man abruptly stood up from the sofa. His horrible height was nearly 2.5 meters, and his hoarse voice made him look even more horrible.

"Not convinced? Go, find a place to go single." The white-clothed old man straightened his chest and glared at him without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian and Uncle Bone, you've been fighting for a lifetime, Rong Rong has just returned, so forget it today." Ning Fengzhi looked at the two old men in front of him helplessly.

"Humph." The white-clothed old man and the withered old man snorted almost at the same time. No one looked at each other, their eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's big eyes rolled around and said, "I have a way to prove that the two grandpas miss me more."

Ning Fengzhi patted his forehead and said to his heart, the little witch is a little witch after all, and the house is full of excitement when she comes back. He couldn't help saying, "Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Rongrong stuck his tongue out at his father. She was obviously not afraid of this father at all, otherwise she would not have the title of Little Witch. You ran back far away, but you were not at home. Two grandpas, let’s do this. You both give Rongrong a gift. Whose gift Rongrong likes better is whoever wants Rongrong to think more."

"Uh..." The two old men glanced at each other, thinking at the same time how this trick is again.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Okay, Rongrong, come over and let Dad see. Who said Dad doesn't want you. Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you are not obedient, the gift will be gone."

"Gift? What is it?" When Ning Rongrong heard the word gift, Ning Rongrong was obviously aroused, and ran to his father in two steps.

Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand and hugged his daughter, but who knew that Ning Rongrong's body was turning again, and he still easily moved away from his hand, and pouted his little mouth and said, "Get the present first, otherwise Don't give me a hug."

This time, Ning Fengzhi was not only surprised, and the two old men couldn't help but glance at each other in surprise.

Due to the special surname of Qibao Glazed Glass Tower, even Title Douluo couldn't tell how much her spirit power was.

Ning Fengzhi moved in his heart and asked, "Rongrong, first tell dad how much soul power you have. If you make progress, dad can give you gifts."

When he heard his father ask about his spirit power, Ning Rongrong suddenly became proud, "Dad, my qualifications are much better than you. This year, I have not been a lazy partner, and my spirit power has not grown much, so I just grew carelessly. It's level eleven."

"So little, Rong Rong, you have to work hard. Wait, how much do you say?" Ning Fengzhi was too familiar with his daughter. Since childhood, what Ning Rongrong hates most is cultivation. Although he is very talented, But I'm always forced to practice for a while. There are also various benefits in exchange.

When he realized that Ning Rongrong was talking about level 11, his face was already full of unbelief.

Ning Rongrong blinked his eyes wide and looked at his father innocently, "I said level 11! It is indeed a little bit less, but I will work hard."

Ning Fengzhi's voice slightly changed, "Level 11? Level 27 when you left. So, it's level 38 now? You won't lie to Dad."

Ning Rongrong said, "Bad father, don't believe people. Although Rongrong was a bit naughty before, he never lied. If you don't believe me, let the two grandfathers see." His little hand stretched out.

The white-clothed old man held Ning Rongrong's hand, and after a while, his face was already amazed, "Fengzhi, that's right, this girl's spirit power is at level 38. This is incredible. I have never I've heard of anyone who can increase his spirit power by as much as ten levels in a year. Even the kid who was hailed as the youngest Title Douluo at the beginning can't do it. Could it be that our family Rongrong is really a genius? Or that Shrek. The college is so powerful."

The author has something to say: unscientific, no one complained about the name of the chapter I was so troubled with in the previous chapter? !

☆One hundred and twenty

The author has something to say: Drifting~Over~

I changed some details and added a bit of complaints, but there is no important point.

Ning Rongrong said curiously: "Grandpa Jian, how did you know that I went to Shrek Academy?"

The white-clothed old man smiled and said, "How could I not know? You are our dearest treasure. Your whereabouts have always been in your father's control."

Ning Fengzhi's face had become solemn at this time, and he and the two family Keqings in front of him couldn't be more clear about the spiritual master's cultivation process.

If a spirit master wants to improve his cultivation level, he must move forward steadily, and once he is too impatient, his life will be in danger.

And in the soul master world, there is also a wicked cultivation method, at the cost of one's own vitality in exchange for a faster increase in strength. He never hoped that his daughter was taught this kind of cultivation method at Shrek Academy.

If that's the case... Thinking of this, Ning Fengzhi's eyes already showed a sense of murder.

The white-clothed old man and the withered old man obviously also thought of this possibility, and their faces sank at the same time.

Ning Rongrong looked at the two grandfathers in front of him, then at his father, and said inexplicably, "What's the matter with you? Why are you not talking anymore?"

Ning Fengzhi stood up and walked in front of her daughter, "Rongrong, you immediately explain all the training in Shrek Academy this year. There can be no omissions. I want to know why you can improve so fast."

If the daughter really cultivates that evil method, it will only take one year after all. As the dean of the auxiliary soul master, maybe there is still a way to save it.

Ning Rongrong looked at his father inexplicably, "Dad, are you okay? People don't practice well, you say I'm lazy, and they have improved so much soul power now, why are you nervous again?"

Ning Fengzhi said sternly: "I'm afraid you will go astray. Dad didn't joke with you. Hurry up and tell me the process of your cultivation."

Although Ning Rongrong is usually not afraid of his father, if Ning Fengzhi wants to be serious, she is still afraid, "I secretly ran to Shrek Academy, and after joining the Academy, I realized that I was the weakest one..."

At the moment, Ning Rongrong began to talk about it when he entered Shrek Academy, telling the process of his cultivation in Shrek Academy, and briefly described them in the Shrek Eight Monsters.

When Ning Rongrong talked about the Shrek’s eight monsters' rejection of him at the beginning, the withered old man beside him couldn’t help but said, “Rongrong, you’re not mistaken. There are children about the same age as you. powerful?"

Ning Rongrong smiled and said, "I know you don't believe it. Our Dean Flanders has a famous saying. Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not ordinary people. He calls us little monsters."

The white-clothed old man said: "If it's like what you said, then you little guys are really little monsters. Shrek Academy really deserves its reputation. But that's it, I don't believe what he can teach you in a year. The inner soul power has increased by ten levels."

Ning Rongrong said: "Listen to me..." She also explained how the master came to Shrek Academy and started training them. Listening to her description, Ning Fengzhi and the two old men gradually showed a daze, and at the same time they couldn't help but secretly admire them.

Ning Rongrong always said that he entered the New Shrek Academy to practice, "...that is, three or four months ago, after I broke through the 30th level, with the help of the teachers, I obtained my third spirit ring."

"Wait." Ning Fengzhi interrupted Ning Rongrong's words, "That master is indeed a human being. Under his guidance, your spirit power will increase to three or four levels a year. I think it's normal. I am very much. Admire his special training for you. But according to what you said, you were still at level 31 three months ago, but after three months you have reached level 38. What is going on?"

Ning Rongrong smiled mysteriously: "Actually, half a month ago, I was still at level 31, and the next seven levels almost improved in one day."

"Rongrong, don't frighten Grandpa." The withered old man couldn't help but his eyes widened. But he knew that the faster the improvement of that kind of evil practice, the greater the consumption of vitality. It would take decades of vitality to upgrade to level seven in a day.

Ning Rongrong chuckled and said, "What are you doing? I originally wanted to surprise you, but it turned out to be panic. In fact, it's nothing. I just took a special herb to improve. So much strength."

"Medicinal herbs?" Ning Fengzhi asked nervously, "What herbs?"

Ning Rongrong said: "My third brother said, it seems to be called'Qiluo Tulip', it is a rare fairy product."

Ning Fengzhi searched carefully in his mind and turned to the two old men beside him: "Qiluo Tulip? Uncle Jian and Uncle Bone, have you heard of this herb?"

The two old men shook their heads at the same time, their faces blank. The withered old man said: "Perhaps, only the old poison from Dugu Bo knows about it. No, Fengzhi, we must quickly check Rongrong’s physical condition. If her spirit power increases at the expense of life force, we have to Hurry up and find a way."

"Grandpa Bone, I said it, don't be nervous. My third brother said that those herbs are immortal products that absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and they have the effect of strengthening the foundation and cultivating vitality. Not only will they not hurt the body, but they will also strengthen. The foundation. Forget it, I won’t hide it anymore. Let’s show you the real surprise. After reading this, you won’t doubt it anymore."

While talking, Ning Rongrong slowly raised his right hand, and the dazzling colorful light began to gather in her palm.

Seeing the light condensed in his daughter's palm, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a little weird, but for a moment he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The dazzling pagoda appeared in Ning Rongrong's right hand in the circling of two yellow and one purple, and three spirit rings. The dazzling brilliance suddenly made the hall brighter.

Before Ning Fengzhi took a closer look, the white-clothed old man next to him had already exclaimed, "Nine floors and nine colors, nine-treasure glazed glass tower?"

"What?" Ning Feng was shocked. He finally knew what he thought was weird. It was the color in the palm of Ning Rongrong's palm when he released the martial soul. It was different from the original seven colors. There were two more colors. The color has become as many as nine colors, and now the pagoda in her palm has nine layers?

As the strongest auxiliary martial soul, in fact, the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect has always had a secret, and this secret appeared on their martial soul.

God is fair, the role of Qibao Glazed Glass Pagoda Martial Spirit on the battlefield is really terrifying, so it also has flaws.

The reason why the Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda is called Qibao is not only because it has seven layers, but more importantly, this Wuhun can only hold seven spirit rings. Two less than any other Wuhun. This is also the important reason why Ning Fengzhi, as the Sect Master, has still only had a seventy-ninth level of spirit power until now, unable to break through to the next level.

In the legend of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, if there is a special opportunity, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can evolve into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which will not only strengthen the foundation of the soul master itself, but also have a broader space. Once the spirit master with the Nine Treasure Glazed Glass Tower reaches the level of the Nine Ring Titled Douluo, then he can have the title of auxiliary god. On any battlefield will have the strength to turn things around.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi no longer needs to worry about his daughter. The appearance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Glass Pagoda has proved that Ning Rongrong's vitality has not been reduced, but has greatly increased, and the foundation has become extremely stable. At this moment, the Sect Master of Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles was already completely shocked by another kind of shock. He couldn't think that the dream of his life had been realized in his daughter. The happiness came so suddenly that he was completely sluggish at this time.

Ning Fengzhi was not only excited, but the emotions of the two old men also became extremely excited. The two looked at the pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Baoguang disappeared, and Ning Rongrong took back his martial spirit, "Now you should believe what I said. How could the third brother harm me? Not just me, but each of us got a kind of immortal herb. Everyone’s spirit power has improved a lot. Boss Dai, Brother 3, Xiao Wu, Xiao Chen, Xiao Qing have even broken through the forty level. The oldest Boss Dai is only 16 years old, and the youngest Xiao Qing has just reached thirteen. Soon. But the most perverted person is Xiao Chen, eh." Ning Rongrong nodded at the end of speaking.

"Qiro Tulip, Qiluo Tulip. What kind of treasure is that? It can help my Rongrong raise Qibao to Nine Treasures. Such a herb can definitely be regarded as a fairy product."

Ning Fengzhi was still immersed in the shock brought by Qiluo Tulips. The Bone Douluo on one side was more interested in the other people Ning Rongrong said: "Rongrong, you said that so many of you are going to be forty? How many are already forty?"

"Yes," Ning Rongrong shook his fingers: "Boss Dai, Brother 3, Xiao Wu, Xiao Qing, the four of them just broke through forty before I went home and had not had time to obtain the spirit ring, Xiaoao was level 39, Fatty 38 Level, well, I’m still the lowest level by all.” At this point, she puffed up her mouth.

"Then what you said... Xiao Chen?" Jian Douluo was also a little interested.

☆One hundred and twenty-one

Ning Rongrong heard that his shoulders completely collapsed, "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Bone, don't you know that Xiaochen is a real monster, that guy is only thirteen years old now, he is at the forty-eighth level!"

Ning Fengzhi, who was immersed in his own world, was also shocked: "Thirteen years old! Forty-eighth level?!"

"Yeah, this is the real monster!" Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, "You don't know, there are so many Title Douluos behind Xiaochen-so many! At least not less than ten!"

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked at each other suspiciously, and finally Bone Douluo said, "Then what kind of friend is your friend? Isn't it a beast spirit to cultivate so fast? What's the name? Does it come from some hidden Sejong? The door?"

"Well, I don't know if there is a hidden Sejong Sect behind Xiao Chen, but," Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes, "You are wrong, Xiao Chen is a Soul Tool Master, and his full name is Luo Qingchen."

The three of them searched in their minds for the surname Luo of the hidden Sejong Sect disciple.

"Dad, didn't you say you want to give me a gift? Take it out quickly!" Ning Rongrong didn't care about the entanglement of a few people, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ning Fengzhi. After all, in her eyes, Luo Qingchen not only valued their fellowship, but also a complete sound idiot. Even the little witch of herself is much better than him in common sense of life!

Ning Fengzhi reached out and took out a small box, "This is what I bought at the auction house today. This weapon [Yes, the soul guide with wind blade] only needs very little soul power. —Huh, Rongrong, why do you look at Dad with such a look?"

"Hmph," Ning Rongrong raised his chin, "Dad, you are still using this old-fashioned Soul Guidance Device, it's down~"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's proud look, Ning Fengzhi was also amused: "Then Rongrong and Dad talk about how to stay up-to-date."

Ning Rongrong rolled up his sleeves, revealing the silent sleeve arrow on his left wrist, "Look."

"Well," Ning Fengzhi looked at the thing on Ning Rongrong's slender wrist that looked like an ornament, and fell silent for a while, and touched Ning Rongrong's head and said earnestly: "Rongrong, you can't just because this soul guide is not good-looking. Use decorations to fool dad..."

Ning Rongrong pursed his mouth with anger, "It's not an ornament!" As he said, his left hand pointed to the ground.

Ding Ding Ding—

The three sleeve arrows sank into the smooth marble floor, leaving three small holes.

Ning Fengzhi now looked squarely at the gadgets in Ning Rongrong's hand.

Ning Rongrong took out another small box and pointed to one side of the wall, "I'm optimistic~"

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi (the small box in Ning Rongrong's hands) followed by a series of dense tinkles that sounded ten meters away from the wall.

Sword Douluo stepped forward and took a breath after seeing the situation clearly, "What a domineering weapon."

The steel needle, about three inches long, fell into half of the steel plate, and the tail of the needle was still trembling violently, and the blue-blooming color of the steel needle could tell the poisonousness contained in it. Such penetrating power is no longer what ordinary spirit masters can resist.

"Rong Rong, this is—" Ning Fengzhi was shocked and speechless for a moment. These two weapons were indeed much better than the Soul Guidance Device in his hand.

"This little box is innuendo, and the one I have is called Silent Xiujie. These two are the most common ones. There are several more powerful ones on my body. This time I come back, one is because I miss you, and there is one more thing. , I’m just going to ask Dad whether these hidden weapons can be fitted to the direct family members of our family. If they are used well, they can be very powerful."

"Rongrong, where did you get these weird weapons?"

"Well, the third brother did it."

"This is what your third brother did?" Ning Fengzhi inhaled slightly, his eyes showing a certain dignified brilliance, "I really want to know what kind of genius you third brother are."

The white-clothed old man said with great conviction: "If he is really so good, maybe he can be our grandson-in-law's candidate."

Ning Rongrong rolled his eyes when he heard the words and said, "The third brother is very famous."

"Huh, our Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. It is an honor for him to marry him. Is there anyone better than our Rongrong?" Bone Douluo opened his eyes.

"Of course there is," Ning Rongrong shrugged, "We Xiaochen are very good, hey, it's a pity that we have been taken away by the third brother. The two have long been together."

Ning Fengzhi and the three of them couldn't help falling into silence when they heard the words, this Tang San was unexpectedly courageous.

At this moment, looking at the silence of the three of them, even Ning Rongrong himself was somewhat surprised that Oscar's handsome face that even women would be jealous appeared in his mind. Even though he was not as fierce as Dai Mubai, not as comprehensive as Tang San, and not as dazzling as Luo Qingchen, but whenever Ning Rongrong thought of Oscar being a human shield for himself, his heart throbbed. However, the rules of the family are not even she dare to violate easily.

"Go, go outside, try to show me the hidden weapons you brought back."

"OK!"

The four came into the courtyard. Ning Fengzhi ordered no one to enter the courtyard without his instructions. Then he said to his daughter, "Rongrong, how would you like to try?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while, and ill-intentioned eyes fell on her two grandfathers, "Grandpa Jian, let's try it. You are so powerful, so you won't hurt you."

The white-clothed old man smiled slightly and said, "That's not necessarily true. Your grandpa sword is not as strong as your grandpa bones."

The withered old man curled his lips in disdain, "You stubborn man, then I'll come."

The white-clothed old man glared at him, "Like you, you're still enthusiastic. While going, I'll accompany our little princess. Girl, let's use that hidden weapon. Grandpa's defense is all it takes."

Ning Rongrong smiled and said, "Okay!" Flicking his wrist, the Soul Guidance Device bracelet on his wrist flashed slightly, and the foot-long Zhuge God Crossbow had fallen into his palm.

Naturally, she didn't need to consider whether she would hurt the white-clothed old man in front of her. The two old men in front of her could be said to be the Qingtian Baiyuzhu of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. The old man in white was titled a sword, and his fame was heart-warming. Known as the strongest attacking Title Douluo, his spirit power is as high as ninety-sixth rank. The withered old man was titled Bone, named Gu Rong, and was known for his treacherous changes. Soul power is as high as ninety-five ranks, which is the second strongest person in the world. Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect can always be ranked among the top of the seven families, although it is related to its own super auxiliary martial soul, but it is absolutely inseparable from the support of these two titled Douluos.

Wuhundian commented on the Seven Treasure Glazed Glazed Sect in this way. When the sword intersects with the bone, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Glazed Sect Master appears, the light that flickers will be invincible.

Just ask, how many of the two titled Douluos of the Power Attack System can fight against them with the help of the strongest auxiliary Wuhun Qibao Glazed Tile Tower?

The white-clothed old man, that is, Jian Douluo Chen stood with his hand in his hand, looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile, and signaled that she could start.

Ning Rongrong was also not polite, and quickly set Zhuge God's crossbow on the machine, with a sonorous sound.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes always fell on her daughter. Just when Jihuang was about to get better, suddenly, Ning Rongrong's left wrist moved slightly, and three shadows shot out silently, and the finished font shot towards Chen Xin's chest. .

"Good come." Jian Douluo Chenxin didn't see any movement. When the three silent Xiuji arrows were about to be shot in front of him, suddenly, the air seemed to be slightly distorted, and the three Xiuji arrows solidified in the air at the same time. At the next moment, it was divided into six petals and fell to the ground, each of which was cut apart.

That is the sword energy, the sword energy bursting out of the body. He didn't even use Wuhun.

And at the moment when the three silent shroud arrows quietly landed, the strong buzzing opposite to them was silent, accompanied by the sonorous metal sound, and sixteen inky iron crossbow arrows spurted out of the Zhuge God's crossbow. As soon as the clanging sound rang, the crossbow arrow had already reached Jian Douluo in an instant.

The white-clothed old man Chen Xin was slightly startled, and subconsciously raised his right hand. With decades of rich combat experience, he could feel the strength of the opponent's attack from the clues. How could a person who is good at attacking ignore the opponent's attack?

Pointing like a knife, the right palm was turned up, and the air seemed to be torn apart, and the white air current was rolled out of the palm. At that moment, it was as if a huge sword crossed in front of him.

Dangdangdangdang—the intensive roar sounded one after another, and sixteen ripples splashed on the white light cut by Sword Douluo, and the sword energy swept across his palm. The moment when the old force had just gone to the new force, Ning Rongrong left hand It was wiped from her chest, and accompanied by a fine buzzing, a puff of mist spewed out from the gap in her chest, and went straight to Sword Douluo.

Chen Xin froze for a moment, "The poison is coming?" The body turned around. Although he waved his right hand, he still had his left hand. The left hand swept away. Not only did he slap the mist, but also the steel needles hidden under the mist. .

"Grandpa Jian is amazing." Ning Rongrong ran towards Jian Douluo happily.

Sword Douluo smiled slightly and said: "The power of this hidden weapon is really good, especially the sound of the crossbow arrow just now. It has a strong impact. If a spirit master below level 40 is not paying attention, it will not be able to resist it at all."

Ning Rongrong had come to a place less than ten meters away from Jian Douluo at this time, and said proudly: "Of course. We have defeated a forty level with the intensive attack of Zhuge God Crossbow in the Arena of Fighting Soul. The team of soul masters. The more people used at the same time, the greater the power of the Zhuge God Crossbow. However, this Zhuge God Crossbow still does not threaten Grandpa Jian!"

While talking, she stomped her foot like angrily, and three dark shadows suddenly flashed out from the outside of her left thigh, and at the same time a flying knife came out from the tip of her toe. The flying knife went straight to the front door of Jian Douluo, but the three silent shadows attacked Jian Douluo's Xia San Lu.

At this time, Ning Rongrong was less than ten meters away from Sword Douluo, and within this short distance, the hidden weapon only disappeared in a flash. At the same time, her other foot was stamped, and the same attack appeared again like a wave. The purpose is to find the time difference of Jian Douluo's defense.

Sword Douluo exaggeratedly said: "Good fellow, it's not over yet!" With both hands on his chest at the same time, he naturally wouldn't release his spirit power to the front. That would hurt Ning Rongrong, who would hurt Ning Rongrong. The two sharp spirit powers were suddenly released. Under the traction of the air current, a total of two flying knives and six small crossbow arrows were rolled out at the same time.

Clang, the sonorous metal machine sound almost sounded at the same time. It turned out that Zhuge God's crossbow's second machine Huang had been quietly supervised by Ning Rongrong. Sixteen crossbow arrows, released at such a short distance, also burst out, as well as the sandy projections on her chest.

The crossbow arrows and steel needles almost formed a seamless attack. As long as Jian Douluo was negligent, it would immediately be able to inflict damage on him.

The author has something to say: The first appearance of Xiao San’s hidden weapon was actually because of Ning Rongrong’s sales promotion, I was too failed [face cover]

☆One hundred and twenty-two

"Okay." Chen Xin shouted, "My body is like a sword."

In an instant, a sun seemed to light up in the yard, and a strong metallic luster suddenly erupted. The old man in white in front of Ning Rongrong seemed to become a metal whirlwind. The harsh friction sounded at the same time, and all the hidden weapons that flew in front of him, Whether it was a steel needle or a crossbow arrow, all turned into iron filings and floated in the air. And just behind him, a simple giant sword with a length of two meters and a blade width of half a foot floated in the air. Two yellows, three purples, and four blacks, a total of nine spirit rings coiled on it. This is Sword Douluo's sword. The top weapon spirit.

"Grandpa Jian is amazing!" Ning Rongrong stood on the spot and slapped her slap. She could clearly feel that the extremely sharp spirit power swept across her body at the moment Sword Douluo released her martial spirit.