Douluo: My apprentice is the pope

Tang San and Oscar went back first, and didn't follow Ning Fengzhi to his sect. After all, today was not a holiday, but some contracts were basically negotiated.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was responsible for providing people and money, while Tang San provided technology.

Tang San is very satisfied with this, he has always been looking for opportunities to sell his hidden weapons, and he is looking for big customers. Today's auction is worth it.

With this batch of large orders, not only can I make more hidden weapons, but I can also create my own first sect.

When Tangmen ranked first and the second hidden weapon was made by himself, that one should also shy away, right?

Tang San flashed Yang Zian's figure in his mind.

Watching the two walk out of the room, Ning Fengzhi touched the sleeve arrow on his wrist, and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, the power of these two weapons is still a little smaller, but the potential of these two children is really good."

That's right, for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the hidden weapons are still not powerful enough, at least it would be very troublesome to face enemies above the Soul School, but now there is no better choice, otherwise Ning Fengzhi would not be rushed to the hospital.

The situation on the mainland is complicated and confusing, as if there is a hand pushing the mainland from behind, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School urgently needs a strong attack method!

At this time, the door opened silently, and a person walked in from outside, "Sect Master, it's time for us to go back."

It was an old man, wearing a snow-white robe, with long silver hair neatly combed behind his back, with a simple appearance, his eyes were not fully open, but slightly closed, but his gestures gave him a very special feeling.

If Ning Fengzhi's breath is soft, then the old man's breath must be described as sharp. Deadly sharp.

Ning Fengzhi nodded: "It's time to go back, Uncle Jian, let's go."

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In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong waited for Ning Fengzhi for a long time but still disappeared, and his temper was a little irritable.

But fortunately, her temper was tempered by Yang Zian, and after silently going to practice for an hour, she was naturally unhappy when she saw that she hadn't come back.

So she chose to ask Bone Douluo to complain again.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is it, Rongrong, come out and let Dad see." At this moment, the rescuer finally came.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was excited to meet him at first, but immediately realized that he was still angry, and hurriedly turned around with a straight face, facing the direction of the door.

The Bone Douluo on the sofa, who looked so pretty, was amused for a while.

Accompanied by Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi walked into the hall, then saw his daughter at a glance, and quickly strode up, "Girl, why are you turning your back to Dad. It's been almost a year, Dad misses you. It's tight!"

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

Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter's puffed up appearance, and couldn't help feeling pity in her heart. She sat down on the sofa first, and reached out her hand to hug her daughter. Who knows, but Ning Rongrong turned around and avoided it.

Not hugging his daughter, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help being surprised. Although he was an auxiliary spirit master, his huge spirit power of more than seventy levels also had a strong transformation on his body, much stronger than ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his martial spirit, and he was also an assistant. Although he was just hugging him at this time, his speed was not slow, and he was easily avoided by his daughter.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran straight to Sword Douluo and threw himself into his arms: "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, people want to kill you, woohoo..."

Reuniting with her relatives after a long absence, Ning Rongrong was still a little girl after all, so excited, she burst into tears.

Sword Douluo hurriedly hugged her petite body with regret: "Dear, my little baby, you are back, Grandpa Jian misses you, too."

Ning Rongrong raised his head: "Really?"

Sword Douluo said sternly, "Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, ask your Bone Grandpa."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big clear eyes: "But, Grandpa Bon told me just now,

He's a little bit more than you think I think. "

"He farts!" Sword Douluo didn't give Bone Douluo any face: "It's obviously because I miss you more."

"You're farting!" Bone Douluo abruptly stood up from the sofa, his terrifying height was nearly 2.5 meters, and his hoarse voice made it even more terrifying.

"Aren't you convinced? Go, find a place to fight one-on-one." Sword Douluo raised his chest and stared at him without fear.

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

"Humph." 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 eyes and said, "I have a way to prove which of the two grandfathers miss me more."

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

Ning Rongrong stuck her tongue out 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, don't let the two grandpas miss me! You ran back from far away, but you weren't at home. Two grandfathers, let's all give Rongrong a gift. Whose gift Rongrong likes more is the one who wants Rongrong to think more. "

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

Ning Fengzhi held back a smile and said, "Okay, Rongrong, come here and let Dad see. Who said Dad doesn't want you. Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you don't act obediently, the gift will be gone."

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

Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand and hugged his daughter, but who knows, Ning Rongrong's body turned around again, still easily dodged his hand, and pouted, "Bring the present first, or else No hugs."

This time, it wasn't just Ning Fengzhi who was surprised, the two old men also looked at each other in surprise.

Due to the particularity of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, even a Titled Douluo couldn't tell how much spirit power she had.

Ning Fengzhi's heart moved, and he asked, "Rongrong, first tell Dad how much your soul power is. If you make progress, Dad can give you gifts."

Hearing his father asked about his soul power, Ning Rongrong suddenly became proud, "Dad, my aptitude is much better than yours, I haven't been lazy this year, I haven't grown much in soul power, so I'm just so-so. Twelfth grade."

"So little, Rongrong, you have to work hard, wait, how much do you say?"

Ning Fengzhi was too familiar with his daughter. Ever since she was a child, Ning Rongrong hated training the most. Although she was very talented, she was always forced to practice for a while. There are also various benefits in exchange.

When he realized that Ning Rongrong was talking about the twelfth level, his face was already full of disbelief!

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes and looked at her father innocently, "I said level 12! It's really a bit less, but I'll try my best."

Ning Fengzhi's voice changed slightly: "Twelfth grade? Twenty-seventh grade when you left, so now it's thirty-ninth grade? You won't lie to Dad, right?"

Ning Rongrong smiled and said, "Bad dad, don't believe others. Although Rongrong used to be naughty, he never lied. If you don't believe me, let the two grandpas see."

As she spoke, she ran directly to the old man in white and stretched out her little hand.

In the past year, she has not only eaten the essence of Yang Zian's fairy grass, but also obtained the mental method given by Yang Zian, and has also cultivated her mental power and physical body. Therefore, Ning Rongrong's so-called thirty-ninth level is better than the so-called The ordinary auxiliary soul masters are much more powerful!

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