Ice Phoenix of Douluo

Chapter 248 Not Dead?

Xueleihan led Xiaoyao Jianzong slowly out of the huge soul arena, and the disciples behind him were immersed in all kinds of battles.

Wuhundian has done at least one good thing.

Xue Leihan thought that the contests between different sects, the battles between different martial spirits, different factions, and the battles between disciples of different soul power levels, all made the Xiaoyao Sword Sect disciples who usually stay at home and devote themselves to hard work Eye-opener.

Watching the battle can also gain something, which is one of the reasons why all the disciples from Xuelei Frost Zone came to watch the battle.

"Sovereign, there will be two soul fights tomorrow, the announcement has just come down."

Jian Wuhen walked beside Xueleihan and said softly.

"Well, let the disciples freely decide who will play, this is their young people's business. Even so, we have played three games, and we should have a day off the day after tomorrow."

"The suzerain is right. According to the rules listed by the Spirit Hall, you can get a day's rest without going through three soul fights."

Jian Wuhen shook the note in his hand and said.

"Let them arrange it freely."

Xue Leihan smiled lightly.

The members of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect walked out of the lively area in the center of Tianfu City in a mighty manner, and walked to the hotel where they were stationed. They also met many sects on the way, and they bowed their hands politely when they met each other.

They may be friends or rivals, and that respect must be given.

Walking a little further, the houses on both sides gradually decreased, and the noise was much quieter.

Obviously approaching the less populated area on the edge of the city.

Xue Leihan and Jian Wuhen chatted a few words with a smile, and suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Han'er, long time no see."

"Father..."

Xue Leihan's eyes flickered with surprise, looking at Ning Fengzhi standing by the roadside.

"Brother Wuhen, take the disciples back first, I have something to talk to Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded at him in the cold snow and tears, then turned sideways and said to Jian Wuhen.

The latter hummed, bowed respectfully to Ning Fengzhi, and continued walking towards the restaurant with Yinyun and fifty disciples.

"Father, I didn't expect you to come here in person."

Xue Leihan walked to Ning Fengzhi's side, only when he was beside an older person, Xue Leihan felt that he was like a child.

It's just that he is now able to stir up the situation.

"Wuhundian wants to slap us in the face. I will definitely come here to stand up for the sect and tell them the fact that my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has not yet fallen."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him, stretched out a hand and patted his shoulder.

"Come here this time because we have something important to discuss."

Xue Leihan had anticipated this fact long ago, and made a gesture of invitation to Ning Fengzhi.

"Father, please."

Ning Fengzhi walked in front, leading Xue Leihan towards a simple teahouse.

There are no people here, it is very clean, and it is a good place for conversation.

Xue Leihan put a few gold soul coins on the shopkeeper's table, and gave him a quiet wink.

The shopkeeper immediately nodded, put away the gold soul coins, and called the waiter who was doing nothing, and the two disappeared behind the counter.

Xue Leihan took the teapot over, poured out the rough and rotten tea leaves, and put on her own tea leaves.

"Father, what's the matter?"

Xue Leihan asked.

Ning Fengzhi filled the water glass and smiled at Xueleihan.

"This is very good news for you, Han'er."

"What news?"

Xue Leihan asked curiously.

"Your elder brother, Xue Qinghe...is still alive."

Click.

The water cup fell to the ground, and the fragrant tea smell drifted in the small tea room with the wind.

Xue Leihan's fingers trembled slightly, and tears gradually rolled in Bingtong's pupils.

"Father..." His voice trembled.

He knew that it was impossible for Ning Fengzhi to lie to him.

He knew that there was a [-]% chance that Qian Renxue was lying to him. In fact, his elder brother had already died at the hands of others for a long time.

"Well, Xue Qinghe has already returned to Tiandou City, your father also knows about it."

Ning Fengzhi nodded with a smile.

"Great..."

Tears dripped down, flowing silently in the silent teahouse.

Xue Leihan is a young man in his 20s at the moment, crying like a child who hasn't grown up.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, leaned his head on his shoulder, and patted his back.

He knows how much pressure he has, and he knows how hard he is on himself.

During the time when she knew Xue Qinghe was dead, Xue Leihan seemed to have closed her heart again, locked herself in the small black room, all she wanted in her heart was to become stronger.

He knows it all.

Even the time when he cut his own blood again no less than a thousand times, his body smelled of blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, Ning Fengzhi saw it and felt pain in his heart.

To him, Xue Leihan is like his own son.

Even after getting out of that period of shadow, Xue Leihan seldom opened her heart to others, and rarely ever smiled from the bottom of her heart.

All that remains is the blazing spirit of vengeance.

Since the establishment of the sect, Xue Leihan has been doing her best, and every day of cultivation is challenging the limit.

"Okay, okay, how old are you, why are you still crying like a child."

Ning Fengzhi said softly, patting Xue Leihan's hard back.

"Sorry, I'm just too happy."

Xue Leihan wiped away the tears and rubbed his eyes.

"It's a good thing to cry out. I think you've been under too much pressure recently, and you're too strict and desperate for yourself."

There was a hint of tenderness in Ning Fengzhi's words, "Crying out, doesn't it feel very relaxing?"

"That's true." Xue Leihan felt as if the dull and stubborn stone that had been pressing on his chest disappeared all of a sudden.

"Although it is said that a man bleeds and does not shed tears, you must know that this pain and grievance will always accumulate in your heart, making it difficult for you to make further progress in the Title Douluo."

"Crying is a kind of emotional relaxation and a release of stress. Don't feel ashamed of crying. In fact, it is the best way to relax."

Xue Leihan scratched her cheek in shame, and said, "Thank you foster father, I feel much more relaxed now."

"Well, it's fine."

Ning Fengzhi patted Xueleihan's shoulder.

"I'm going to go back after the Zongmen Grand Competition to meet the eldest brother." Xue Leihan took a long breath, and waved away the soreness in her heart.

"That's what I came here for this time, and the Zongmen Grand Competition will be your stage." Ning Fengzhi sighed.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School today no longer has the reputation and fighting ability it had a few years ago. The reason why the Spirit Hall invited us this time is a complete humiliation."

"The future is up to you."

That smile made Xue Leihan slightly stunned, only then did she realize that Ning Fengzhi had entered middle age.

In his mind, his adoptive father has always been the strongest auxiliary soul master in the mainland, and he will never grow old.

Ning Fengzhi was getting old, this was a fact he didn't dare to think about.

"Father!"

Xue Leihan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"Han'er, come on!"

(End of this chapter)