Douluo's ghost sword

"You said that Dugu Bo captured your friend, and then Dugu Bo was defeated by that kid with Salas and the Golden Iron Triangle, and he was seriously injured and escaped?"

At this moment, after Ning Fengzhi had listened to Ning Rongrong's narration, with a look of unconcealable surprise on his face, he said to Ning Rongrong with some doubts.

He also knows the strength of the Golden Iron Triangle and Salas. Although their strength is good, can they really defeat the Title Douluo together?

But her daughter didn't look like she was lying to him, so she was dubious in her heart.

"Yeah, that's it. Dad, if you don't believe me, you can go and see Dugu Bo's old lair in Sunset Forest. It's already been occupied."

Ning Rongrong nodded quickly, and said with a smile, because Lin Feng said that she concealed Lin Feng's role in this trip, and only said that Lin Feng had a very powerful gun, which caused a lot of trouble for Dugu Bo.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong suspiciously, then nodded, although she seemed to see that Ning Rongrong seemed to have something to hide from him.

But compared to the news that Dugu Bo was injured and escaped, and now there is no trace, this kind of concealment is irrelevant.

"That old poison is really embarrassing! By the way, Rongrong, have you already broken through to the Soul Lord?"

At this moment, after hearing the news that Dugu Bo had been defeated and seriously injured, Sword Douluo Chenxin sneered, feeling quite disdainful for the news that Dugu Bo, a titled Douluo, was beaten and seriously injured by several Soul Saints and Contras .

Immediately, he seemed to think of something, looked at Ning Rongrong and asked.

When he was testing the weapon just now, he also sensed the fluctuation of Ning Rongrong's soul power, which seemed to have reached the level of a soul master.

"Of course! Rongrong is a genius! But Grandpa Jian, you will never guess how much Rongrong's soul power is now."

After hearing this, Ning Rongrong turned her head and said to Jian Douluo with a smile,

"Hehe, when Rongrong left, if my memory serves me correctly, it should have a soul power of level 27. Since I am so confident and broke through to the soul master in more than a year, I should have a soul power of level 32 now. Right." Sword Douluo sized Ning Rongrong up, and immediately speculated with confidence.

"No! Grandpa Bone will come and guess." Ning Rongrong shook his head forcefully, then turned his big eyes to Bone Douluo on the other side and said with a smile.

"Oh? Isn't it level 32? Could it be that our little genius is already level 33?"

Bone Douluo also guessed level 32 in his mind before, but when he heard that it was wrong, he was a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he immediately looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile.

But after Ning Rongrong got this answer, she still shook her head.

On the other side, Ning Fengzhi let out a broken laugh, shook his head and said with a knowing expression on his face.

"Uncle Bone, Uncle Jian, you are confused by this girl's appearance again, don't look at her like this, but with her cultivation speed, it shouldn't be long since she broke through to the Soul Lord, only level 31."

After finishing speaking, Ning Fengzhi also looked at Ning Rongrong. Although he was a bit out of control with his daughter, he still understood her escaping nature quite well.

From her point of view, Ning Rongrong's proud and complacent appearance was obviously trying to confuse them.

But this time, Sect Master Ning, who has always been strategizing, seems to have guessed wrong. After hearing this, Ning Rongrong still shook his head and said with a smile.

"Dad, you all guessed wrong!"

"Oh? Am I really wrong?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at his precious daughter with a smile that was not a smile, and there was a confidence in his eyes that had seen through everything.

"Although I guessed wrong, Dad was right about one thing. I did break through to the Soul Lord recently, but!" Ning Rongrong paused.

"But what?" Ning Fengzhi smiled, wanting to see what kind of tricks his lively daughter was trying to play.

"However, after a day of penance, I am now level 37!"

Ning Rongrong raised her small face and said with a mysterious smile.

"What! Rongrong, don't scare grandpa!"

After the Bone Douluo heard it, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his withered face couldn't help shaking, and said.

He knows that in this world, there is a kind of evil cultivation method that consumes vitality. The faster the cultivation progresses, the greater the consumption of vitality.

For Ning Rongrong's situation, if he had cultivated that kind of cultivation technique, he would probably have consumed decades of his lifespan.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo also thought of this possibility in their hearts, and couldn't help but look even more ugly.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong chuckled and said.

"What are you guys doing? I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but why did you become frightened now? Actually, it's nothing. I just ate a special herb to improve my strength so much."

"Herbal?" Ning Fengzhi asked nervously.

"What herb?"

"It's called Qiluo Tulip, and it's an extremely precious fairy herb." Ning Rongrong said.

"Qi Luo Tulip? Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone. Have you heard of this herb?"

The two old men shook their heads at the same time, their faces were blank, and seeing the worried expression on Ning Fengzhi's face instantly became a little more intense.

"Don't worry, he won't harm me, these herbs are immortal products that absorb the essence of heaven and earth, they can strengthen the foundation, strengthen the foundation and cultivate vitality.

Forget it, I won't hide it anymore, let me show you the real surprise!It seems that you will not worry about this! "

The corners of Ning Rongrong's mouth turned up slightly, the figure of that perfect and handsome man inexplicably appeared in his mind, he said with a sweet smile.

While speaking, Ning Rongrong slowly raised his right hand, and the gorgeous colorful light began to gather slowly in the palm of his hand.

Seeing the solidified light in his daughter's palm, Ning Fengzhi seemed to have noticed something strange, but he didn't understand where the fault was.

As for the other white-clothed Sword Douluo, seeing the dazzling pagoda that emerged, he instantly exclaimed.

"Nine floors and nine colors, the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda?"

Seeing this, they instantly breathed a sigh of relief and were no longer worried.

The Wuhun broke through the limit, and the appearance of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, this is already the best proof that Ning Rongrong's vitality has not diminished, but has increased substantially.

On the contrary, after worrying, there was still a touch of ecstasy, shock and excitement. For a while, the three of them looked at the pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm, and for a while they didn't know what to say.

Baoguang disappeared, and Ning Rongrong withdrew her martial spirit.

"Rongrong, is this the surprise you gave Dad?" Ning Fengzhi exhaled, calmed down, looked at Ning Rongrong and smiled.

"Well, by the way, there is another little surprise, I almost forgot."

Ning Rongrong nodded his head and said with a smile, and then waved his hand. In an instant, twenty revolvers, bullet belts, and dozens of G-14 grenades appeared in the open space in front of the three people.

"There are a total of twenty revolvers and thirty grenades. Dad, you saw it just now. These things are still very powerful. Our direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are very weak in combat.

But as long as these things are assembled, if there is no too great danger, it is enough to protect itself. "