Douluo Zhiwo's system is unconvinced again

"Rongrong?"

"Two Rongrong?"

"Clone?"

The people in the temple were stunned for a moment. They felt that this was Ning Rongrong's clone.

"Who are you?" Ning Rongrong, who had just entered the temple, asked.

"Who are you?" Ning Rongrong, who had teased Xiao Wu before, asked.

"I am Ning Rongrong, who are you?"

"I am Ning Rongrong too, who are you?"

…

No matter what Ning Rongrong said, another Ning Rongrong would also say the same thing.

"Coward, look at which Rongrong is real." Bone God Bone Douluo couldn't tell who was real and who was fake.

"I can't tell. Every move and every move is exactly the same." Sword God Chenxin shook his head slightly and had to look at Ning Fengzhi: "Fengzhi, what do you think?"

"I can't tell either. Could it be that some little guy has learned a new skill and is playing pranks?" Ning Fengzhi speculated.

After Ye Feng left the God Realm, several little guys appeared in the God Realm. They are all descendants of Ye Feng, and each of them has magical abilities. Some abilities are not even as good as some first-level gods. In this regard,

Even the Silver Dragon King had a headache.

Especially some time ago, the cultivation level of those little monsters improved by leaps and bounds. Originally, there were the Goddess of Life, the Goddess of Kindness, the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King who frightened them. Since their cultivation level improved again, even the bellicose Golden Dragon King was defeated by them.

In their hands. From then on, no one could control them.

"Crack!"

During the conversation, one of them, Ning Rongrong, reached out and gave Xiao Wu a hard slap on her buttocks.

"ah?"

Xiao Wu was stunned and couldn't help shouting.

"You little guys are so naughty, I must teach you a lesson today."

Buzz

Seven rings of light appeared behind Ning Rongrong, and lines appeared between her eyebrows. Her figure rubbed the air and rushed towards the other Ning Rongrong. Because her speed was so fast, her fists rubbed the air to create dazzling sparks.

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The other Ning Rongrong raised his fist and fought fiercely with Ning Rongrong without flinching.

The two sides were fighting back and forth, fighting happily. From inside the temple to outside the temple, they fought from the ground to the sky.

"Boohoo!"

Suddenly, ten teenage boys burst out of a forest. They stood in the air and watched the battle between the two Ning Rongrong.

"Hey, two mothers?"

"It's strange, why do you have two mothers?"

"How can I have two mothers? One of them must be fake."

Around the two Ning Rongrong, ten little boys began to discuss.

"So, who is the fake?"

"The person who didn't use his godhead must be a fake."

"What if I made a mistake?"

"If you're wrong, you're wrong. As long as you can't be beaten to death, that's fine. I'm 90% sure that that person has changed very well and is almost exactly the same as Aunt Rongrong, but her imprint of life is very powerful. Aunt Rongrong is only a first-level

Gods don't have such a strong imprint of life. She must be fake."

"Okay, listen to third brother. Auntie, we will help you."

Ten little boys rushed out and turned into ten flowing rays of light. Led by one of the boys in green clothes, one of them, Ning Rongrong, was intercepted.

Bang bang bang

The turbulent energy in the sky was frequently heard.

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment. Even the Silver Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King could not survive twenty rounds with ten little boys. After fifty rounds, the other Ning Rongrong was not at a disadvantage.

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"She is fake." Zhu Zhuqing said.

"Who is she?" Qian Renxue asked.

"You are all familiar with her." Xiao Wu smiled playfully, her beautiful big eyes were beating with light. Her heart, which had been calm for a long time, was beating fast. Her expression began to change and she became excited.

"He's back." Ye Lingling's eyes were filled with mist.

Ye Lingling possesses the martial spirit Nine Hearts Haitang.

Jiuxin Xuantang and Jiuxin Begonia belong to the same clan and have the same origin.

Ye Lingling felt the familiar aura from "Ning Rongrong", which was similar to the aura of her father's bloodline, the God of Begonia.

"he?"

Kendao Chenxin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Could it be that he is..."

…

In the sky, ten little boys fought with "Ning Rongrong" for three hundred rounds. There was still no winner.

"Damn it, who is this fake guy?"

"No matter who she is, if she dares to tease Aunt Rongrong, she will be beaten. The first one of the eight gates of Dunjia is open."

One of the little boys raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, wearing a battle helmet on his head, wearing lead armor, a girdle around his waist, and leather boots. He clenched his hands tightly and actually used the eight armor-evading techniques.

"The second door·Hugh door·opens."

"The third gate, the birth gate, opens."

…

This amazing little boy opened three doors in one breath. His body began to become congested and turned red, and his body began to emit green energy.

"Xuanyuan Sword·Come out!"

Another little boy with fair skin stretched out his hand, and the Wuhun Xuanyuan Sword appeared in front of him.

"Xuanyuan Sword?"

"Ning Rongrong" was stunned for a moment. He was thoughtful. Then he looked at the little boy with Xuanyuan Sword's martial spirit with admiring eyes.

After the little boy used this move, an energy wave full of sword energy spread out from his body, covering a certain area.

"field!"

"Ning Rongrong" smiled.

"That's right, it's the field."

The little boy smiled triumphantly: "This is the realm of the Sword King. If you know what's going on, just admit defeat."

…

"Eye of Hell!"

"Oh, Jiu Xin Xuantang!"

…

Ten little boys each show their magical powers.

Some people have great physiques and have practiced the Eight Door Dunjia. Some have great martial souls, possessing super-god-level martial arts, Xuanyuan Sword, Eye of Hell, and Nine Hearts Xuantang. There are still others who possess other magical abilities.

"Brothers, let me help you."

A slightly childish voice sounded.

A man rises into the sky.

She is a little girl, wearing white clothes. There is a white lotus at her feet. She is sitting on the white lotus platform, and her figure is rising slowly.

"Goodness is as good as water!"

Good guy, the surging power of kindness continued to permeate the little girl's body. It turned into rays of light and enveloped the ten little boys. With the help of this little girl, the energy and spirit of the ten little boys reached a level of

To a very high degree.

"Haha, you are surrounded. Just throw in the towel and admit defeat. I will reject you severely." The only little boy wearing a battle helmet and using the Eight Gate Armor laughed and taunted "Ning Rongrong".

"Come on. Let's fight!"

"Ning Rongrong" smiled and stood with his hands behind his hands. With a thought, his aura condensed into an energy tortoise shell with spikes, covering his whole body. He wanted to see how powerful these eleven little guys were.

To what extent.