Douluo protects our spirit hall

After hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Xueye Emperor Long Yan was so happy that he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised:

"Well, you are worthy of being Sect Master Ning. His analysis is so original and yet extremely penetrating. He also controls the situation in the empire and even the mainland so accurately. It is really admirable."

Later, regarding Wuhun Palace sending a team to compete in the Tiandou Empire’s Imperial City Circle competition area, Emperor Xueye made his final judgment:

"In that case, let's follow what Sect Master Ning said and agree to Wuhun Palace's application to participate."

"However, we don't need to give them any preferential treatment. We will let them compete from the qualifiers like other academy teams."

After speaking, he looked at the prince Xue Qinghe and ordered:
"Qinghe, I'll leave this matter to you."

Xue Qinghe immediately respectfully accepted the order:
"Yes, Father!"

But under his slightly drooped head, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Done!"

After solving the application for the Wuhun Temple, everyone started a long debate on various political affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire.

During this period, the two parties headed by Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xuexing were inevitably quarreling, criticizing and arguing. The entire political hall was as noisy as a market, and the boiling sound never stopped for a moment.

Not to mention that Emperor Xueye felt a headache due to the chaos in the Tiandou court, even Ning Fengzhi, who was usually very patient, and Sword Douluo, who had a clear sword heart, couldn't stop their brows from beating wildly when they saw it.

Perhaps the only people present, Qian Renxue and Poison Douluo Dugubo, who were disguised as Tiandou Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, could remain calm.

Rather than saying that Qian Renxue was calm, it would be better to say that she was very happy. After all, the more chaotic the Tiandou Empire's court, the more beneficial it would be for her, as she would be able to fish in troubled waters and seize more power.

As for Dugu Bo, it's just a drama-watching mentality.

Because the political situation in the court was too chaotic, the two parties headed by Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xuexing attacked each other to an almost extreme degree.

In short, I disagree with what you agree with, and I agree with what you oppose.

As a result, after a meeting of the court, none of the political affairs could be resolved and implemented.

It was not until the end that Emperor Xueye sat upright in the throne above the high platform for too long, and his body finally couldn't bear it anymore. He coughed violently again, and the government finally came to an end.

After taking a breath, Emperor Xueye calmly waved his hands to many courtiers, signaling to retreat:
"Sect Master Ning stays, and the others retreat."

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Soon.

All courtiers, including Prince Xue Qinghe and Prince Xue Xing, have all left, and the royal guards responsible for guarding Emperor Xue Ye's safety and maintaining order in the hall have also withdrawn.

In the entire political hall, only Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Emperor Xueye, who was sitting on the imperial throne on the high platform and coughing non-stop, were left.

The purpose of Emperor Xueye keeping Ning Fengzhi was naturally to hope that the latter would check up on him and treat his body to see if he could prolong his life and live a few more years.

It's a pity, what Emperor Xue Ye didn't know was that the reason why his body was aging so rapidly was because of the poison mixed with the porcupine porcupine douluo's blood-piercing preparation.

Ping Ning Fengzhi, an auxiliary soul master who had no knowledge of poisons, could not be cured, and even the signs of his poisoning could not be seen.

There is not much time left for Emperor Xue Ye.

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Hearing the violent coughs coming from behind, the prince Xue Qinghe stepped out of the door of the political hall. He turned around and took a deep look at the high platform of the political hall. A golden light flashed across his deep eyes.

Perhaps she was a little impatient and seized control of the Tiandou Empire too quickly, which touched Emperor Xueye's red line and aroused his vigilance.

That's why Emperor Xue Ye pushed those two losers, Prince Xue Xing and Fourth Prince Xue Beng, to the front of the stage to compete with him in order to maintain his precarious dominance.

Qian Renxue sees this clearly than anyone else.

But it doesn't matter, since Emperor Xueye can't live long anyway, as long as he dies, the entire Tiandou Empire will fall into his hands.

No one can stop him from stealing the power of the Heaven Dou Empire, no matter whether it is Prince Xue Xing, the fourth prince Xue Beng, or their lackeys.

Those rubbish, send them to die when the time comes, let them jump around for a while now.

As for the power control over the Tiandou Empire, it will not be too late to increase efforts after the elite competition of high-level soul masters across the continent is over.

Anyway, that guy Xiaofeng is coming to Tiandou City soon, and I probably won't be in the mood to pay attention to those nonsense by then, so I'll just let it go for now.

In short, let’s take down that guy Xiaofeng first.
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Time passed by minute by minute.

After half an hour, Ning Fengzhi, accompanied by Sword Douluo, walked out of the gate of the political affairs hall.

"teacher."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi walking out of the political hall, Prince Xue Qinghe, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately greeted him.

"His Royal Highness."

Ning Fengzhi also bowed slightly and returned the salute.

"Teacher, there is no need to be polite." Xue Qinghe gently raised his hand, and then asked, "How is your father's health?"

There was already a bit of concern and eagerness in the tone of the question.

"Hard to say."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slowly, looking a little embarrassed.

Xue Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly:
"Teacher, just say it, I can bear it."

"Ugh--"

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh and decided to tell the truth:
"The situation is not good. His Majesty's body looks strong, but in fact he is strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He is extremely weak. I'm afraid he won't live for a few more years."

Xue Qinghe, who was disguised by Qian Renxue, suddenly looked shocked:
"How could it be? My father's health was obviously very good a few years ago, how could it suddenly become like this?"

When Ning Fengzhi heard this, he frowned and seemed a little confused:
"I can't tell you the reason."

"It stands to reason that given your Majesty's age, your body will definitely not be so weak. What's more, Your Majesty himself is a soul master, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people."

"But His Majesty's body seems to be aging too fast, but I don't see anything unusual about Your Majesty. This is really weird."

As he talked, Ning Fengzhi fell into deep thought.

"Even the teacher can't tell what my father's illness is, so what should I do?"

Seeing this, Xue Qinghe quickly interrupted his thoughts.

Ning Fengzhi is a man with unique eyesight and intelligence. He must not be allowed to think too much, otherwise it will be bad if he discovers any clues.

His thoughts were interrupted, Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses, glanced at Xue Qinghe, who was full of worry, and said in a warm voice:
"Prince, don't worry too much. I just used the healing soul skill to treat your majesty. Now his complexion is much better. If you calm down and take care of yourself, you may be able to live for a few more years."

"Oh? Really?" Xue Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be happy and thanked: "Thank you, teacher, for taking the trouble."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, accepted his sentiments, thought about it, and suddenly changed her voice and said:

"However, there is one thing I think it would be better to tell the prince."

Xue Qinghe was stunned for a moment:
"Teacher, please speak." Ning Fengzhi took a deep look at Xue Qinghe, his mouth didn't move at all, but a meaningful sentence came out of his mouth and penetrated through the sound transmission of soul power. In Xue Qinghe’s ears:

"Your Highness, you need to prepare early."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe glanced back at Ning Fengzhi and nodded understandingly:
"Teacher, I understand!"

The two foxes, big and small, looked at each other. Their expressions seemed ordinary, but the meaning hidden in their eyes was self-evident.

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Southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Deep in the rolling mountains, there is a waterfall formed by a cliff.

Tang San stood on a raised boulder, holding an ordinary small wooden hammer, trying hard to swing and hammer the torrent pouring down from the cliff more than 200 meters high.

This was the special training Tang Hao had arranged for him, to practice the Haotian Sect's secret art of forging hammers - random cloaks under the torrent of the waterfall.

After he left Tiandou Royal Academy with Tang Hao, he traveled all the way over mountains and ridges. It took him more than half a month to reach the waterfall deep in the mountains.

The journey alone made Tang San very tired.

Tang Hao himself was a level 95 super Douluo, so it was easy for him to fly here directly with Tang San.

But he didn't.

In order to temper Tang San's muscles and bones and hone his will, Tang Hao chose to rush to the special training location on foot, and along the way, he also chose to advance through complex terrain.

Every day Tang Hao strode in front, while Tang San followed behind. He had to concentrate all his energy on raising his soul power to barely keep up with his speed.

Tang Hao would not stop until Tang San's soul power was completely exhausted and Tang San's body reached its limit.

After resting for two hours and Tang San's soul power had recovered to some extent, Tang Hao would immediately urge him to continue on his way.

This method of training oneself on the road was torture to Tang San, and it was countless times better than the master's so-called devil training.

But the benefits are also obvious.

It is precisely because of this that Tang San benefited a lot from this journey.

His physical fitness became stronger, his muscles and bones became more resilient, and his soul power also increased by one level without realizing it.

Besides.

It seems to be because his will is stronger.

His mental power has been greatly improved, and his purple devil eyes have also reached a higher level, reaching the mustard seed state. He can see thousands of miles away, look at the smallest detail, and see through all illusions.

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puff-

How many times has this been washed into a pool?A hundred times?A thousand times?Tang San could no longer remember clearly.

Only those who have truly experienced the impact of the waterfall pouring down from the 200-meter-high mountain cliff can understand how powerful it is.

It has been more than half a year since he came to the waterfall deep in the mountains, and he has also practiced non-stop for more than half a year for the special training of the cloak and hammer method arranged by his father.

The effect of the special training was quite good. Tang San could clearly feel his progress, and he also had a deeper understanding of the power of the random cloak hammer technique.

Tang San knew his shortcomings very well, which was that he had too much control but not enough explosive power.

His Blue Silver Grass martial spirit has excellent control ability, but its attack power is not very strong, let alone its explosive power.

This is the flaw of Blue Silver Grass itself. Even if he has hidden weapon skills at his side, he cannot completely make up for this flaw.

The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition is about to begin, and on the Soul Fighting Stage, the rules restrict the use of foreign objects, so hidden weapon techniques are naturally useless.

His father obviously saw his own shortcomings, so he thought of leading him here to practice how to use the second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer.

From the training of the Chaos Cloak Hammer Technique, Tang San had obviously understood the power of the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit, which was its powerful explosive power like a rainbow.

However, Tang San had been practicing the Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique for more than half a year, and there was still a huge gap between him and his final mastery.

According to his father's request, he spent three months holding a hammer in the rapids of the waterfall before finally swinging the 81 hammer without any confusion, ending the first stage of special training.

However.
After the second stage of special training was replaced with wooden hammers, it also took three months, but he could only swing the general with eighty-eight sixty-four hammers. He was still far away from the final state of integration.

This makes Tang San can't help being a little discouraged.

But after experiencing the powerful explosive power of the combination of the Clear Sky Hammer and the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, he couldn't help but be fascinated and addicted.

Sometimes Tang San even couldn't help but think to himself that he might as well give up training on the Blue Silver Grass Spirit and switch to the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, with the master's earnest teachings and stern warnings in front of him, he did not dare to make up his mind for a while.

Moreover, his father Tang Hao also said that giving up the practice of Blue Silver Grass and switching to the application of the Clear Sky Hammer is only temporary, and he will have to return to the practice of Blue Silver Grass in the future.

Therefore, Tang San could only suppress this unrealistic idea for the time being.

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After struggling to climb out of the pool, Tang San fell on a boulder that was not flat, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he was panting heavily.

In his slightly hazy sight, a waterfall like a horse poured down not far away, hitting the surface of the deep pool with a loud rumbling sound.

Countless water splashes rise, and the clear water vapor hits your face, moist and refreshing, and extremely comfortable.

Under the sunlight, a rainbow of seven colors spanned the pool, indescribably dazzling and colorful.

However, as long as you look around the valley where the water pool is located, there is no sense of beauty at all. The only feeling is that it is ruined.

All around the valley, there were cracked and collapsed stones everywhere. The stones were large and small, with different shapes, and were piled together randomly, as if there had been a war here.

It can be vaguely seen that this place was once a beautiful place with blooming flowers, thousands of souls and greenery, but it seemed to have been destroyed by a sudden incident.

Perhaps the only intact place in the entire waterfall valley now is the raised boulder in the pool.

Tang San didn't know that everything he saw was actually given by his father, Tang Hao.

At that time, Tang Hao saw that the waterfall cave he used to hide Ah Yin and Ah Yin's soul bones was invaded, and "A Yin" was pulled up and randomly discarded on the ground dying. The 10-year-old Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone was even more... It's just missing.

Under the attack of anger, he directly lost his mind, holding the Clear Sky Hammer, no matter what he did here, he would completely destroy everything he once owned, and never return to the original beauty.

Rest for a long time.

Tang San felt that his strength had almost recovered, and he immediately stood up to get into the water, and went to the raised boulder in the pool to continue practicing the cloak hammering technique.

But the moment Tang San turned around, a powerful hand was already placed on his shoulder:

"Xiaosan, let's practice until here first." (End of this chapter)