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Ling Yu sat beside Ning Rongrong and Gu Yuena, holding a teacup and looking carefully at the people in the hall.

Except for the suzerain of the Fire Leopard Sect just now, he didn't feel any other obvious malice, at most it was the envy and jealousy of some noble children for him being able to get the favor of two stunning beauties at the same time.

Seeing that it was almost time for people to come, Ning Fengzhi wrapped his voice with soul power, and it rang in the ears of everyone in the hall.

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my daughter Ning Rongrong's 12th birthday party. Ning is very honored!"

As he spoke, he bowed slightly to the people in the main hall with a grateful look on his face.

Others also applauded one after another, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively.

"Come on Rongrong!"

Ning Fengzhi waved to Ning Rongrong who was beside him, and when he saw the girl walking towards him in small steps, he took Ning Rongrong's hand and said:

"This is our little girl Ning Rongrong, and she is also the sole heir to the future sect master of the Qibao Glazed Sect! So, without further ado, let's just eat, drink, chat, and relax!"

With that said, he asked Ning Rongrong to bow slightly to everyone, then took her hand and walked to Ling Yu's side.

"Little friend Ling Yu, I hope that after you become stronger in the future, you will not disappoint Rong Rong's feelings for you!"

Ning Fengzhi said solemnly: "This is a father's request!"

Ling Yu glanced at Ning Fengzhi and then at Ning Rongrong, didn't speak, just nodded.

Seeing his nod, Ning Fengzhi chuckled a few times, patted the back of Ning Rongrong's hand, turned and walked away.

Ling Yu watched as Ning Fengzhi walked up to Sword Douluo, Ju Douluo and the other four, and Yu Luomian followed behind. The six represented the three strongest forces on the mainland except Haotianzong. The representative of the door gestured and walked towards the back of the hall.

However, when Ling Yu saw the strong murderous intent shown by the deputy lord of the Fire Leopard Sect before he walked in, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Idiot, I'm going to socialize. You can eat whatever you want. Yesterday, I specially ordered the chef to make a lot of meat from thousand-year-old soul beasts. These are great supplements!"

Ling Yu nodded to the girl, and looked at the crowd of juniors brought by the major forces in front of him.

But just when Ling Yu was about to take Gu Yuena to find something to eat, a man with a handsome face, wearing a mask that looked exactly like Kakashi, his eyes flickered a few times.

"Hey, you are the holy son of Wuhundian, right?"

The young man walked to Ling Yu's side and said with some familiarity: "The person who can make Ghost Douluo Ju Douluo alarmed, a golden generation will not be treated like this!"

Ling Yu looked at the young man and said with a smile: "You are Feng Xiaotian? The once-in-a-hundred-year genius of the Feng Family of Shenfeng Academy? But why have you just broken through level [-] now?"

The young man paused, and said with surprise in his eyes: "Am I so famous now? Even the Holy Son of Wuhundian has heard of me?"

Ling Yu shook his head helplessly, "If you are famous, you are indeed famous. After all, there are only a few people on the mainland who are born full of soul power, and you are one of them. Of course, I have read your information!"

Feng Xiaotian nodded, but even so, he still said excitedly: "Asking a more personal question, you also know that in two or three years there will be the All-Continental Soul Master Elite Competition! What level are you at now? Logically speaking, you are now Only 13 years old, Soul Master? Or Soul Sect?"

Ling Yu raised his head and glanced at him, and found that at this moment, a young girl with a hot body and good looks wearing a hot red skirt came over.

"Feng Xiaotian, what are you doing here?"

Seeing that Feng Xiaotian didn't come to please her, Huo Wu was happily chatting with a young man who was suspected to be the golden generation of Wuhun Temple, and came here feeling interesting.

"Sister Fire Dance?"

When Feng Xiaotian heard the voice of Huan Mengying, his body trembled for an instant, and he stood up immediately, bent over and smiled like a dog licking his face: "It's nothing, here to chat with the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple?"

"Sacred Son of Wuhundian?"

Huo Wu's face froze suddenly: "Are you the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

Ling Yu looked at the two people in front of him, and after he glanced at the woman and heard his identity, there was a fighting spirit in his eyes, and he waved his hands boredly.

He doesn't have time to accompany two or three kittens here now, if it wasn't because he wanted to see Tang San, he would have gone all over the continent to find the coordinates of the abyss plane, or hunt down evil spirit masters !

One soul sect and one soul master is not worth it, let him pay too much attention.

Although these two have some roles in the original work.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, even if you are the holy son of Wuhundian, you can't ignore me like this!"

Ling Yu turned his head and glanced at the woman in the red skirt behind him, and said softly, "Then what do you want?"

"Since you are the holy son of Wuhundian, it means that your talent and strength are definitely the top one in our age group, and you can compete with me! I will let you go! Otherwise, I will keep pestering you! "

Huo Wu was unreasonable, and said carelessly, the arrogant look on his face made Ling Yu's helpless eyes deepen a bit.

"Let's learn from each other!"

Ling Yu glanced at Feng Xiaotian: "You also want to compete?"

Feng Xiaotian was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he nodded, his senses were very keen, and his intuition told him that the young man in front of him definitely had very strong strength.

While the three of them were talking, two more figures came over.

A fat and strong man who is at least two meters tall, and a handsome young man who looks somewhat similar to Huo Wu.

The two had heard the discussion between Feng Xiaotian and the other three at the side, and it was a big deal if they heard that they wanted to compete with the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

If Ling Yu can be defeated, then the reputation of defeating the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple will be enough for them to benefit for a lifetime.

"Huyanli! You want to go too?"

Ling Yu remembered this kid. Two years ago, when he was in Wuhundian, his grandfather took him to join Wuhundian, and he had seen this kid at that time.

Hu Yanli's expression was a little embarrassed, his grandfather had said before he came, that he must not mess with this holy son of the Wuhun Temple, and that if he messed with him, he would die without knowing how.

But how can he, who has always been called the future of the Elephant Armor Sect, resist the vigor and fighting spirit of young people.

"I want to try it!"

Huo Wushuang on the side heard Hu Yanli's words, and also stepped forward and said: "My name is Huo Wushuang, Huo Wu's brother, please count me in such a thing, after all, I can compete with the Holy Son of Wuhundian, even if Losing is also a great joy in life!"