Douluo's Encounter with the Demon Arrival

As expected by Zhang Wu, Tang San got into a fight with the guy named Tai Long. After a small fight, another big one came. Seeing that the old one was still on the way, Tang San still acted like an okay person.

But Zhang Wu didn't have the kindness to remind Tang San. After all, being able to see Tang San get beaten would add a bit of fun to this boring life. As for the power clan worshiping Tang San, that has nothing to do with Zhang Wu. Big, it is no exaggeration to say that the titled Douluo in the whole continent combined are not more than half of the Wuhun Palace. This is the result of his years in the Wuhun Palace.

I am not the Holy Son for nothing! These people are all his strong backing, and they all stand behind him and his teacher. This is also one of the reasons why the worship hall bows its head.

A small Tang Sect? hehe.

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Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

"Grandpa Bone, where did dad and the others go?" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

In front of Ning Rongrong was a skinny old man with a withered face, but he was over two meters tall. His head was bare, with only a few hairs clinging tenaciously to it. The old man said with a smile. , the sound was like a door that had not been repaired for a long time, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

"Your father and that bitch of yours, Grandpa Jian, went to Tiandou City!"

Ning Rongrong was furious: "Is my father hiding from me on purpose? He was in the sect when I was in Tiandou City, and he was in Tiandou City when I was in the sect. What do you mean?"

"Then when your father comes back, just ignore him!" The old man chuckled, and the skeleton with only dry skin sticking together looked like it was about to fall apart.

Ning Rongrong jumped onto the old man's lap, raised her hand and grabbed the white hair, "I don't care, Grandpa Gu, you have to make the decision for Rongrong!"

The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Who in the sect can offend you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while, "That's true, but I want dad to come back and bring me a lot of gifts!"

"Okay, okay, empty your father's pockets when the time comes!" Although the old man's expression was terrifying, his words were unusually gentle.

This made Ning Rongrong happy and jumping up and down.

Finally, the person who talked about the Qibao Glazed Sect is back!

"Hey, my little witch is back. Come on, let daddy see it!" A very elegant-looking man walked in and looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile.

Ning Rongrong snorted and proudly rushed towards an old man in white clothes behind the man, avoiding the man's embrace.

"Grandpa Jian, I miss Rongrong so much!"

"Be good!" The old man looked at Ning Fengzhi proudly, making the latter look sad.

However, Ning Fengzhi was a little surprised. After all, he was a level 79 soul saint, but he was actually avoided by Ning Rongrong?

"Rongrong, come here, dad has prepared a gift for you!" the man said with a smile.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Really?" He jumped up to Ning Fengzhi and looked at him expectantly.

Ning Fengzhi smiled proudly in her heart, she still understood her daughter! "But you have to tell me first, what level your soul power is, and if there is progress, then I can reward you!"

As soon as she heard her father ask about her soul power, Ning Rongrong immediately became arrogant and said, "Dad, my qualifications are much better than yours. I have only risen to eleven levels in this year. Now He’s just a level 38 soul master!”

"Oh, that's a bit little. You still have to work hard!" Ning Fengzhi sighed. He shouldn't be too familiar with his daughter. She has been pampered by her two grandfathers since she was a child and has never suffered anything. , so what if it's in Shrek Academy?

"Huh? No, wait!" Ning Fengzhi reacted, "How much did you just say?"

"Level 38! Is there any problem?" Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes and looked at her father cutely.

Ning Fengzhi seemed to have seen a ghost, "You were only at level 27 when you left, and now you are at level 38. You must have practiced evil skills!"

As soon as these words came out, Bone Douluo in front of him was unwilling, "What does it mean to practice evil arts? We Rongrong are not that kind of children, right!"

Ning Rongrong smiled and ran to the old man in white robe, stretched out her right hand, "Grandpa Jian, try it!"

The old man in white robes doubtfully grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand. After a moment, he looked shocked and said, "How is this possible? I have never heard of anyone rising to the eleventh level in one year. Even those who practice evil arts are not like this." Hurry, Rongrong, tell grandpa what’s going on?”

The two people next to him were also anxious.

Ning Rongrong said nonchalantly: "What's the matter? Some of us have been promoted to level 12. Isn't this even more terrifying?"

"What?" Ning Fengzhi was not calm now. What kind of ability could make a person improve by more than ten levels!

"Tell me quickly what you have done this year!" Ning Fengzhi said hurriedly. If Shrek taught his children to practice some evil skills, don't blame yourself for being rude!

Naturally, the two titled Douluo also thought so.

Ning Rongrong had no choice but to tell everything that had happened to her within the past year.

"What, fairy medicine? It can't be some evil thing that overdraws the human body's potential in exchange for strength!" Bone Douluo said solemnly.

Ning Rongrong said dissatisfied: "Oh, no, Brother Zhang said, that is a good thing to strengthen the foundation and improve the potential!"

"Brother Zhang Wu?" The image of a child appeared in Ning Fengzhi's mind, but he looked quite handsome. Although he was a little worse than himself, why did he say that this was a good thing for strengthening his foundation and cultivating his talents?

"We don't have such a rare thing in our sect. How could a child like him encounter it? And he still handed it over to you so generously!" Bone Douluo wondered.

Ning Rongrong said angrily: "Although these things are precious, others don't take them seriously!"

If Zhang Wu can cry to death after hearing this, what does it mean that he doesn't take it seriously? It's just that the advantages of investing in you outweigh the disadvantages, otherwise I, Zhang, would give such a precious thing to others?

"Oh?" The three of them looked at each other. Is there anyone on this continent who is richer than the people of the Qibao Glazed Sect? This is impossible! So he shook his head and said with a smile: "Does this person named Zhang Wu have a great background? What confidence does he have to not take him seriously?"

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong snorted, "I know you don't believe it, so I'll let you take a look at the gift he gave me!"

Ning Rongrong slowly raised his right hand, and a brilliant light began to bloom.

Looking at this strange light, Ning Fengzhi felt a little strange. This appearance was slightly different from his own!