Douluo: My martial spirit is Suona

After all, she is just a 12-year-old girl.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda is the pride of the sect!It is also her pride!

"No? Then tell me, who else can you compare to in this academy, except me?"

Si Tu Yueming sneered, "Tang San Xiaowu has a higher soul power level than you, and has more combat experience than you, let alone Tang San. That Dai Mubai, when he was 13 years old, he was already a third You are a level [-] soul master, can you do it at level [-]?"

"Ma Hongjun, possesses a top-level beast spirit. Even though he has flaws, his spirit power is still at level 29! Stronger than you, not weaker!"

"Zhu Zhuqing, although her spirit power is only a little higher than yours, she is determined. If you let her run twenty laps, not to mention twenty laps, even a hundred laps, she will finish climbing. Do you believe it or not? Can you do it?"

Ning Rongrong was so angry that her chest heaved.

"I am an auxiliary soul master! How can I compare with them!" Ning Rongrong held back the tears in her eyes and made an excuse for herself, "Only on the battlefield can I play a greater role than them!"

"Auxiliary soul master, you still have the fucking nerve to say it. With your bad temper, what the hell can it be used for? The so-called auxiliary device brings hope to everyone and is the most solid backing for teammates on the battlefield. And You’re only there for yourself.”

"With a character like yours, on the battlefield, all the people who trust you will die because of your willfulness."

"Let me tell you another truth now. On the battlefield, only the living are qualified to replenish troops... Oh no, only the ones who are qualified are qualified to provide assistance to teammates!"

"If I want to kill you on the battlefield, can you run away? With a personality like yours, can you find teammates who truly protect you and allow you to release your soul skills with peace of mind? You can't find them! So you have to be Abandoned, eventually killed by the enemy!"

After Si Tu Yueming finished speaking, he looked at Ning Rongrong silently.

It was the first time to teach a girl a lesson, and I was really inexperienced, so I almost crossed the line.

"No, there is also Oscar, I can always compare him, right?" Ning Rongrong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Sorry, I learned from the dean that Oscar may be the most talented among you."

Si Tu Yueming couldn't help but laugh, "He is a food-type soul master with innate soul power. Who else have you met?"

"..." Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong looked at Si Tu Yueming absentmindedly.

Although she didn't want to believe it, she also knew that Si Tu Yueming would not tell such lies.

Originally, as an auxiliary system soul master, Ning Rongrong had long separated himself from battle soul masters, and had no intention of comparing.

But now, after hearing what Si Tu Yueming said.

The bottom of my heart is so cold that it can't be colder.

Even Oscar is better than himself!

You know, food-type soul masters are extremely difficult to improve, and they have never seen full soul power before!

"Also, in my opinion, when Oscar grows up in the future, he may replace your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's position in the mainland. After all, Oscar's martial soul does not have the disadvantage of only being able to obtain seven soul rings."

Si Tu Yueming's words were like a sharp sword, giving Ning Rongrong the final blow.

All the words shattered Ning Rongrong's pride to the ground.

With a sound of wow, Ning Rongrong ran back crying.

"Si Tu Yueming, I hate you!"

A weeping sound came.

"..." Si Tu Yueming.

Ning Rongrong, don't blame me, you have to get over this hurdle. There is no one now, only the two of us, no one else can see it.

If you wait until night, when everyone is watching, you will be counted down again, and you will be even more ashamed.

Si Tu Yueming shook his head, seemed to remember something, and walked into the academy...

dark place.

"Hiss tear!"

A series of gasping sounds sounded.

"Damn it, this kid is a ruthless man! Boss, what should I do? The young lady was stuffed into the coffin again and made to cry again! Do you want to teach him a lesson for the young lady?"

"Take action? Don't forget about the Titled Douluo behind him. Even if the two of us put together and move a finger from the other side, we will both be doomed."

"...It seems that's the case. We can't seem to be able to defeat them. What should we do?"

"What else can we do? Report it to the sect master!"

"But last time..."

"But what? Just report it to the sect master."

……

Meanwhile, another place.

"So cruel! This boy is so courageous!"

Flender was also terrified when he saw it, "This is too ruthless, there is no mercy at all. I thought he would pretend not to see it, and teach Ning Rongrong a lesson when he comes back... This is not even a chance for him to play If you don't give it, just open it. It has my style..."

"Hahaha, I really want to see what this kid's expression will be like when he faces Sword Douluo later."

Zhao Wuji on the side couldn't help laughing.

Thinking of how he had been beaten violently by Haotian Douluo last night, he seemed to have seen Si Tu Yueming being beaten violently by Sword Douluo.

Every time I think of this, I feel inexplicably comfortable.

"Si Tu Yueming, you boy, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape this disaster!"

If Si Tu Yueming heard this, the corner of his mouth would definitely twitch.

at the same time.

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Council Hall.

In the center of the hall, a carved wooden chair stands on the main seat, with a huge jade stone embedded in the back of the chair, exuding a faint green color, warm and moist like jade, but it is a piece of top-quality warm jade!

There is a middle-aged man sitting on the wooden chair. He has a face like a crown jewel, elegant temperament, and is dressed in a spotless white robe. He looks forward with soft eyes. If you ignore this place, he looks like an ordinary person.

Everything looked so random.

At this time.

The door suddenly opened.

Waves of fresh breeze surged into the hall, swaying the porcelain tables and chairs in the store.

"Fengzhi, are you so worried about Rongrong being alone outside? How can a small academy with just two soul saints teach better than us? No, I have to go and bring Rongrong back!"

The sound sounded, as if it came from all directions, with echoes, it made the hall tremble.

Immediately, an old man with gray hair and a childlike face flew in from outside the hall. Under his feet, there was also a bright and mysterious sword.

Ning Fengzhi, who was at the top of the list, couldn't help but shook his head and said helplessly: "Uncle Jian, you and Uncle Long pampered that girl too much, and developed her current arrogant and lawless temper. No one in the entire Qibao Glazed Sect can control her. It's better to let her go out alone and see the world."

The old man known as Uncle Jian frowned and said dissatisfiedly:

"Who said we pampered him? Rongrong is such a good girl! You, as a father, are unqualified. You don't even understand your own daughter."

Hearing this, Ning Feng smiled wryly.

Of course this girl Rongrong is obedient in front of you two, but in front of us, she is a little witch!

After all, you are a titled Douluo!

This old man was suddenly one of the top strong men in the continent, a Titled Douluo and a Sword Douluo!

"Uncle Jian, no matter what you say this time, you can't go to her! You don't have to worry about her safety!"

Ning Fengzhi said decisively, "The dean of Shrek Academy is Flanders, the four-eyed owl in the golden iron triangle. With his strength, he can protect Rongrong's safety!"

"Then what if she is bullied?" Sword Douluo said angrily.

"Uncle Jian..." Ning Fengzhi was speechless, "With Rongrong's temperament, it would be good if she didn't bully others. Who else can bully her?"

His voice just fell.

Suddenly, a young man with a strange expression walked quickly outside.

"Report to the sect leader..."

"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly!" Ning Fengzhi said helplessly, frowning.

"Yes, it's about the young lady." The young man said cautiously.

"What's wrong, miss? Could it be that Flanders bullied others in the academy and came to complain to me?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"No, it's not..." The young man swallowed, not knowing whether the Sword Douluo would go berserk if he told the news.

"what is that?"

"Yes..." the young man opened his mouth and whispered, "We just learned the news that the young lady was put into a coffin by a young man from the college, and the young man even said that she cried..."