Subversion of Douluo Dalu

"Hehe, I'm still an old master..." Ning Yuanfei flattered with a mean smile on his face.

"Brother Fei, can you please stop laughing so meanly..." Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and covered her face speechlessly.

"Rong Rong, now that Fei'er's soul power has reached level 26, you have to speed up your pace. You know, after you obtain the soul ring, you will also train with Fei'er."

"I know dad, isn't it the first level of soul power? I think I will reach it soon."

"Well, that's good? Fei'er, Rongrong, we won't have class today. Let's go back and have a rest early."

Now that the master has issued an order to expel guests, Ning Rongrong and Ning Yuanfei have no choice but to resign.

………………

the next day.

When Sword Douluo appeared in front of Ning Yuanfei with a smile on his face, an unpleasant feeling suddenly arose in Ning Yuanfei's heart.

"Hey, Grandpa Jian, please show mercy?" Ning Yuanfei asked weakly with a hypocritical expression.

Unexpectedly, Sword Douluo, who was still smiling just now, suddenly had a serious look on his face, "Show mercy? When you encounter an enemy in the future, do you think he will show mercy to you?"

"I guess that's enough..." Ning Yuanfei said helplessly with a bitter look on his face.

"It's good to know. Only by enduring hardship can you become a master. If you want to become a strong person, you must have a strong will."

As he spoke, Sword Douluo's whole body condensed with energy, and his whole temperament also underwent earth-shaking changes. An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped Ning Yuanfei.

Ning Yuanfei subconsciously took a step back, thought for a moment, looked at Sword Douluo firmly, and took a step forward, returning to his original position.

Seeing Ning Yuanfei's appearance, Sword Douluo couldn't help but nodded secretly.

At this time, when Ning Yuanfei looked at Sword Douluo again, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

At this moment, Sword Douluo seemed to have disappeared in Ning Yuanfei's eyes, and what was left behind was a long sword.

The sharp sword exuded an aggressive aura, as if it might strike at him at any time.

The surrounding air seemed to have been distorted by this sharp sword energy.

Now Ning Yuanfei suddenly felt as if he was about to be torn to pieces by this sword energy. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and streams of cold sweat kept dripping down.

Huge waves of soul power surged forward, and his body was completely unable to move.

At this moment, Ning Yuanfei truly felt the momentum mentioned by his master.

In the past, I was still complacent that I could fight in the hands of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo for a long time.

But now it seems ridiculous to think about how ignorant I am to be so arrogant.

Now that Sword Douluo was just releasing murderous intent, he was already unable to bear it. He couldn't even release his martial spirit, let alone the desire to fight.

It turned out that when he actually faced Sword Douluo with his sword unsheathed, he realized how terrifying the so-called mainland's number one offensive spirit was.

It seems that the gap between me and the powerful people in mainland China is more than just a chasm, it is at least as high as Mount Everest...

Even though Ning Yuanfei fought against Sword Douluo unwilling to admit defeat, he still didn't last more than a minute before he lost his strength and passed out?

………………

one year later

Seven Treasures

In the spacious martial arts arena, eight-year-old Ning Yuanfei was naked with his upper body exposed. His faintly visible muscles showed his strong figure. His short black hair made him look extremely energetic.

Facing Sword Douluo, who was still looking like a sharp sword unsheathed, his eyes were extremely firm at this time, and the three soul rings on his body, two yellow and one purple, were beating in an orderly manner.

With sweat all over his head, even though he was knocked away by Sword Douluo time and time again, he still attacked Sword Douluo over and over again without fear.

"The seven treasures are famous, one is called: power"

As a delicate voice sounded behind him, a colorful light suddenly enveloped Ning Yuanfei.

"Brother Fei, come on..." This was her last remaining soul power, and she was still shouting for Ning Yuanfei with a weak voice.

As the colorful light entered his body, Ning Yuanfei suddenly felt a warm energy pouring in from his limbs and bones. His exhausted body was filled with strength, and even the soul power in his body had recovered a lot.

"Ah..." With all the strength in his body, Ning Yuan flew towards Sword Douluo and made the final charge.

"Bang..." Ning Yuanfei, who was knocked away by Sword Douluo again, no longer had the strength to stand up again and lay sprawled on the ground.

Ning Rongrong behind him was also exhausted.

Ever since Ning Yuanfei was able to initiate an attack under Sword Douluo's momentum half a year ago, she had also joined the training.

Although there was only one link, it still gave Ning Yuanfei a lot of help.

"Well, that's good. I can hold on for a stick of incense this time. Rongrong's performance has also improved, but the timing of his last soul skill is still a bit off.

Remember, as a soul master with the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit, you do not have to provide assistance to your teammates all the time, but you need to understand when your teammates need it. Only by supporting your teammates at the best time can you use your soul skills. The value is maximized and soul power is saved to deal with emergencies.

If your last soul skill was used at the last moment when Fei'er rushed towards Uncle Jian, wouldn't the effect be better?

Sometimes, timing may determine the final outcome of a battle. "

Ning Fengzhi slowly walked out from the side, and he watched the entire battle.

He was very pleased with the continuous progress of the two people over the past year, especially Ning Yuanfei's performance, which simply exceeded his expectations.

Ever since Ning Yuanfei's soul power reached level 30, he was basically not afraid of Sword Douluo's murderous intent, and he could persist in attacking Yi Zhuxiang for a long time under the pressure of Sword Douluo's level 70 soul power.

The devilish training given to him in the past two years has made a qualitative leap in his will and body.

Domain, level 30 soul power, and rich combat experience. Who can associate these words with an eight-year-old child?

"Fei'er, very good. You have exceeded the goal I set for you, so this stage of training ends here. We can move on to the next step of training."

"Next step in training?" Ning Yuanfei jumped up like a carp when he heard what Ning Fengzhi said.

Ning Rongrong also looked at Ning Fengzhi doubtfully.

"Yes, the next stage of training is also the last stage of training. Since the next stage of training is very dangerous, you can choose not to accept it."

"Danger? What kind of training is this, master?" Ning Yuanfei felt that it was not easy to make Ning Fengzhi say the word "danger".

"I request that when your soul power reaches level 40, you hunt a soul beast by yourself, and that your age is no less than eight thousand years."

"Um, should I kill him alone?" Ning Yuanfei was a little surprised.

"That's right, generally speaking, a soul beast of about two thousand years is the limit that a normal person can accept in the third ring, but your third ring is four thousand years old. I have calculated that according to your endurance, When your soul power reaches level 40, it is more than enough to absorb eight thousand years of soul beasts."