My apprentice in Douluo is the Pope

Chapter 170 Tang San wants to sell hidden weapons, but Yang Zi'an's soul guide cuts off Hu!Ask for a recommendation ticket!
Tang San and Oscar went back first, and did not follow Ning Fengzhi to his sect. After all, today is not a holiday, but some contracts have basically been negotiated.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is responsible for providing people and money, and Tang San provides technology.

Tang San is very satisfied with this, he has been looking for opportunities to sell his hidden weapons, and he is looking for big customers, today's auction is worth it.

With these large orders, not only can he make more hidden weapons, but he can also establish his own sect.

When the Tang Sect ranks first and the second hidden weapon is made by oneself, that person should also shy away from it, right?

Yang Zian's figure flickered in Tang San's mind.

Watching the two of them walk out of the room, Ning Fengzhi touched the sleeve arrows on his wrist, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that the power of these two weapons is still a bit weak, but the potential of these two children is really good."

That's right, for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, hidden weapons are still not powerful enough, at least it will be troublesome to face enemies above the Soul Sect, but now there is no better choice, otherwise Ning Fengzhi wouldn't go to the doctor in a hurry.

The situation in the mainland is complicated and confusing. It seems that there is a hand pushing the mainland behind. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School urgently needs a strong attack method!

At this time, the door opened quietly, and a person walked in from the outside, "Sovereign, it's time for us to go back."

It was an old man, wearing a snow-white robe, with long silver hair combed neatly behind his back, with a simple appearance, his eyes were not fully opened, but slightly closed, but his gestures gave off a very special feeling.

If Ning Fengzhi's aura is soft, then this old man's aura should be described as sharp.Deadly sharp.

Ning Fengzhi nodded: "It's time to go back, Uncle Jian, let's go."

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong waited for Ning Fengzhi for a long time but still disappeared, and his temper was a little irritable.

But fortunately, her temperament was tempered by Yang Zi'an. After going to practice silently for an hour, she was naturally unhappy when she saw that she hadn't come back yet.

So she chose to complain to Bone Douluo again.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is it, Rong Rong, come out and let Dad see." At this moment, the rescuer finally came.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong first excitedly wanted to go up, but immediately realized that she was still angry, and hurriedly put on a straight face and turned around, with her back facing the direction of the door.

Bone Douluo on the sofa was amused by that delicate look.

Accompanied by Jian Douluo, Ning Fengzhi walked into the hall, and then saw his daughter at a glance, and hurried up with big strides, "Girl, why are you turning your back on Dad? It's been almost a year, Dad misses you!" It's tight!"

Ning Rongrong turned around abruptly, "Miss me? No wonder, you wish I wasn't home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter's swollen look, and couldn't help feeling pity in his heart. He first sat down on the sofa, and stretched out his arms to hug her.Who knew, but Ning Rongrong turned around and avoided it.

Without hugging his daughter, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help being surprised. Although he is an auxiliary system soul master, his huge soul power of more than 70 levels has also greatly transformed his body, much stronger than ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his martial spirit, which is also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged him casually at this time, his speed was not slow, and his daughter could easily dodge him.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran directly to Jian Douluo and threw himself into his arms: "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much, woo..."

After reuniting with her relatives after a long absence, Ning Rongrong was still a little girl after all, so excited, she burst into tears.

Jian Douluo hurriedly hugged her petite body regretfully: "Good boy, my little baby, you're back, Grandpa Jian misses you too, so much."

Ning Rongrong raised her head: "Really?"

Jian Douluo said seriously: "Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, you can ask your Grandpa Bones."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big clear eyes: "But, just now, Grandpa Gu told me that he is a little more than you think I think."

"He farts!" Sword Douluo didn't give Bone Douluo any face: "Obviously I miss you more."

"You're the one who farts!" Bone Douluo stood up abruptly from the sofa, his terrifying height was nearly [-] meters, coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more terrifying.

"Not convinced? Let's go, find a place to fight one-on-one." Sword Douluo puffed up his chest, and stared at the opponent without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you've been fighting all your life, Rongrong just came back, let's forget about today." Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him.

"Hmph." Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo snorted almost at the same time, neither of them looked at each other, their eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong rolled his big eyes, and said: "I have a way to prove, which of the two grandpas miss me more."

Ning Fengzhi patted his forehead, thinking, after all, the little witch is a little witch, and the house became lively as soon as he came back, so he couldn't help saying: "Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue at her father, she was obviously not afraid of this father at all, otherwise she would not have the title of little witch: "You don't even miss me, why don't you let the two grandpas miss me! You ran back from a long distance, but you were not at home. Two grandpas, how about this, you both give Rongrong a gift, whose gift Rongrong likes more, is whoever thinks more about Rongrong."

"Uh..." The two old men looked at each other, thinking at the same time, why is this trick again.

Ning Fengzhi suppressed a smile and said: "Okay, Rongrong, come here quickly and let Dad have a look. Who said Dad doesn't want you. Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you don't behave obediently, the gift will be gone."

"Gift? What is it?" Upon hearing the word "gift", Ning Rongrong was obviously aroused, and ran to his father in three steps.

Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand to embrace his daughter, but who knew, Ning Rongrong turned around again, still easily dodged his hand, and pursed his mouth and said: "Get the gift first, otherwise No hugs."

This time, it wasn't just Ning Fengzhi who was surprised, the two old men also looked at each other in surprise.

Due to the particularity of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, even Title Douluo couldn't tell how much her soul power was.

Ning Fengzhi's heart moved, and he asked: "Rongrong, first tell Dad how many levels your soul power has reached. Only when you have improved can Dad give you a gift."

When his father asked about his soul power, Ning Rongrong suddenly became proud, "Father, my aptitude is much better than yours. I haven't been lazy this year, and my soul power didn't grow much, so it grew so-so. It's level [-]."

"It's so little, Rongrong, you have to work hard, wait, how much do you say?"

Ning Fengzhi was too familiar with his daughter. Ever since she was a child, what Ning Rongrong hated the most was cultivation. Although she was very talented, she was always forced to practice for a while.There are also various benefits in exchange.

When he realized that Ning Rongrong was talking about level [-], his face was already full of disbelief!
Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, and looked at her father innocently, "I said level [-]! It's indeed a little less, but I will work hard."

Ning Fengzhi's voice changed slightly: "Level 27? You were 39 when you left, so you're already [-] now? You won't lie to Dad, right?"

Ning Rongrong giggled and said: "Bad dad, I don't trust him. Although Rongrong was a bit mischievous in the past, he never lied. If you don't believe me, let the two grandpas see."

While speaking, she ran directly to the old man in white and stretched out her little hand.

In the past year, she has not only eaten the essence of Yang Zi'an's fairy grass, but also obtained the mental method given by Yang Zi'an, and also cultivated both mental strength and physical body, so Ning Rongrong's so-called 39th level is better than the so-called ordinary. There are many more powerful assistant soul masters!

　A new day, please recommend a ticket
　　


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