Douluo's martial arts sketch wheel eye and sound of thunder fruit

Outside Tiandou City, Qibao Mountain, this is one of the three sects of the Seven Great Sects, the address of the Qibao Glazed Tile Sect.

At this time, in an unusually gorgeous hall, there was a handsome man with the temperament of a scholar. He looked at the letter in his hand that had just arrived from Wuhun City, and his expression was a little dignified.

"Fengzhi, how is it?"

A pale-haired man with an unusually handsome appearance. He obviously has the temperament of an old man, but his appearance is like that of a middle-aged man. The aura around him is like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed. The scholar man asked, "What did you say in the letter?"

The Confucian man nodded to the old man, with a somewhat solemn face, "The Holy Son was suddenly established in the Spirit Hall! And it is said that he is only a six-year-old child! What is the reason for such an unprecedented thing? "

The white-haired old man was also a little puzzled. The position of Holy Son is equivalent to that as long as the Hall of Spirits is established, the next pope is basically determined to be this young man!

But what both of them couldn't understand was that just a six-year-old boy, even if he was born full of soul power, shouldn't be established as a holy son in such a short period of time. This is an important decision related to the future of the entire power.

"Let me tell you, this young man's talent is definitely not simple. It is absolutely certain that he is born with full soul power, but it is not just that he is born with full soul power!"

While the two were tangling, an old man with thinning hair and tall stature walked in.

The appearance of the old man is really scary, the whole looks like a huge skeleton, extremely frightening!

"Old bone, what you are talking about is nonsense. I also know that since the other party has been established as the holy son of the Wuhun Temple, it is definitely not as simple as being born full of soul power. The problem is that even if his talent is very good, how about his character and mood? How, can the other party confirm it? What is the intention of the Wuhun Palace for so eagerly establishing a six-year-old boy as the Holy Son of the Wuhun Palace, this is something that Fengzhi and I have not figured out!"

Seeing the burly old man, the white-haired old man immediately mocked: "Simple thinking!"

Hearing this old enemy's ridicule, the burly old man immediately blushed with anger, and shouted: "Ah! I'm so angry! Old sword man, if you have the ability to go out and fight one-on-one, if you don't beat your shit out this time, I'll kill you!" With your last name!"

"Okay, come on, who is afraid of whom!" The white-haired old man also stood up not to be outdone, and looked at each other with the burly old man, blowing beards and staring at each other, neither of them convinced.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, that's enough, the most important thing for us now is to figure out what the purpose of Wuhundian is, let's put the fighting aside for now!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to have another daily sparring session, the Confucian man stroked his forehead with his hand and stopped him softly.

"Humph!"*2

The two looked at each other, snorted coldly, walked to the Confucian man and sat down. Although the two were still at war, the terrifying aura that had just enveloped the entire hall also stopped.

The Confucian man is naturally the suzerain of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School - Ning Fengzhi, and the other two are the two elders protecting the sect: Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo!

Two Title Douluo above level 95!

Ning Fengzhi picked up the letter in his hand again, read it several times, stretched out his hand, stroked his chin and said, "The other party is probably twin martial souls!"

"What!"*2

Two exclamations sounded at the same time, and the white-haired old man turned his head to look at Ning Fengzhi beside him and said, "Are you sure? Innately full of soul power, coupled with twin martial souls, this kind of talent is to catch up with the Hall of Enshrinement in the Spirit City The old guy from

Bone Douluo also looked at Ning Fengzhi with serious eyes. If it was true, such a talent might not have been rare in the 10-year history of the Douluo Continent.

If this matter was spoken by other people, the two of them might not believe it, but this person is Ning Fengzhi, this man who is said to be only slightly weaker than the woman in Wuhundian in terms of intelligence, what he said is too credible Taller!

"At least there is a [-]% possibility! Otherwise, this matter cannot be explained at all, and I guess there must be some crucial factor in it, which led to such a six-year-old boy with extremely high talent. In just two months, he was established as the Holy Son!"

Ning Fengzhi touched his chin and said to the two elders beside him.

Hearing what the other said, the two old people nodded again and again. From this point of view, with this holy son, the status of Wuhun Hall will not be shaken in the next 200 years.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, we don't have to worry too much. Although the Spirit Hall has made many reforms since Bibi Dong came to power in the past few years, the status of the Spirit Hall in the hearts of ordinary soul masters has been greatly improved, but After all, they haven't shown their intention to confront the last three sects, as long as we don't take the initiative to provoke each other, the other party will have nothing to do with us! Just wait for the time to come!"

The two Title Douluo nodded, but they were thinking carefully about the future development of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Bone, Dad, Rongrong is here to play with you!"

Just as the three people in the hall were constantly thinking about the future of the sect, a clear and melodious voice came from outside the hall, making the three people who heard the voice all show a little doting smile.

As the footsteps approached, a woman was wearing a blue knee-length skirt, with short ear-length hair combed behind her ears, a pair of gorgeous and exquisitely crafted embroidered shoes on her feet, and a pair of white calf socks tightly fitting the girl's calves. Wrapped tightly, only the white knees are exposed, like two pieces of fine jade.

With a happy smile on her face, the girl ran to the three of them in small steps, hugged the three of them in turn, and then he sat on the burly old man's lap, fiddling with the few strands of the other's hair.

"Father, what are you discussing here? Rongrong has been looking for you outside for a long time just now!"

The girl is naturally Ning Rongrong, this girl who has been spoiled to the extreme by the sect with the most wealth in the whole world since she was a child.

However, compared to when Ning Rongrong was a teenager in the original book, she was only five years old and hadn't developed the temperament of a little witch. Although she was tolerated by the sect, her personality was playful, active and innocent After a few years, he loves to play tricks on people.

Seeing the girl's displeasure, the Confucian man smiled at the girl and said, "Good boy Rongrong, just now Dad was discussing something with the two grandpas, no, now that the discussion is over, we can play with Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong glanced at her father's appearance, her big eyes caught a letter in the other's hand, she hurriedly let go of Bone Douluo's hair, climbed down from the other's lap carefully, and ran to her father's Beside him, he took the letter from his hand and read it carefully.

The three of them didn't stop them, they just smiled and looked at each other's playful and active appearance, with eyes full of love.

"Sacred Son of Wuhundian? Who is this!"

Seeing the contents of the letter, Ning Rongrong asked the three of them: "Is this person very powerful? He is worthy of two grandfathers and fathers. The three of you get together to discuss? But the letter does not say that the other party is only six years old." Is it? Only one year older than me!"

Thinking of this, the girl rose to Xiaozui, feeling somewhat resentful towards this villain who spent the whole morning playing with her three elders.