Douluo's cute Douluo

Douluo Continent.

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

"Mengmeng, are you in there?" a little girl called at the door.

Yan Mengmeng, who heard the shout, woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes in a daze, and looked at the antique buildings around her, Yan Mengmeng still couldn't believe it.

That's right, I really traveled through time, and even into the world of Douluo Continent that I was chasing.

I really can’t figure it out, how can I still travel through time when I’m following a show?

Is the threshold for time travel so low now?

But fortunately, he traveled to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School and became an orphan adopted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Not to mention anything else, at least there is no problem with safety and life.

It has been six years since I came to this world.

For the past six years, Yan Mengmeng has played with Ning Rongrong, the future master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

One is that the two are about the same age, and Ning Fengzhi doesn't object to the two messing around together.

The other is that Yan Mengmeng has memories of the 21st century, has all kinds of weird ideas, and various novel ways of playing, which is very appetizing for Ning Rongrong.

In addition, Ning Rongrong was a young lady with a bad temper and had no friends at all, except Yan Mengmeng.

Hey, that's the little girl calling Yan Mengmeng outside now.

"Here, it's Rongrong, come in, the door is unlocked."

Following Yan Mengmeng's response, the little girl outside opened the door and walked in.

Six-year-old Ning Rongrong looked particularly cute. She was dressed in a light green dress, coupled with Ning Rongrong's short shawl hair and the gorgeous bow on her hair, which made Yan Mengmeng stunned.

I’ve never seen such a cute girl, she’s so adorable

And Ning Rongrong who pushed the door and entered looked at his good friend in front of him.

He was dressed in pajamas, with a sleepy face, as if he hadn't woken up at all.

Can't help helping the forehead.

"By the way, Rongrong, what's the matter with coming so early?" Yan Mengmeng looked at Ning Rongrong and asked after coming back to her senses.

After hearing this, the cute little girl in front of her frowned.

"Mengmeng, don't you know what you are going to do today?"

Compared to Ning Rongrong's speechless expression, Yan Mengmeng's expression was dumbfounded.

What day is today

Ning Rongrong's birthday

No, didn't her birthday just happen last month?

Sect Master Ning also held a big banquet.

What day was that?

After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Mengmeng couldn't think of anything special about today.

Somewhat embarrassedly, he asked: "Well, Rongrong, what day is today?"

Ning Rongrong felt relieved when he heard this, as if he had known this result for a long time.

He explained helplessly: "Hey, I know you don't remember. Today is the day when our martial soul awakens."

Yan Mengmeng: "Ah"

Yes, today is the day when the martial soul awakens.

In my memory, Douluo Dalu was about to awaken his martial soul at the age of six. After careful calculation, it seems that it is still today.

Thinking of this, Yan Mengmeng realized how big a mistake she had made.

So, Yan Mengmeng immediately started to pack up, combed her hair briefly, put on a light blue dress, pulled Ning Rongrong and started running out the door.

After a while, the two came to the place where the martial soul awakened.

At this time, the square was already surrounded by many people, but there were hundreds of children who came to awaken their martial souls.

These years, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has adopted many orphans. After all, such a big school has hundreds of children.

It looks like it hasn't started yet.

Everyone looked anxious, as if they were waiting for someone

Et al

Is it

Yan Mengmeng looked at Ning Rongrong, who was panting beside her, and was at a loss for a moment.

It's over, it's over, if Uncle Ning knows that Ning Rongrong came to call him and was late, I'm afraid he will

While Yan Mengmeng was thinking, Ning Fengzhi had already spotted the figures of the two.

His already very unhappy face became extremely scary.

He stared closely at Yan Mengmeng and the two of them.

Yan Mengmeng only felt that she was not feeling well, and Ning Rongrong who was beside her also felt it, and met her father's gaze, and laughed.

God knows why Ning Rongrong is not afraid of his father at all.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi stared at the two, seeing his daughter's innocent smile that day, he really couldn't get angry, but the majesty of the suzerain had to be maintained.

He had no choice but to say: "You two, why don't you come here quickly?"

Hearing this, the two hurried over.

Come to Ning Fengzhi's side, stand obediently, and wait for Ning Fengzhi's next instruction.

At the same time, a sharp sword streaked across the sky.

As the sword slowly descended, a white-haired old man got down from the sword and came to Ning Fengzhi's side.

The person coming was none other than Douluo, the first title of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Sword Douluo.

Seeing Jian Douluo coming, Ning Rongrong immediately laughed and shouted: "Grandpa Jian~~"

Hearing this sound, Jian Douluo's originally serious face immediately showed a smile.

He stretched out his arms to hug Ning Rongrong, under Sword Douluo Wei'an's body, Ning Rongrong looked extremely petite.

Ning Fengzhi saw this scene and didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a while, Ning Fengzhi asked: "Uncle Jian, why didn't Uncle Gu come?"

Sword Douluo hugged Ning Rongrong and replied slowly: "He is trying to reach level 93 and can't come."

"Oh, in that case, let's get started." After thinking for a moment, Ning Fengzhi said to everyone.

Hearing the suzerain's words, everyone immediately started to act.

The field suddenly became three teams.

Among them, the members of the Zongmen form a team, and the disciples form a team. The rest are adopted orphans like Yan Mengmeng.

Yan Mengmeng knew that if she could not practice today, she would have to leave. Although she would not starve to death with the knowledge she had in the 21st century, what if she was killed?

After all, the world is not that simple.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Yan Mengmeng in front of him with a worried look on his face, so he couldn't say anything.

After all, this is the sect's rule, even if Yan Mengmeng has a good relationship with her daughter.

Thinking, the front has already begun.

"Ning Yuan, Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Innate Soul Power: Level "

"Li Ming, martial soul: Overlord Spear, innate soul power: level seven"

Hearing the instructor next to her keep shouting, Yan Mengmeng was a little speechless.

But looking at myself, it seems that I can't stand it anymore.

"Wang Qing, martial soul: a hoe, without innate soul power."

"Bai Ergou, martial spirit: dog, innate soul power: level one."

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Such a comparison is really appalling.

I don’t know what kind of martial spirit I will awaken.

What could it be

After thinking about it, it was Ning Rongrong's turn.

It can be said that Ning Rongrong is the focus of the whole people. For a while, everyone around fell silent, and they all began to look forward to the awakening of Ning Rongrong's martial soul.

Even Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo looked worried.

Yan Mengmeng wasn't really curious, anyway, she already knew that Ning Rongrong must be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, with an innate ninth-level soul power.

After all, it's the drama I'm chasing, so I can't even remember it. The nights these days have been wasted.

As Ning Rongrong stood in the six-pointed star formation, a burst of green light lit up.

A gorgeous pagoda appeared on Ning Rongrong's right hand. When he fixed his eyes, the pagoda had seven floors, exuding dazzling light.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo took a long breath after seeing this scene.

Then the test of Ning Rongrong's soul power began, and a small crystal ball was brought to Ning Rongrong.

As Ning Rongrong put his hand on the crystal ball, a burst of light flashed, accompanied by a burst of exclamation.

"Level 99"