Douluo's opening confession to the female pope

Inside the gazebo.

Under Ning Fengzhi's spring-like reception, the four of them sat down, while Ning Rongrong stood beside him, pouted dissatisfiedly, and even made a face for Lin Langtian while others were not paying attention.

Why should Lin Langtian occupy her position?

On the stone table, there was only a jug of fine wine and a few plates of light dishes.

Sword Dou Luo Chen Xin raised his head and poured a glass of wine, seeing Ning Rongrong's aggrieved appearance, he was immediately unhappy, and said to Ning Fengzhi: "Fengzhi, how can I let my little princess stand?"

"That's right, it's too much favoring one another, isn't it?" Bone Douluo also said dissatisfied.

Ning Fengzhi pushed up his glasses, smiled helplessly, and said, "In such an occasion, Rongrong should abide by some rules. By the way, Holy Son, I hope you don't blame Rongrong for being naughty."

After witnessing Lin Langtian's potential with his own eyes, Ning Fengzhi valued Lin Langtian even more.

Between the words, there is a sense of intimacy.

Hearing this, what else could Lin Langtian say, he shook his head and said, "Sect Master Ning, you are being polite."

"Rongrong is used to being pampered by us, how can we not know her temperament? When meeting His Royal Highness, she must use her brains. Rongrong, be obedient, and apologize to His Royal Highness."

Ning Rongrong pouted dissatisfiedly, turned her head and snorted.

A pair of wonderful eyes glared at Lin Langtian quietly.

She shouldn't bow her head and apologize!

It is also impossible for Lin Langtian to really care about a little girl, and he also punished her a little that day, raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "Sect Master Ning, you don't have to be like this, I'm very scared."

"The Holy Son has already said that, Fengzhi, what do you care about?" Jian Douluo frowned.

Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile and punished himself with three cups.

After asking Ning Rongrong to fill up the drinks for everyone, Ning Fengzhi looked at the wrinkles on the surface of the cup, coughed lightly, offered Lin Langtian a cup, and said with a smile, "Holy Son, he is really the strongest drinker I have ever seen. Tianjiao."

After changing the subject, he said again: "Within a hundred years, there will only be a handful of people who can be called the pride of heaven."

Lin Langtian took a sip of his drink.

From entering the sect to the present, Ning Fengzhi has given him the greatest dignity, even showing a trace of compliment in his words, but he never mentions joining the Wuhun Palace, and prefers to chat instead.

Seeing this, Lin Langtian had no choice but to praise the other party, as worthy of being the suzerain of the last three sects.

In comparison, Yu Yuanzhen was far behind.

The system didn't issue the task of destroying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so Lin Langtian didn't bother to overthrow the other party. Moreover, seeing Ning Fengzhi's character, he would never let himself return without success.

"Holy Son, who do you think I am going to talk about?" Ning Fengzhi asked with a smile.

Lin Langtian shook his head, "I don't know."

"The first one, I think the one who deserves the title of Tianjiao is Xiaotian Douluo, Tang Xiao, before the Haotian School retired, he was already a titled Douluo, and he was only in his sixties at that time."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the reactions of the crowd, and continued: "As the master of the first sect, but he can hide it, it's rare."

"Barely."

Lin Langtian nodded slightly.

He also knew in his heart that the reason why the other party brought up Xiaotian Douluo first was to observe his own attitude towards Haotianzong.

"Please continue." Lin Langtian also became a little interested.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were reduced to a foil, drinking beside them while listening to Ning Fengzhi's high-spirited talks.

"The second person is Chihiro Ji, the former Pope of the Spirit Hall..."

Lin Langtian laughed, and didn't bother to beat around the bush. Knowing that this wise man was testing him, he simply pointed out, "He's not worthy, he's just a vain trash."

Level 95 Title Douluo, and two Title Douluo subordinates guarding him, were blown away by Tang Hao who had just broken through.

He is not trash, who is trash?

Lin Langtian also knew that the biggest obstacle between the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School and the Wuhun Palace was the grievance between Sword Douluo and Qian Daoliu, and this was also the reason for Ning Fengzhi's temptation.

If Lin Langtian belonged to the line of Qian Daoliu, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School would never surrender to the Wuhun Palace.

That's right, surrender.

Ning Fengzhi and other extremely intelligent people, if they can't see hope, they will never insist on fighting against Wuhundian.

At this moment, the dignified son of Wuhundian insulted the former pope.

If this word gets out, there will be an uproar.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo looked at each other, and saw the same thought in each other's eyes: this guy is so crazy, he even slandered the previous Pope so much, how could he think that?

Ning Rongrong puffed her cheeks, and blinked cutely.

Subconsciously, she wanted to dig out her ears, but she thought she wasn't ladylike enough, so her hand stopped in mid-air embarrassingly.

A gleam of joy flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, he had investigated the current Pope of Wuhun Hall, and had deep conflicts with Qian Daoliu, and at this time Lin Langtian was also on the side of the current Pope.

The current situation is extremely beneficial to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Holy Son was joking, haha. Hearing that Yu Yuanzhen of the Landian Tyrannosaurus Clan died, does Holy Son know what's going on?" Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly, looked at Lin Langtian and said.

Lin Langtian told the truth, and then asked:

"Sect Master Ning, the noble sect already knows my reason for coming, so what is your choice?"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly taken aback, but he didn't expect Lin Langtian to ask the question directly, then he nodded and said with a smile: "Holy Son, please stay in the Bizong for a night, and I will give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow."

"can."

Both parties got the answers they wanted, and they talked happily.

……

It was night, and Lin Langtian was arranged into a big villa.

While practicing Ghost Shadow Mistracking, there was a knock on the door, and the soul master of Wuhun Hall opened the door for him. The person who came was Ning Rongrong. She was holding a pot of hangover soup, and she smiled and said that she wanted to ask Lin Langtian to make amends.

The soul master didn't suspect him, so he let Ning Rongrong in.

Laughing secretly for a while, Ning Rongrong sorted out her complexion, she looked very natural, and then walked to the training site, seeing the shirtless Lin Langtian, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

She called out in a pretty way: "Your Highness, Holy Son, this is the hangover soup I cooked for you, as my apology."

Lin Langtian glanced at her, and said lightly, "Just let it go."

Then he continued to move around in the field.

Afterimages swept up.

Ning Rongrong sat on the steps, hugged her knees with her arms, and waited for Lin Langtian to finish his practice.