Douluo's ghost sword

"What are you going to do? Haven't you seen it before? Besides, you are an old man who practices swords every day. You only have swords in your eyes. How can I, Gu Rong, have a better eye for people? Tomorrow you will sit in the sect, and I will go with the sect master."

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has a sect of dual Douluo, but when the suzerain leaves the sect, there is always only one person following them, and the other stays in the sect to sit in charge.

Therefore, hearing Sword Douluo's words, that Bone Douluo was also immediately unhappy, stood up from the sofa and stared at Sword Douluo, arguing.

This is a big matter related to the little princess Rong Rong, and he also wants to see what kind of young man Rong Rong likes, what kind of strength and disposition is he.

"Hehe, what vision do you have? What can you see? That kid's martial spirit uses a sword, and a sword understands human nature, especially a sword with sword intent. People dare not say it when they see people, but that kid I know a lot better than you old bone."

Jian Douluo puffed out his chest at this moment, staring at the opponent without fear.

If it's about other things, it's okay to give up this old bone, but since it's about the lifelong happiness of his little princess, he still has to go see him in person.

"Hey, returning the sword is human, no wonder your sword is so vile every time you make a move, so it's up to you."

Bone Douluo heard the words, although he sighed knowingly in his heart and gave up his own thoughts, but seeing the confident appearance of the white-clothed old man in front of him, he couldn't help but groan.

"Why? Unconvinced? Go, find a place to fight one-on-one? Whoever wins will go!"

Hearing this, Jian Douluo's expression darkened instantly, and he said.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, you've been fighting for the rest of your life, and Rongrong just came back to rest, let's forget about it today."

Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him.

"Hmph." The old man in white and the withered old man snorted almost at the same time, neither of them looked at each other, and ended the dispute.

"Tomorrow, Uncle Gu, you will work hard to guard the sect. Uncle Jian will accompany me out. Alas, the mainland has been quiet for a long time since that incident. I'm afraid something big will start to happen recently."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, and said in a slightly heavy tone.

"Why is this?"

Hearing this, the two Douluo also asked in almost unison with a tacit understanding.

Although they were much older than Ning Fengzhi, no one in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could see clearly than this helmsman in judging these situations.

"The world of soul masters has been as calm as a pool of stagnant water for many years, but even decades ago, when the world of soul masters was in turmoil, except for the case of the Haotian School, since then Spirit Hall has never sent anyone Come to provoke other powerful soul masters."

"You mean?"

Hearing that, Sword Douluo had doubts on his face, and continued to ask Ning Fengzhi with a half-understanding expression.

"Hehe, that Salas is the Platinum Bishop of the Wuhun Temple and Tiandou City, although I have only met him a few times, I also know that he is a cunning fox.

If there had been no change in the wind direction inside Wuhundian, how could he have thought about provoking that Dugu Bo?Even though Dugu Bo is relatively weak among Title Douluo, he is still a genuine Title Douluo. "

Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly, looked at the two old men in front of him, and said slowly.

"You mean, that woman in Wuhundian wants to..."

At this moment, Jian Douluo understood what Ning Fengzhi wanted to express, he frowned and said slowly.

"Hehe, it's just a speculation. After all, apart from this incident, Spirit Hall doesn't have any other movements at present, but whether you guess wrong or guess right, you must be prepared."

"In the past, we may have only one way to go, but now, if we are lucky, we may be able to prepare with both hands..."

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"Lin Feng, let's go to Tiandou City for a stroll in the afternoon, I suddenly want to go to Tiandou City to have a big meal!"

At this time, Ning Rongrong, who had returned to Tiandou Academy from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, hugged Lin Feng who was about to close the door of the tavern, and was about to go to the mimicry practice field, and begged Lin Feng with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

"Oh, the canteen of Tiandou Academy should be able to meet your requirements."

After Lin Feng locked the door of his tavern, he glanced at the girl beside him and said calmly.

As an aristocratic academy among nobles, Tiandou Academy has so much teaching funds that there is no place to spend it, and all facilities are top-notch, naturally including the cafeteria of this academy.

Although it is called a cafeteria, the gorgeous decoration inside is comparable to a high-end hotel. Not to mention simply having a big meal there, even holding a high-end banquet there can meet the requirements.

"Oh, but I just want to go to Tiandou City, I just came back, can't you satisfy a small wish of others."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong rolled her beautiful big eyes slightly, and immediately shook Lin Feng's arm, saying softly.

"Hehe, it's fake to go to eat a big meal, I guess it's true that there are other pictures..."

Lin Feng turned his head at this time, looked at Ning Rongrong and smiled lightly.

As soon as Ning Rongrong returned to the tavern today, she would often see herself as hesitant to speak, but Lin Feng didn't understand that this little girl had something to hide from him.

Combined with Ning Rongrong's insistence on dragging him to Tiandou City just now, Lin Feng can roughly guess it.

Probably the suzerain of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School wanted to meet him in person.

In fact, during the two days that Ning Rongrong left, Lin Feng also roughly guessed that after Ning Rongrong returned, he brought the revolver he gave her back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and also broke through the limit of the Martial Soul to evolve into Nine Treasure Glazed Tile tower.

After bringing back these two pieces of news, Lin Feng had a vague guess that maybe the head of one of the top three schools, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi, might come to see him.

"Hee hee, you've seen it, you really know me better and better."

Ning Rongrong patted her little head, stuck out her tongue, smiled mischievously, and said to Lin Feng.

"If my guess is correct, it should be your father who came here."

"Yeah." Ning Rongrong nodded her head and hummed softly.

At the same time, the beautiful big eyes looked at Lin Feng cautiously, guessing whether he would have any dissatisfaction.

"Sure enough, let's go and see your father."

After Lin Feng heard these words, he confirmed his guess, nodded, and then said softly to Ning Rongrong.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong giggled, seeing that there was no dissatisfaction on Lin Feng's face, immediately hugged Lin Feng's arm with his small hands, pulled him bouncingly, and said.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Dad and Grandpa Jian have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Seeing the lively Ning Rongrong again, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth turned up slightly, but he thought of Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong's father, again inexplicably.

"After seeing him, what should I call? Sect Master Ning, Uncle Ning, or father-in-law, cough cough..."