Douluo: Wielding Nine Tails, Making the World Feel Pain

"I wonder why Sect Master Ning is here?"

When Xue Xing asked Ning Fengzhi who was sitting next to him, his eyes kept looking at Ling Yun who was standing on the side.

Was it because the other party's eyes were too dazzling, or for some other reason, Ling Yun couldn't help but look up.

I wanted to observe Dugu Bo, but happened to meet Prince Xue Xing's eyes.

Looking at the other party's eyes, even if the other party didn't say it clearly, I, who has the Nine-tailed Martial Spirit, can clearly sense a strong possessive desire from the other party.

This possessive desire is very strong, so strong that even if I was in the carriage just now.

Ning Fengzhi told me that the other party wanted to get me very much, and it was several times stronger.

Thinking of what Sect Master Ning said in the carriage, Ling Yun realized in his heart that Xue Xing should have collected all his information.

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The next step should be to find a way to get the Heavenly Soul Technique or those Ninjutsu Soul Skills from me.

In this regard, Ling Yun was not too nervous, but his eyes fell on Dugu Bo.

Ling Yun was observing Dugu Bo, and Dugu Bo was naturally observing Ling Yun.

Or rather, he had been observing this young man named Ling Yun since Ning Fengzhi and others got off the carriage.

He had naturally heard some of the things circulating in the upper class.

But when he knew about it, the other party was still in the Xingluo Empire. Now that he appeared in the Tiandou Empire, especially that the other party was still observing him, he was a little surprised.

Looking at the boy's eyes, he seemed to be interested in him.

He had a hunch that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, these two guys, should come for him.

Unfortunately, this is the Prince's Mansion, and he is not the owner, so he still needs to give Xue Xing some face.

"This time I came to Tiandou mainly to visit His Majesty Dugu. After learning that the other party was with you, we took a car to the Prince's Mansion."

Ning Fengzhi did not hide his intentions and directly explained the facts to Prince Xue Xing. This look, he was not afraid of Xue Xing's embarrassment at all.

Xue Xing seemed to be self-aware and didn't say anything more about this matter. After nodding his head and understanding, he changed the subject: "Master Ning, the child next to you looks unfamiliar. Is he your new disciple?"

As everyone knows, Ning Fengzhi accepted Tiandou Prince Xue Qinghe as his student.

Even though he knew in his heart that Ling Yun had nothing to do with Ning Fengzhi, he still had to pretend to say something just to avoid being awkward, so that he could speak.

Ning Fengzhi knew Xue Xing's thoughts, but he didn't say anything sarcastic. He just smiled bitterly and said, "Prince, you are joking. I would like to accept this child as my disciple, but it's a pity that this kid doesn't recognize me. I feel very sorry."

"Oh, you can refuse Master Ning's request to accept you as a disciple. I wonder who you are?"

Hearing that there was no refusal in Ning Fengzhi's tone, Xue Xing took the opportunity to talk to Ling Yun, looking at him with a very curious look.

"Hello, Prince Xue Xing, I'm Ling Yun, from the province of Fasino."

Ling Yun introduced himself briefly with a respectful look.

There is no point in saying too much. He is sure that where he lives and where he has been has long been known by this group of people.

The things he found out may be things he can't remember.

To be honest, talking to this group of guys is still very brain-consuming.

These guys are very literary, and it is quite difficult to talk to them.

"So it is little friend Ling Yun. I see that little friend has extraordinary bearing. He should be a soul master. I wonder how old he is and what level he has cultivated to? I think he must be very powerful to be taken by the Ning Sect Master."

The name, place of residence, and appearance all match.

But he has never seen him after all. He can only confirm the target after asking and checking one by one.

If the other party is really that Ling Yun and has those means, he must find ways to get him, so that he can strengthen the foundation of his nephew Xue Beng.

So as to fight against his eldest nephew, Xue Qinghe.

"Nothing, I am not talented, 12 years old, 43rd level soul master."

In terms of his own strength, Ling Yun did not need to hide anything and said it directly.

Anyway, he has many means. Even though his soul power is only level 43, ordinary soul emperors are not his opponents. If the situation is favorable, even soul saints can be killed.

"12 years old! Level 43 soul master!!!"

Knowing Ling Yun's strength, Xue Xing lost her composure for a moment and shouted in shock!

Dugu Bo, who is a level 91 titled Douluo, was a little unstable when he heard Ling Yun's age and soul power.

It was because Ling Yun's soul power was too shocking for them.

Especially Dugu Bo, after learning that Ling Yun had this soul power at the age of 12, he couldn't help but think of himself. What strength was he at the age of 12?

Oh, it seems to be a level 28 great soul master, right?

This strength is very good. Even among his peers, he is a genius among geniuses.

But thinking of this kid, Dugu Bo felt that he couldn't be happy.

Looking at the surprised Xue Xing and others, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin didn't have any expression, but looked around with interest.

They had been surprised once, and now seeing others being surprised was a different scene, inexplicably interesting.

"Sorry, sorry, I was a little rude for a moment."

Prince Xue Xing came back to his senses quickly, looked at Ning Fengzhi and others apologetically, and just as he was about to say something to Ling Yun, a discordant voice came.

"Prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is visiting!"

Knowing that the visitor was Xue Qinghe, Xue Xing couldn't help but clench his fists.

He thought to himself that his nephew was really fast. Maybe he heard something and wanted to intercept him in advance?

"Let him in."

Thinking so in his heart, he could not show any dissatisfaction on his face. His nephew had many people under him. Once his actions let those people catch the language flaws and loopholes, he, the prince, would not have any strength to help Xue Beng.

"Qinghe came to visit suddenly, I hope uncle will not be angry."

After Prince Xue Xing let Xue Qinghe in, the voice came before the person.

Very polite, the voice was not rough, on the contrary, it was a bit quiet.

This voice naturally attracted Ling Yun's attention.

He heard that paragraph clearly, Xue Qinghe came.

Maybe in the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and others, Xue Qinghe is the eldest prince of Tiandou Empire and the future emperor of Tiandou.

But it is different in Ling Yun's eyes.

Xue Qinghe died a long time ago, and the current Xue Qinghe is just transformed with the help of the angel skull.

The other party's true identity is the son of Bibi Dong, the previous saint of the Spirit Hall, and the heir of the six-winged angel spirit with an innate spirit power of level 20, Qian Renxue!

Ling Yun was still a little excited when he thought about coming into contact with such an existence.

You know, Qian Renxue finally became a god, and she was also the first god in the past ten thousand years of Douluo Continent.

If he could get the power of luck from the other party, it would definitely be a huge amount.

Thinking of this, a slender man wearing a white and gold robe slowly walked over.

It was the eldest prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

"Hello, teacher, His Majesty Sword Douluo, His Majesty Poison Douluo."

As soon as the other party came in, he saluted one after another.

Chen Xin and Dugu Bo responded simply.

"Haha, Qinghe, why are you here?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at his students and couldn't help laughing.

Xue Qinghe raised his head, looked at his teacher, and responded with a faint smile.

"Qinghe heard that the teacher was visiting Tiandou City, so he naturally came to say hello."

Xue Qinghe's conversation gave people a calm and generous feeling, which made people feel very comfortable. Not only did he not have the airs of a prince, but his approachable feeling was easy to accept.

"This look is worthy of being a prince."

Ling Yun made a simple evaluation in his heart, especially when he thought that behind all this was a woman's disguise, his scalp tingled.

The disguise was so good, isn't this acting better than those entertainment kings and queens? !