Douluo's Steady Douluo

"The principle of this is very simple. First of all, these two medicinal materials must be crushed."

Xie Chun took out the small bowl from before, threw two medicinal herbs into it, then took out a large piece of iron essence and started smashing it.

Ning Rongrong looked sleepy after watching for a while: "You are too slow."

"How about you come?"

"Grandpa Jian, help him." Ning Rongrong hugged the old man's arm coquettishly.

"Grandpa doesn't understand his process, it would be bad if he made a mistake." Jian Douluo smiled and stroked her hair.

It just so happened that Xie Chun didn't want to do it anymore, how could a human do this work for Yutu?Repeat an action infinitely like a robot, and it's just right for someone to help.

"There is no process, no skills required, just pound the medicinal materials into juice."

"This is easy to handle." Sword Douluo waved his right hand and saw a flash of light. The two medicinal plants in the bowl suddenly turned into pieces of foam. Then, the fine iron block in Xie Chun's hand came out uncontrollably. He smashed it against the mouth of the bowl.

After a few breaths, the refined iron kept swinging up and down at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to observe with the naked eye.

"All right."

Along with Sword Douluo's voice, the fine iron floating in the air fell back to the table, and flush with it were the herbs that had turned into juice.

"...How is this done?" Xie Chun really didn't understand.

"It's a simple sword control skill. If you want to learn it, I can teach you." Sword Douluo smiled.

"Can this imperial sword technique carry me to fly in the sky?"

"Of course, not only to carry you, but also to take extra people."

Xie Chun's heart was moved. Who hasn't had the dream of flying with a sword? Being a sword fairy is everyone's dream. Now the opportunity is in front of you. Isn't this cool?

But he was not stupid, and he carefully confirmed: "How long will it take for me to learn how to fly with a sword?"

"You don't have a sword-type martial spirit. It may take a little effort to learn. It mainly depends on your understanding. In your case... it will take about a few years."

"..." The day lilies have been cold for a few years, and they are flying hammers. Maybe he will be titled Douluo by then.

Besides, it's not that he doesn't have wings, the main reason is that Yujian is more handsome when flying. Compared with the past few years, he might as well develop a sword that can stick to the bottom of his feet, so that there is basically no difference when flying with wings.

The most important thing is that you can take a girl with you.

Xie Chun shook the blue-purple liquid in the bowl, and felt that it was similar to what Ning Rongrong drank last time, so there should be no problem.

"Uncle Ning, you can drink it."

"Drink it directly?" Ning Fengzhi felt that this was a bit ridiculous. Can two medicinal herbs evolve into a martial spirit if mixed together? How could such a good thing happen?

"By the way, I have to talk about the precautions first. After drinking, you have to start practicing to absorb the power of the medicine, and at the same time, the outside world has to give some pressure. This will trouble Senior Jian. It is best to force Uncle Ning to resist. "

"Leave it to me." As soon as Sword Douluo finished speaking, the whole hall seemed to be illuminated by a sun, and a strong metallic luster suddenly erupted. A giant sword with a length of two meters and a blade width of half a foot was suspended in the air. , nine soul rings coiled around it.

Xie Chun touched his chin and fell into deep thought. With such a cool appearance, this sword must be very fun to fly with. He just didn't know if Sword Douluo would be willing to borrow it. He would write down the data first and imitate it himself when he gets back.

After Ning Fengzhi drank the potion, he crossed his legs on the spot and began to practice. From Xie Chun's perspective, he could only guess that Sword Douluo had already put pressure on him. He didn't feel any coercion. He could only say that Title Douluo was so terrifying. It is so clear that it can be controlled so close at hand.

"Is it all right to keep this kind of pressure?"

"Yes, until Uncle Ning wakes up after practicing." Xie Chun saw that the process was basically the same as before Ning Rongrong, so he didn't panic anymore, and went back to the sofa and sat down, picked up the teacup and drank tea.

"What you're holding is my cup." Ning Rongrong pushed him aside and occupied his previous position.

"Really?" The cups all looked the same, so he couldn't tell which was which.

"This is my special cup in Zongmen. If you defile it, what should you do?"

"...Stop making trouble." Xie Chun really didn't expect that she could still make trouble here in front of several big bosses.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to compensate. As compensation, how about you agree to a condition?"

"What do you want to do again?" Xie Chun glanced at the two titled Douluo who were gloating over their misfortune, and slowly shook his head.

The backstage force means that he can do whatever he wants, and Xie Chun can't say anything in front of the two of them.

"Accompany me for a walk around the sect, is that okay?"

Xie Chun breathed a sigh of relief and could accept it as long as it was not causing trouble: "Okay."

"Rongrong has grown up too." Jian Douluo sighed.

"Yes, it's time to think about all kinds of things." Bone Douluo leaned on the sofa and shook his head.

"Yes, yes." Ning Rongrong nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then hugged Xie Chun's arm.

"?" Xie Chun quickly pulled out his arm, and sat down beside Bone Douluo.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips: "You were not like this in the academy before, why did you change when you came back?"

"Don't do this. The seniors know everything and won't be fooled by you."

"Ahem, we have nothing to do with young people's affairs. Let's talk." Bone Douluo pretended that he didn't hear anything and focused on Ning Fengzhi's state in front of him.

Ning Rongrong winked at him, meaning that he knows how powerful he is now, right?

"Grandpa Gu said it's okay, brother Xie Chun, come and sit next to me."

The smile on Xie Chun's face froze, thinking whether it would be better to run away at this time, when Ning Fengzhi woke up, seeing this state, he might just carry him away.

At that time, there is no need to celebrate the holidays. Next week will be his first seven days. I hope to eat something good.

Seeing that he was not moving, Ning Rongrong voluntarily jumped off the sofa, ran to sit on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist, motionless like a doll.

At this time, the blue light on Ning Fengzhi's body gradually subsided, and he withdrew from the cultivation state. Sword Douluo also quickly withdrew his soul power, and asked in a low voice: "Fengzhi, how do you feel?"

"It feels better than ever before, as if I am young again." Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

He has the most right to speak about his body. After this practice, his foundation has been strengthened by at least half, and his physical condition has also recovered a lot.

"Dad, try summoning the martial spirit." Ning Rongrong tried to attract his attention.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the source of the sound, opened his mouth, and finally paused without speaking. He just turned his hands to summon his martial spirit.

Ning Rongrong was immediately confused. What kind of trouble was he making? Should he be scolded?

"One, two, three,..., seven, eight, why the eighth floor?" Xie Chun was shocked. Did something go wrong after all?

It won't be silenced.