The Tyrant of Douluo Comes

"Your Highness the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace... I wonder what you are here for?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Qian Renlin sitting on the chair to his right and asked doubtfully.

It wasn't him who invited him to sit down, but Qian Renlin who sat down without disturbing anyone.As for why Ning Fengzhi recognized him, it was very simple. He looked so evil and handsome, exuded a strong aura, and had strength that he could not see through at this age. Except for the mysterious Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, , he couldn't think of who else it might be.

After Qian Renlin completed the transformation of the Killing City, he came directly to the Qibao Glazed Sect, and the puppet was currently practicing in the Shenglin Hall.

"Want to try it?" Qian Renlin poured himself a glass of red wine, shook the bottle and asked him.

"No! The red wine produced by Wuhun Palace is sold throughout the continent." Ning Fengzhi said calmly.

'Your Majesty, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, is this how you give people wine?There is no sincerity at all. ' Ning Fengzhi thought to himself.

"Ha! This is not made by the wine maker of Wuhun Palace, but the red wine made by this Holy Son himself. This is the only red wine in the whole continent." Qian Renlin took a sip of red wine and spat it out with seductive thin lips. said.

Ning Fengzhi's frown deepened. He couldn't figure out what the other party's intention was.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty the Holy Son. I am not an alcoholic. You should tell me what you are doing here!"

The Soul Master Competition is just a few days away, and the other party comes at this time... It's not a good thing no matter how you look at it.

"I heard that your Qibao Glazed Pagoda martial soul can only reach level 79 in its lifetime and will never be able to break through again." Qian Renlin said slowly while shaking his wine glass.

Ning Fengzhi's eyes narrowed and he said impatiently: "What you said is true, but you, the majestic Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, wouldn't come here just to ridicule me!"

"Hmph~" Qian Renlin snorted softly: "Are you really willing to do this?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, this is the fate of my Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. The sect is busy, so please invite His Majesty the Holy Son!"

"Huh~"

Qian Renlin took out an elixir from the corner of his mouth and said: "Fate is broken by oneself, not determined by anyone. If you don't fight for it, how do you know it is fate?"

"This...what do you mean?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't understand him more and more. Could it be that this grass alone could change his life?

"This is a thousand-year-old chair tulip. Its function is to improve the soul master's physique, make up for the defects caused by the martial soul, and break through the martial soul's level."

"What? Can it make up for the shortcomings of the martial spirit and break the inherent grade of the martial spirit?" Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank sharply, and his face changed as he exclaimed.

Qian Renlin glanced at him and said, "Yes, if you eat it, you can break through the bottleneck of level 79 and break through the level of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Spirit."

"Huh~ tell me! What do you want?" Now that the words have come to this point, if he still doesn't understand the other party's intentions, then he is not worthy of being the leader of this kind of clan.

"I want you, Qibao Glazed Sect, to surrender to me!" Qian Renlin said without any doubt.

"Impossible! I can agree to your other conditions, but if you ask me, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, to surrender to the Wuhun Palace, I will never agree." Ning Fengzhi refused without thinking.If he really surrenders to Wuhun Palace, then there will be no more Seven Treasures Glazed Sect in the mainland.

"You have to think about it! After surrendering to Wuhun Palace, your Qibao Glazed Sect will still be one of the top three sects, and the sect leader will still be you. Everything in your sect will remain as it was before, and Wuhun Palace will not interfere with your sect. It’s about the door.”

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "You should give up on this idea! Your Wuhun Palace is too ambitious. I'm afraid that once I surrender to your Wuhun Palace, you will soon take action against other forces in the mainland! Let's wait for the solution. Without the threat posed by other forces, you will start to encroach on the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"

Although the fairy grass was very tempting and he was very tempted, but for the future of the Qibao Glazed Sect and the balance of the continent, he could not agree to the other party's conditions.

Qian Renlin's eyes turned cold, old man, since you don't want to surrender to me, then go die!

"Fengzhi, it's time for us to set off. Tomorrow is the qualifying round for the Elite Soul Master Academy Competition!"

Just when Qian Renlin was about to kill Ning Fengzhi and then make a puppet to control the Qibao Glazed Sect, Jian Chenxin stepped on the Seven Killing Sword from outside the door and entered the palace and said.

Looking at Chen Xin sitting opposite, Qian Renlin had no choice but to suppress his thoughts. It was almost done anyway, so there was no rush.

"Qian Renlin... what are you doing here?" Chen Xin looked at Qian Renlin sitting in the bone melting position and was startled. He quickly stood up and said cautiously.

"Haha! Sword Douluo, we meet again!" Qian Renlin picked up the wine glass and took an elegant sip, looking at the other person and saying with a smile.

"Fengzhi, he didn't do anything to you, right?" Chen Xin looked at Qian Renlin cautiously and asked Ning Fengzhi.

"Oh... don't be nervous, he came here to make a deal with me." Ning Fengzhi came back to his senses and waved his hand.

He just felt a killing intent from Qian Renlin. This was the first time in his life that he felt killing intent. The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace just wanted to kill him.

"Deal? Humph! What kind of good deal can Wuhun Palace and our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect have? The sect leader is very busy with affairs, so His Royal Highness the Holy Son should please come back!"

"I suddenly changed my mind, Sect Master Ning. I will use this herb in my hand to exchange for your Seven Treasure Sect's distraction control method. It's not too much!" Qian Renlin smiled, took out the Tulip Chair again and said.

Chen Xin didn't know what they were trading before, but now that he saw that the other party wanted to exchange for the sect's secret method, he naturally said unkindly: "Just a piece of broken grass wants to exchange for the secret method of my Qibao Glazed Sect. You are worthy of being from the Wuhun Palace." Holy Son, you are really good at business!"

"Okay! I agree!" Ning Fengzhizhu said with his cane.

"Fengzhi, aren't you confused? How could you hand over the secret technique to Wuhun Palace?" Chen Xin looked at Ning Fengzhi in disbelief and said.

"Hey, Uncle Jian, don't ask anymore. I'll tell you later." Ning Fengzhi said sleepily.

He also felt troubled by being targeted by the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace.

Chen Xin frowned and stopped talking. Based on his understanding of Ning Fengzhi, he would never do anything detrimental to the interests of the sect. What's more, this secret method was the private property of his Ning family, so he couldn't interfere too much.

"What you want is recorded here, take a look!"

Qian Renlin took a breath from the air, grabbed a ring and opened it. There was a scroll inside. Qian Renlin released his mental power and scanned it to remember the contents.

"Okay, I gave you this tulip. How you use it is up to you." Qian Renlin threw the ring tulip into the air and disappeared.