Douluo: Xiao Yan crosses into Tang San

Chapter 385 Guiding Ning Rongrong

Returning to the residence of Lanba College, I looked at the six girls in the room, JK, Lolita, chest-length skirts, cheongsam, and various exquisite costumes that were comparable to a small clothing exhibition.

The six people were tall and beautiful, and their slender legs were either wearing white knee-high socks or black stockings. Even if Xiao Yan had removed the winter medicine in his body, he still looked a little hot.

"Teacher Xiao Yan, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back? People are still waiting for your teachings." Ning Rongrong kicked off her white high heels and ran towards Xiao Yan.

Picking up Ning Rongrong and placing her on the wooden table aside, Xiao Yan raised his hand and scratched her delicate nose: "You little girl is getting stronger and stronger."

Ning Rongrong was already delicate and elegant, but after practicing Xuantian Kung with Xiao Yan, she became even more beautiful.

Her soft pink and white melon face has an alluring appearance, with willow eyebrows, beautiful nose, cherry lips, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes with long eyelashes. At first glance, she looks as noble as a goddess, without losing the temperament of a pure girl.

, without losing the charm of the little witch.

A floral nightdress showed off her perfect figure, showing off her curvy and graceful figure. She wore a pair of long white stockings on her slender legs.

Ning Rongrong shook her calf leisurely and corrected: "What? She's getting prettier!"

"Let me see how much you have improved during this time?" Xiao Yan raised his hand and grabbed Ning Rongrong's moving calf.

Ning Rongrong suddenly dodged to the left and right, put her arms around Xiao Yan's neck, pursed her red lips and said, "Then you have to give it a try."

Her lips parted slightly, and the inner power of the Xuantian Kung was wrapped around Xiao Yan like a snake.

Xiao Yan opened his mouth slightly, felt out his inner strength, and stepped forward to meet him.

The two internal forces collided together, and Xiao Yan immediately took on the responsibility of a teacher, closing his eyes and sensing.

Ning Rongrong's internal energy was smooth and dexterous, her dodge was quick, and her internal energy was as soft as water.

The internal energy turned into a dragon, and Xiao Yan attacked fiercely, constantly devouring the internal energy of Ning Rongrong, a little snake.

Ning Rongrong was not willing to be outdone at all, and the little snake's inner strength tightly entangled with Xiao Yan, provoking them with various moves.

Xiao Yan happened to be thirsty and took it all in.

After the exchange of moves, Ning Rongrong let out a cry and looked at Xiao Yan with her beautiful eyes as if filled with spring water. Her lips were slightly swollen and her breathing was rapid. She obviously didn't take advantage.

After pinching Ning Rongrong's chin and wiping his palm on the jade storage belt around his waist, Xiao Yan quickly took out a blue-gold long sword to test Ning Rongrong's recent swordsmanship training.

Seeing Xiao Yan's sword getting stronger day by day, Ning Rongrong opened her mouth in surprise. She became stronger again. If she continued to be so powerful, wouldn't it mean that someone would die?

In her daze, Ning Rongrong forgot to summon her glazed sword, and picked up two thick pieces of bread from the table and sandwiched them against the piercing long sword.

Thanks to the blessing of internal strength, these two pieces of bread were extremely tough and were not scratched by the sword.

Xiao Yan frowned, this bread could be so tight thanks to the blessing of inner strength.

Two simple pieces of strawberry bread swept out from all directions as if they had infinite power, tightly wrapping his long sword.

If his long sword was not condensed by the Blue Silver Emperor, the ordinary iron sword would probably collapse in an instant.

This internal force is so strange, it not only squeezes inward, but also has the side effect of paralysis.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and raised his hand to grab Ning Rongrong's leg.

The sword energy was transmitted into the body through the bread, and Ning Rongrong let out a scream, and her slender legs wearing white knee-high socks suddenly kicked Xiao Yan's head.

Turning his head to avoid the attack, Xiao Yan used force on his back and completely penetrated the two pieces of bread used by Ning Rongrong as a defense.

When the long sword reached its end, Ning Rongrong suddenly exclaimed, her beautiful eyes flashing: His sword is still so sharp.

A sword pierced a hole, Xiao Yan drew out the sword, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Rongrong's internal energy is water, rich and long, and it is difficult for ordinary people to test it to the end.

With a slight snort, Ning Rongrong kicked Xiao Yan with ice cream again.

Dodge and thrust the sword, Xiao Yan's entire movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water.

After suffering a loss, Ning Rongrong held a piece of strawberry bread in each hand and used her soft inner strength to wrap the long sword.

After a test move, Xiao Yan had already understood the characteristics of Ning Rongrong's internal power, and the long sword slid into the mud like a loach.

Being attacked again, Ning Rongrong's pretty face turned red, not sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

"Experience the essence of this sword move." Xiao Yan reached out and grasped the ten thousand-year-old jade soul guide worn by Ning Rongrong, and activated his internal force.

The ruddy color on the jade pendant quickly swelled under the stimulation of internal energy, and the pink luster radiated out. Ning Rongrong's cheeks quickly turned a peach pink color, and her whole person was in high spirits.

After controlling Ning Rongrong's treasured soul tool, Xiao Yan's swordsmanship is like carving a dragon or painting a phoenix, stabbing and stabbing one after another in a coherent manner. Although each sword is simple and unpretentious, when connected together, it is powerful and cannot be looked down upon.

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Ning Rongrong could no longer speak complete words, and all that was left in her mouth was exclamations.

While Xiao Yan was swinging the sword vigorously, he was also recalling his many years of sword practice. The past scenes were still vivid in his mind. In addition, his recent improvement in martial arts gave him a new understanding of this sword technique.

After a simple move, Xiao Yan's long sword suddenly became both fast and slow, hard and soft. He walked with the sword and carried it with him.

In the divine form, the form and the mind are combined, and the energy and the spirit are combined. The hands, eyes, body, method, and steps are all wonderful. The sword moves like a dragon emerging from the water, and it is as quiet as a civet catching a mouse.

The sharp sword energy flowed through her body, and Ning Rongrong's body trembled slightly as she was shocked by Xiao Yan's now improved swordsmanship. She shook her head slightly, and a sword energy accidentally shot past her. Ning Rongrong's hair flew away, and her forehead

Fine beads of sweat oozed out, making her skin become more and more crystal clear.

As Xiao Yan swung his sword faster and faster, Ning Rongrong swayed from side to side to avoid the burst of sword energy. She felt that the swordsmanship of the teacher Xiao Yan in front of her was getting stronger and stronger.

To cultivate his sword and mind, Xiao Yan touched several important acupoints on Ning Rongrong with his palm, and pointed on Ning Rongrong's Huiming acupoint with his sword finger, and learned the essentials of swordsmanship.

A fiery sword energy strongly impacted the body. Ning Rongrong suddenly felt that his meridians, which still needed to practice for a long time to accumulate enough internal energy, seemed to be stretched in an instant. In an instant, the pure energy stabbed deeply.

into the depths of one's own soul.

Immediately afterwards, waves of secrets of swordsmanship poured into his mind like a wave.

Realizing the infinite mystery of swordsmanship, the ecstatic subtlety made her whole body tremble, and she felt that her whole body was filled with the joy of understanding.

Under the infusion of powerful energy, Ning Rongrong's snow-white and plump skin turned crimson under the flow of energy.

Is it still unbearable? Xiao Yan frowned and grabbed the pair of ten-thousand-year-old mutton-fat white jade soul guides worn around Ning Rongrong's neck with his palms, channeling the majestic internal force into them.

(End of chapter)