Douluo: Thousand Miles of Practice

Ning Huahua often disappeared, and Ning Rongrong often presided over the team summary meetings. Not to mention suppressing those rebellious teammates, but this girl actually criticized and criticized herself.

Perhaps it was due to her family education, she became the core of the team when Ning Huahua was not there. Under her leadership, no one would think of escaping. After all, no matter what, they couldn't let this young lady outperform them, right?

You know, because of Ning Huahua's arrival, the training intensity of these children can be described as inhuman. Not to mention no holidays, soul refining is rest. Even Dai Mubai, the strongest among the fighting soul masters, complained bitterly, but the spoiled young lady of this big sect could reach this point, which can be said to be a miracle.

Such Ning Rongrong is like a general who plans and strategizes. Although she does not have extraordinary combat power, she has enough wisdom and ability to control everything.

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The third day of the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition officially began, and ten of the twenty-eight teams entered the venue.

As a grand event held every few years, and with the fact that the soul masters participating in the competition are all targets for recruitment by all parties, the VIPs watching the competition in the VIP stands today are almost the same as those on the first day of the opening ceremony.

The high-ranking officials of the empire are all there, and the emperor of the empire, Emperor Xue Ye, is still sitting in the center of the first row, but today there are four people beside him instead of two.

In addition to Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and Platinum Bishop Saras, the two extra people are exactly one of the two titled Douluos of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

The other person is quite strange. Not to mention that many of the high-ranking officials in the VIP seats have their eyes on him, even the audience in the audience seats farther away on both sides have noticed his presence, because this person's appearance is really special.

This person is extremely tall, and he alone occupies three wide seats in the VIP seats. Sitting there, he is like a meat mountain, with dark skin, a pair of big eyes like copper bells, and a special light seems to appear on his dark skin.

"Huyan Zhen? Why is the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect here?"

Ning Rongrong, who entered the venue, subconsciously looked at her father, and naturally noticed this strange old man with a special appearance.

Dai Mubai on the side was surprised and said: "The leader of the Elephant Armor Sect? Not really?"

Oscar didn't understand these things very well, so he asked: "Boss Dai, what's wrong? Is it just a big shot who came to watch the game?"

Dai Mubai explained: "Xiao Ao, big shots are very busy, especially people like the leaders of the seven major sects. The reason why the leader Ning came may be because the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is close.

Although it involves the game of their own team, they don't have the leisure to watch the game, especially the first few games."

Frowning, Ning Rongrong said seriously: "This proves that we are strong enough to attract the special attention of the big shots!"

Xiao Wu was puzzled by Ning Rongrong's attitude: "Rongrong, what's wrong with you? So serious."

Xiao Wu tried to interrupt but failed. Ning Rongrong was still serious: "This means that I The attention of the children has increased unprecedentedly! "

"It's nothing? Isn't it good?"

Without directly answering Xiao Wu's question, Ning Rongrong turned to Zhu Zhuqing and asked: "Zhu Qing, when is it most beneficial to attack the opponent?"

Zhu Zhuqing, who had nothing to say, replied lightly: "Hide in the dark, when the enemy has not yet discovered it."

Listening to the children's analysis, Qin Ming also nodded slightly. In these matters, their teachers may not be as good as Ning Rongrong, "Let's go, it's your turn. Hmm? Minister Yin? Who is that person?"

Following Qin Ming's sight, everyone also looked at the busy man who didn't appear often, but saw him supporting a woman with long white hair. The woman wore a light gray eye mask, and there were two deep marks on both sides of her cheeks, but they didn't look like wounds, but rather like a river.

The thin and somewhat hunched body, wearing a gray cloth, made her look quite decadent.

The little fat man commented without knowing the seriousness of the matter: "Blind? She is a relative of Minister Yin, who came to see the elite competition? But how can a blind person watch the competition?"

Dai Mubai said anxiously: "Fatty, shut up, you can't talk nonsense in this occasion? Do you think others can't hear it?!"

On the high platform, Chen Xin, who was next to Ning Fengzhi in the VIP seat, seemed to have noticed it and said to Ning Fengzhi: "Fengzhi, look!"

Following Chen Xin's gaze, Ning Fengzhi also looked in that direction, "She is?! Uncle Jian!"

In Ning Fengzhi's shocked eyes, Chen Xin rushed towards the woman regardless of anything, causing the big figures in the entire Douhun Arena to look sideways, and the originally noisy environment instantly became much quieter.

Salas on the side stood up and looked at Ning Fengzhi angrily: "Master Ning, I hope you can give an explanation!"

And at this moment, the violent soul power was vented, and the extremely powerful and cold momentum, carrying the red wind, swept the entire Tiandou Douhun Arena.

Those who recognized her all exclaimed: "Domain!"

The white-haired woman was no longer as hunched and decadent as before. A strong wind swept through her body. A sky-blue long sword with blood-colored patterns suddenly appeared on the woman's right hand. Yellow, purple, black, and black, eight soul rings lingered around her body.

She was not tall, but she was not afraid of the Titled Douluo Chen Xin holding the Seven Killing Sword. Instead, her momentum was stronger.

The strong wind blew away her gray blindfold, exposing her soft cheeks. The pupils were red with blood, and the murderous intent in her eyes was released without any scruples, but the area with a terrifying aura was... It emanates from her.

This situation was something that no one had expected. Even the Ice and Snow Emperors, who were basically ineffective following the Second Team of Emperor Dou and could be regarded as invisible people, all took off their sunglasses.

The Ice King said doubtfully: "Who is that woman? Does she also know how to kill people?"

The big shots and the low-level soul masters have activated their martial souls one after another, either for themselves or for others, to resist the pressure of the Killing God Realm.

Ning Rongrong, who was struggling to resist, asked the question in everyone's mind, "Wind Sword Martial Spirit? When did the Feng Sword Sect create another Contra?! Who is she?!"

"Girl of Fengjian Sect, your sword actually makes me afraid, and you! You actually walked out of the killing city!"

Chen Xin's words of amazement struck the hearts of the great figures in the entire Great Soul Fighting Arena. Could they make Sword Douluo fearful? Just rely on the Wind Sword Martial Spirit? Isn't that sect better at combined attack formations?

At this time, Ning Fengzhi also came to Chen Xin and said solemnly: "Feng Jingyi, I want to know why you appear here?! Minister Yin, shouldn't you also have an explanation?!"

Ning Rongrong in the audience finally understood after hearing her father's inquiry, "Wind Sword Martial Spirit! It is indeed her! She is the seventh person who has been missing for many years! One of the only two soul kings! She single-handedly challenged the entire Tianshui That person from the team! She has reached the level of the Eight Ring Contra when she returns! How is this possible?"

Next to Feng Jingyi, there was the silver-gold turban that was almost blown away by the strong wind and saved a few unlucky ones. He did not dare to refute Ning Fengzhi's question of some villains complaining first. The reactions from both sides were too great. Who could It’s hard to tell anyone, big shots need face, of course they will.

"Xiaofeng, don't be like this. If you cause trouble, Brother Shui will be angry when he comes back." Yinjin first comforted Feng Jingyi softly, and then explained to Ning Fengzhi, "Sect Master Ning, she just came to watch the game, not Something else."

After hearing Yinjin's words, Feng Jingyi's eyes softened, her aura calmed down, she put away her soul ring and spirit, returned to her previous slump, and sat on the stand without saying a word.

Yinjin also subconsciously glanced at Xue Qinghe, who was standing next to Ning Fengzhi. The latter looked at Feng Jingyi in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking. What he just said was not nonsense, nor was it just for Feng Jingyi to hear.

Qian Shui's affairs in Tiandou City are already known to everyone. Although he is not here now and he doesn't know where he is, he needs to mention it more and let the big shots take action, otherwise they will all be in danger.

"Miss Feng, you are finally back. The White Dragon Sect Master misses you very much!"

Facing Feng Jingyi, who possesses the realm of the God of Death in the Eighth Ring, Salas understands what this means very well, and smoothly confronts Ning Fengzhi tit for tat.

Feng Jingyi, who looked gloomy, closed her eyes tightly and said with some pain:

"Feng Jingyi is no longer worthy of appearing again. There is only one in this world - the Wind Witch."

Chapter 235 Entering the Killing City Again

When we first met in Wuhun Academy, we met Qian Shui for the first time.

This was Yinjin's evaluation of Qian Renxue when she appeared in front of him with Feng Jingyi.

Once upon a time, this girl was silver-gold and white moonlight. She was beautiful, generous, and outgoing. These are all words used to describe her.

But she fell in love with a man who was hard to reach and who only had eyes for her.

Their love never started, let alone ended?

Today, Feng Jingyi looks like a downcast beggar, with a stooped and skinny figure.

It's just that there are many more tragic things in this world than this, and if they can't solve it, what can they do as an outsider?

Yinjin, who was unable to enter the room that day, suffered from insomnia. It was always difficult to judge whether things were good or bad. These years of desolation gave him strong strength, which seemed good to outsiders.

Just like a rich man spending a million gold soul coins to keep his lover, maybe he can help the real owner take care of her pregnancy.

I also thought back to the brilliant soul power of Qian Shui and Qian Renxue, how they managed to do so wonderfully even in the contradiction of the big plan.

He could probably only lament that fate was unfair. He couldn't think of anyone to blame, just like he couldn't force Feng Jingyi, and Feng Jingyi couldn't force Qian Shui.

There is always a loser in love.

Facing Qian Renxue, even Qian Shui must have gone through hardships before he was strong enough to stand by her side.

From the extremely painful cultivation to the initial success now, Yinjin, as a person who has experienced it, understands that if they want to reach the peerless world like Qian Shui, the pain and trials they will face are beyond their imagination.

Feng Jingyi's current strength was allowed to be taken back by the new quasi-angel Douluo Qian Renxue who had barely practiced. He really didn't know what such a battle would be like.

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Nearly ten years later, Qian Shui's mentality became even more complicated when he stood in front of the killing city again.

At that time, he was lonely, his mentality was broken, and he didn't care. The boundaries between gods, demons, good and evil were blurred, and one wrong step would lead to an abyss.

"I was a little scared when I thought about it. I went in empty-handed. Facing the pursuit of a thousand soul masters plus Dugu Bo and Yu Luomian, I was really doomed."

Interlocking their fingers and holding his wife's hand, Qian Shui felt a little emotional. He looked back and hugged Qian Renxue, hugging each other tightly, just like before.

"Thanks to you, Xiaoxue. Without you risking your life to save me, where would I be today?"

Leaning in his arms, Qian Renxue felt extremely relieved, and said in a muffled voice: "How can I sacrifice my life? It's just a broken martial soul."

Scratching her nose, Qianshui blamed her a little: "It's easy to say, your martial soul is special, and it is very likely to affect your lifespan after it is broken. No matter what your grandfather and I think, even your ancestor god will cry!"

"I don't care about her! It would have been so much easier for her to unify the continent at the beginning, why would we have to work hard here!"

Listening to the little angel's arrogance, Qianshui couldn't help but smile, as if she had returned to her cute appearance when she was a child.

"This doesn't sound like what you would say, but it sounds like what I would say~"

"You and I are one, you are me..."

"Don't say it, it's true."

After a deep kiss, Qianshui let go of Qian Renxue, "Wait for me."

"Yeah."

The Killing City on the northeastern wasteland of the Tiandou Empire has always been a special existence. It's like a place where filth gathers, and all kinds of evil demons gather here.

Coming to this blue-purple world again, Qianshui was not infected by emotions like the first time, but the invisible perception covered this independent plane.

Soon, he found the King of Slaughter who was sitting high in the dark and wide room, on an extremely huge chair.

This chair was extremely luxurious, inlaid with blue and purple crystals, which outlined a drum-shaped shape. Apart from that, everything in the room was dark red.

The King of Slaughter was tall but slender, with one hand supporting his chin and his eyes closed. The surging power when he first saw it made Qianshui tremble, but now he saw a very decayed body occupied by another soul.

Qianshui's mental perception was not hidden, and was immediately felt by the King of Slaughter. He opened his eyes instantly, revealing blood-red pupils, and looked straight in the direction where Qianshui was sensing.

In an instant, the blood-colored soul power and the invisible soul power collided violently. With one step, Qianshui had already arrived at the room where the King of Slaughter was.

"Demon Singer? It's you!"

"I really don't miss this name at all, I even hate it. It's better to stay in this Slaughter City!

Let me introduce myself again. My name is Qianshui, Wuhun Yuanshen! Level 99 Peerless Douluo! Title: 'Exiled Immortal'!"

Facing Qianshui, who was out of tune with the atmosphere of the Slaughter City, the King of Slaughter's face darkened. Because Qianshui's attitude was not good, he directly summoned Wuhun and soul rings.

"What are you doing here!"

"Kill you! Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black light flashed, and a thick blood mist exuded a disgusting smell and quickly covered the entire room, and the figure that was close at hand also disappeared from sight.