The legend of old Jack in Douluo

Chapter 122 The Seven-kill Sword of Submission

Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School.

Ning Rongrong was sitting on the sofa in the hall, shaking her slender legs constantly, her mouth was so pouty that she could almost hang the soy sauce bottle.After returning for most of the day, her father disappeared, and she felt a little emotional while waiting.

Opposite Ning Rongrong, an old man with a haggard face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still amazing.He is not the kind of muscular body with extremely swollen muscles, but the whole body skeleton is surprisingly large.

The already very spacious sofa made him sit on it, and it was obviously much smaller.The clothes seemed to be fully supported by skeletons, the muscles and skin were shriveled, and the eye sockets were sunken. If it was seen at night, it would look like a huge skeleton.

This person is one of the two great priests in the Seven Treasure Glazed Glasses, a powerhouse at the title Douluo level: Bone Douluo!The other is Sword Douluo.

"My little princess, don't be angry, your father will probably be back soon." Bone Douluo put down his teacup and said to Ning Rongrong.His voice was very hoarse, like leaves blown by the wind, and it sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Rongrong jumped off the sofa, ran to sit on Bone Douluo's lap, she was white and beautiful, she was like a doll compared to the old man with huge skeleton.He raised his hand and grabbed the white hair on Bone Douluo's head, "I don't care, he finally came back once, but Dad is not there, he is hiding from me on purpose, right? Grandpa Bone, you have to decide for me."

After moving to Tianxing Academy for school, although Ning Rongrong was very close to home, Ning Rongrong couldn't adapt to the new environment at first, so she stayed home for more than ten days.Later, I felt that it was really boring, so I simply moved to the school dormitory, and I only came back every two or three months on average.

The shriveled skin on Bone Douluo's face twitched, and he said a little dumbfounded: "My little princess, don't bother with the dry grass on your Grandpa Bone's head, otherwise, I will really become bald. I was even made fun of by that bitch, Grandpa Jian. You let me decide for you, what should I do, is there anyone else in the sect who can provoke you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while, and said: "That's right. Hmph, no matter, anyway, when Dad comes back, I must let him give me something good, so that I can calm down. Grandpa Bones, you have to speak for me."

Bone Douluo had no choice but to nod repeatedly because of the few stumps of hair on his head.If he is like this now, if someone from the soul master world outside sees him, he will be surprised to what extent.Bone Douluo, known as the most mysterious among Title Douluo, would be made like this by a little girl, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"I know that Grandpa Bones is the best." Ning Rongrong didn't seem to think that the old Grandpa Bones in front of him was ugly at all, kissed him hard on the face, and then jumped off his lap.

Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, Bone Douluo's eyes showed a hint of warm pampering. It can be said that he watched Ning Rongrong grow up, and this little witch's spoiled personality was almost the same as that of him and Ning Rongrong. Rong Rong's other Grandpa Jian was cultivated by two people.

"I heard that our little witch is back?" At this moment, the rescuer finally came.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong first excitedly wanted to go up to it, but immediately realized that she was still angry, and hurriedly turned around with a straight face, with her back facing the direction of the door, looking like a little girl sulking at being awkward attitude.

Bone Douluo on the sofa was amused by that delicate appearance.

A refined middle-aged man walked into the hall accompanied by an old man in white clothes. It was Ning Fengzhi, the master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, and Luo Chenxin, the sword fighter.

Ning Fengzhi who walked in the door saw his daughter at a glance, and hurried up with big strides, seeing her sulking with her back turned to him, he said amusedly: "Girl, why are you ignoring Dad? I came back after so much trouble, Dad misses you so much."

Ning Rongrong turned around abruptly, "Miss me? No wonder. You wish I wasn't home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter's swollen look, he was both amused and pampered in his heart, first sat down on the sofa, and stretched out his arms to hug her.

"Humph!"

Who knew, but Ning Rongrong turned around and avoided it.

Ning Fengzhi was a little disappointed that he didn't hug his daughter, and lamented in his heart that his daughter had grown up, her wings were hardened, and now she wouldn't even let her be hugged.

After avoiding his father's hand, Ning Rongrong ran directly to Jian Douluo, and threw himself into his arms, "Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much."

Jian Douluo hurriedly put his arms around her body, and said kindly: "Hey, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too, so much."

Ning Rongrong raised her head, "Really?"

Jian Douluo said seriously: "Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, you can ask your Grandpa Bones."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big clear eyes, "But, just now, Grandpa Gu told me that he is a little more than you think and I think."

"He farts." Sword Douluo didn't give Bone Douluo any face, "Obviously I miss you more."

"You're the one who farts." Bone Douluo stood up abruptly from the sofa, his terrifying height was nearly [-] meters, coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more terrifying.

"Not convinced? Let's go, find a place to fight one-on-one." Sword Douluo puffed up his chest, and stared at the opponent without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you've been fighting all your life, Rongrong just came back, let's forget about today." Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him.

"Hmph." Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo snorted almost at the same time, neither of them looked at each other, their eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong rolled his big eyes, and said: "I have a way to prove, which of the two grandpas miss me more."

Ning Fengzhi patted his forehead, thinking, after all, the little witch is a little witch, and the house became lively as soon as he came back, so he couldn't help saying: "Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue at her father, she was obviously not afraid of this father at all, otherwise she would not have the title of Little Witch, "You don't even want me, and you don't let the two grandpas miss me! It's hard work Come back, but you are not at home. Two grandpas, how about this, you both give Rongrong a gift, whose gift Rongrong likes more, is whoever thinks more about Rongrong."

"Uh..." The two old men looked at each other, thinking at the same time, why is this trick again.

Ning Fengzhi suppressed a smile and said: "Okay, Rongrong, come here quickly and let Dad have a look. Who said Dad doesn't want you. Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you don't behave obediently, the gift will be gone."

"Gift? What is it?" Upon hearing the word "gift", Ning Rongrong was obviously aroused, and ran to his father in three steps.

Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand to embrace his daughter, but who knew, Ning Rongrong turned around again, still easily dodged his hand, and pursed his mouth and said: "Get the gift first, otherwise No hugs."

"well……"

Ning Fengzhi smiled dotingly and helplessly, and took out the gift he had prepared earlier from the soul tool, which was a long folded skirt.

Ning Rongrong couldn't wait to reach out to take it, shaking her hands, unfolding it, and saw that this skirt seemed to be woven with the feathers of many kinds of birds as the main material, it looked unusually gorgeous.Feathers of various colors are woven together to form a colorful color, which is extremely gorgeous.

"Wow, what a beautiful dress." Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, she couldn't wait to cover her body, and then showed everyone: "Does Rongrong look good in this dress?"

"Good-looking, good-looking."

The two old men, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, had kind faces, and Ning Fengzhi also echoed, "Our little princess looks good in anything she wears."

Naturally, this long dress is not as simple as ordinary clothes, it was bought by Ning Fengzhi from an auction house.It belongs to an ancient soul tool.Not only does it have defensive power and is invulnerable, but wearing this clothes also has the effect of avoiding fire. If it gets dirty, throw it in the fire and roast it and it will be as clean as new.It's really extraordinary, and he bought it at a big price.

Of course, the fire avoidance here is only relatively speaking, and it is actually not that exaggerated.I don't need to talk about the difference in power between the ordinary fire and the legendary Samadhi fire.

"Thank you dad, I like the gift very much." Ning Rongrong rushed towards Ning Fengzhi and sat on his lap.

And Ning Fengzhi, who finally got his precious daughter in his arms as he wished, couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and lovingly touched his daughter's head, "Is there anything else I need to ask Dad when I come back this time? Usually you don't come back until two or three months Once, this time it was only a month since the last time, and I came back early, so there must be something else going on, right?"

Speaking of this, Ning Rongrong finally realized why he came back this time.

"Father, I don't know why my Wuhun's appearance has changed, and it has become like this." She said, slowly raising her hand, accompanied by a burst of green light - a small plant with grass leaves like swords Grass appeared.

"what?"

Seeing this Nine-leaf Grass that changed its appearance on the first day of the lunar new year, before Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo had time to express their opinions, Jian Douluo couldn't help standing up, approached with a face full of surprise, and carefully observed it. This little grass.

"Uncle Jian, what's wrong?" Seeing his strange expression, Ning Fengzhi asked worriedly, "Could it be that something is wrong with Rongrong's martial spirit?"

"This...this is..."

Jian Douluo looked at the plain-looking Nine-leaf Grass in disbelief, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.There is an urge to kneel down and surrender!
This impulse did not originate from himself, but from his martial soul—Seven Killing Sword!
"Grandpa Jian, what's wrong with you?" Ning Rongrong asked worriedly.It's really that his current appearance is too strange, completely different from his usual calm appearance.

Jian Douluo didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and summoned his martial spirit, a simple giant sword about two meters long and half a foot wide!
But at this moment, the mighty giant sword was buzzing and trembling!
It seems to be fearful, but also seems to be surrendering?

(End of this chapter)