Douluo: Fengyao, the God of War, starts with Liu Erlong

Chapter 138 Mother and daughter confrontation!

Chapter 138 Mother and daughter confrontation!

"Tang San, although your teacher has been treated by me, he still needs to rest!"

"We won't bother you. It should be fine with you here, right?"

Ning Fengzhi said in a calm tone, took Ning Rongrong's hand and walked out.

When Tang San saw this, he didn't stop him. He still had some things he wanted to talk to Yu Xiaogang alone.

He immediately said: "Uncle Ning, don't worry, just let me take care of you, teacher!"

As he spoke, Tang San looked at Ning Rongrong expectantly.

See this.

Ning Fengzhi silently blocked Ning Rongrong's figure and pulled her directly outside.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Rongrong felt keenly that Ning Fengzhi didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Chen Xin aside, and sighed: "Uncle Jian, do you think my original decision was a big mistake?"

"It seems that ever since we came into contact with Tang San, our relationship with Feng Yao has become almost deadlocked!"

"Even Qinghe seems to be gradually moving away from the Qibao Glazed Sect in order to win over Feng Yao, and his relationship with us has become more subtle!"

Ning Fengzhi thought of the wink he gave Xue Qinghe before, but the other party was obviously on Feng Yao's side.

In that kind of situation, Xue Qinghe, as the prince, did not stand up and speak out, which was the biggest partiality.

What's more, he still transmitted the message to the other party.

"Fengzhi, Xue Qinghe and you have a master-disciple relationship, no matter what happens, it won't be a big deal!" Sword Douluo frowned, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ning Rongrong, and said softly: "But that Feng Yao is different!"

"With that move just now, Feng Yao's soul power will definitely not be lower than level 65!"

"Fengzhi, do you know what it means to be a high-level soul emperor who is just fifteen years old?"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but be amazed by Chen Xin's solemn words.

"It's really stunning and stunning!"

"More than just stunning talent! Now Feng Yao is backed by two titled Douluo protectors, Dugu Bo and Liu Erlong, plus the support of Xue Qinghe and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"This Feng Yao will probably be invincible for an era in the future!"

"What's the big deal? So what if he is the Soul Emperor!" Although Ning Rongrong was amazed at Feng Yao's talent, her arrogant character did not allow her to admit defeat.

What's more, she is the most noble little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect and the future heir.

Even the princesses of the two empires are not as good as her in terms of status.

"Grandpa Jian is starting to have other people's ambitions! Rongrong is not happy!"

Ning Rongrong turned her head and put her hands on her hips, as if she was trying to coax me.

But after a few breaths, no nice words came.

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but open one eye and secretly observed.

But seeing Ning Fengzhi and Sword Dou Luo Chenxin both staring at him intently, they felt panicked for no reason.

"Dad, Grandpa Jian! Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Rongrong, it seems that the contact between you and Tang San during this time not only brought those hidden weapons to the sect, but also made you even more arrogant!" For the first time, dissatisfaction with Ning Rongrong appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

He turned around and walked forward, ignoring Ning Rongrong's confused expression.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin sighed, patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, and said softly: "Rongrong, it's time for you to grow up and realize your father's painstaking efforts earlier, so that you can inherit from your brothers. Qibao Glazed Sect!”

"Rong Rong, if you continue like this, the future leader of the sect will probably be snatched away by your brothers!"

"Remember, you are Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!" After saying that, Sword Dou Luo Chenxin led the stunned Ning Rongrong to follow Ning Fengzhi.

……

When I first arrived in Wuhun City, before the Wuhun Competition started, each major college had its own arrangements.

The residence is also arranged by oneself.

This evening.

In the Papal Palace built on the mountain, a golden shadow appeared.

Qianying has long golden hair and wears a golden crown. Even more beautiful than Pope Bibi Dong, there was a stern look on his face. Wearing a golden leather armor, his body is filled with a bright aura, making people want to get closer.

"What are you here for?"

On the throne at the end of the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong held a scepter, her brows furrowed deeply, her face full of displeasure and undisguised disgust.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I miss my sister!"

Qian Renxue looked around with her eyes, looking at this extremely majestic hall, without any disturbance in her heart.

Hearing the word sister, Bibi Dong clenched her fists fiercely, and a trace of pain flashed across her face.

"Do you know? If your identity is discovered, our plan will come to nothing!?"

“All the hard work you’ve put in over the years have been in vain!?”

"Sister, I'm afraid you have forgotten now!" A sneer appeared on Qian Renxue's pretty face, "I am the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, and now I am representing the Heaven Dou Empire to compete with your Spirit Hall!"

"The Golden Generation of Wuhun Palace, what a great name!"

"I just don't know what kind of performance you will be able to perform when the time comes!"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, stared at Qian Renxue below with unkind eyes, and said coldly: "If you are here just to talk about these things, then you can leave!"

"Sister, as the pope, you have such great official power!" Qian Renxue had no intention of giving Bibi Dong any face, and still said sarcastically: "It seems that the power of the pope is indeed very great..."

"But I don't know if my sister can still remember who gave the pope the rights!"

"Yue Guan Ghost, Demon Bear Ling Yuan, get out of here!"

Qian Renxue's angry voice, accompanied by soul power, spread outwards with the Pope's Palace as the center.

But fortunately, Bibi Dong took action in time and stabilized the sound within a controllable range.

Except for the titled Douluo of Wuhun Palace itself, no one could hear it.

"what you do?!"

Before Bibi Dong finished speaking, Qian Renxue heard a cold shout: "What should I do? I want to hear what exactly you want to do?"

"Who gave you the right to attack my people?"

"Don't think that just because you are the Pope, you can dictate my affairs! Sooner or later, the position of the Pope will belong to me. Do you think that just because you let a loser inherit the position of a saint, you can let her inherit the position of the Pope?"

"wishful thinking!"

"I haven't settled the score with you about She Long's matter yet!"

Sudden.

Just as they were fighting with their eyes above, Yue Guan Ghost and Ling Yuan, whose names had just been called out by Qian Renxue, appeared behind Qian Renxue and knelt down on one knee.

Even the demon bear, which was seriously injured and had not yet woken up from a coma, was pulled over by Yue Guan and the ghost.

He had a look of decline on his face, as if he would die in the next second.

(End of this chapter)

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