Douluo: The God of Death returns, shocking Ning Rongrong at the beginning

Tiandou Empire, inside Tiandou City.

A magnificent carriage slowly stopped in front of the palace. Because of the important location of the palace, no carriage was allowed to enter this place. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed.

Naturally, Ning Fengzhi also knew the rules of this place and brought Chenchuan to a relatively quiet palace.

Looking at such luxurious and connotative palaces around him, Chenchuan couldn't help but nod. It was indeed the residence of the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, and it truly lived up to its reputation.

In the peaceful palace, relatives of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe made a gesture of invitation and said: "Sect Master Ning, Mr. Chenchuan, please wait here for a moment. His Highness the Crown Prince will be here soon."

Ning Fengzhi nodded gracefully and said: "Tell Qinghe, don't worry, deal with your own affairs first, I'll just wait here for him."

The servant nodded respectfully, turned around, poured a cup of hot tea for Sect Leader Ning, and then left the place silently.

"Chuan'er, you just came back. The reason why Qinghe wants to see you may be because you two knew each other before."

Ning Fengzhi took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

Chenchuan leaned on the soft sofa and said in a calm voice: "Thirteen years have passed, and good friends from back then have died one after another. Even if there were negotiations back then, I'm afraid they have all been forgotten."

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi remained silent and drank tea silently. However, Chuan'er's words were somewhat true. Thirteen years have passed, so I'm afraid he won't remember them so clearly.

About ten minutes later, a soft voice came from upstairs.

"Teacher, you are here."

After the voice fell, a young man who seemed to be in his twenties walked in slowly. Although the young man looked ordinary, he had an extraordinary bearing. He had short blond hair and was wearing a gorgeous red robe. He looked particularly special. Noble.

On the surface, he looks like a calm and elegant young man, but in fact, he has a very secretive mind and is always planning something.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and nodded slightly: "Qinghe."

Xue Qinghe bowed deeply, his eyes full of respect.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi also nodded and smiled, helped Xue Qinghe up, and said: "Qinghe, I have told you so many times, there is no need for this."

"Teacher, you're welcome. How can Qinghe accept your great gift? If word spreads, my father will be unhappy again."

Xue Qinghe shifted his gaze to Chenchuan who was sitting on the sofa, and asked softly: "This is Senior Sword Douluo's grandson, Brother Chenchuan, right?"

Chenchuan stood up, nodded towards Xue Qinghe and said, "We haven't seen each other for many years. Your Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Xue Qinghe stood with his hands behind his back, with a noble and extraordinary demeanor and said: "Yes, when I first met you, you were only six years old. Now time flies, brother Chenchuan is already nineteen years old."

"If Uncle Ning hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were still alive." Xue Qinghe made a gesture of greeting with one hand, then sat on a chair and said with a smile: "My teacher and I were worried about your sudden disappearance. , and teamed up with the Knights of the Heaven Dou Empire to search the Star Dou Forest, but unfortunately, they returned in vain."

Speaking of this, Xue Qinghe also expressed his fault. He didn't expect that he was still alive. It was really unexpected.

Xue Qinghe personally poured a cup of green tea for Ning Fengzhi and asked, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. How is brother Chenchuan's cultivation?"

"Ninety-five level titled Douluo, titled, God of Death."

A simple sentence, but Xue Qinghe's right hand suddenly froze, and even the water in the cup overflowed, and he did not react.

It wasn't until Ning Fengzhi reminded him that Xue Qinghe recovered from the shock, but he still looked at Chenchuan in front of him with his stunned eyes.

Nineteen-year-old titled Douluo...

And it’s still level ninety-five.

No matter where this kind of talent is placed, it would be astonishing.

Tang Hao, the youngest titled Douluo now, is probably trying to avoid him in front of the latter.

There is simply no way to compare it.

Xue Qinghe swallowed his dry tongue, and his clear eyes began to flicker slightly. No one knew what he was thinking, except that he was extremely uncomfortable now.

Chenchuan suddenly put his right hand on Xue Qinghe's shoulder, making the other party turn his head suddenly in fright, and the cup he held in his right hand also had spider web-like scratches.

"Why, why is Your Highness so nervous?"

Chenchuan half-closed his eyes and smiled coldly.

However, he did not blow through Xue Qinghe's disguise. She currently did not pose any threat to him.

Moreover, once Xue Qinghe's identity is exposed, it may lead to a battle between the Tiandou Empire and the Wuhun Palace, but at that time, it will be an unprecedented battle.

Xue Qinghe adjusted his breathing, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile on his strange cheeks: "Hehehe, I didn't expect brother Chenchuan to break through to the realm of Titled Douluo. It really shocked me, and at the same time I sighed at the power of the Chen family's bloodline. .”

"Now the youngest titled Douluo will probably fall on Xiandi."

"His Royal Highness, you are serious. I have no interest in that kind of fictitious title."

Chenchuan waved his hands indifferently, indicating that he had no effect on this so-called youngest titled Douluo.

It's much better to have something practical.

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly and said nothing when he saw this. It seemed that in the past ten years, the little guy in front of him had transformed into something unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe took out a gold medal from his arms and handed it over. The gold medal was simple in style, but it contained a special flow of energy and had a word "天" carved on it.

"Brother Chenchuan, take this sign. If you need anything in the future, just come to the palace to see me."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Chuan'er, this sign is just a personal symbol of Qinghe and has no other purpose."

Chenchuan took the golden token and weighed it. It was of good weight and should be made of pure gold.

He put it into the soul guide and said, "Thank you very much."

"It doesn't matter, a small gift is not a sign of respect. We will still have many contacts in the future." Xue Qinghe stretched out his finger and pushed the cup in front of Chenchuan.

"Teacher, dear brother, it's getting late, why don't we have lunch together." Xue Qinghe suggested.

Ning Fengzhi refused and said: "Forget it Qinghe, the sect still has many things to deal with. I can't eat here."

"But Chuan'er should be fine. Why don't you let him stay here? It will just be a reunion after you two brothers met."

Hearing this, Xue Qinghe also nodded slightly. The teacher was busy, and he knew better. In addition, the elite competition of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy was about to begin, so the sect's affairs were naturally much busier.