Douluo's Golden Crocodile

The square in front of the Pope's temple.

Two figures slowly walked out of the towering Pope's Hall, one in front and one behind.

The leader was the leader, with a jade-like face, a straight nose and square mouth, a gentle appearance, and a white robe that was spotless. He looked about forty years old and had a soft look. He looked like an ordinary person no matter how he looked.

However, when the soul master team patrolling outside the Pope's Hall saw that the people saluted respectfully, it was enough to see how respectful the middle-aged man possessed.

The middle-aged man's soft black hair was scattered behind him, and everything looked so casual and without any pretentiousness.

First, he smiled and nodded at the armored guards, then moved his lips slightly, and asked in a voice to the thin old man who was one step behind him.

"Uncle Jian, how about it?"

The old man's hair and beard were all white, but his face was as delicate as a baby. As his eyes opened and closed, an extremely sharp aura flashed through his eyes.

"Unfathomable." The old man said four words, pondered for a moment and continued.

"Fengzhi, Haotian Sect was forced to retreat by the Spirit Hall. In recent years, under the leadership of the contemporary Pope Bibidong, the power of the Spirit Hall is still better than that of the time. We should make plans early."

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and he kept silent.

He had never thought about what Jian Douluo, the pillar of the sect, said. Bibidong had already made Jian Douluo afraid. Whoever he saw at the Tiandou City Auction was also not so easy to deal with.

Even as the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, a hint of depression arose in his heart at this moment.

However, he was not too worried. After all, their Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect was backed by the Tiandou Empire royal family. He did not think that the current Martial Soul Hall dared to risk the world to deal with them.

Ning Fengzhi responded and did not continue the topic.

"Uncle Jian, let's take Rongrong back to the sect first. I'm worried that with this girl's temperament, she will cause trouble in Wuhun City."

Thinking of his favorite daughter, he couldn't help but look helpless.

Jian Douluo stopped behind his back with his hands, saying dissatisfied.

"Rongrong is still young now and he loves to play. I can't understand her temperament very much. You just saw the side that Nongrong usually likes to play, but didn't see her well-behaved side."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a wry smile. He knew very well that Jian Douluo was doting on his daughter and did not refute it knowingly.

At this moment, a crisp and aggrieved voice suddenly came from a distance, "Grandpa Jian, someone bullies me, you have to make the decision for Rongrong."

As the sound appeared, Ning Rongrong rushed into Jian Douluo's arms like a lacquer swallow.

The pear blossoms look like raining, Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi were moved by it.

"Rongrong, what happened?" Ning Fengzhi noticed Ning Tian, ​​who was following Ning Rongrong, with his arms hanging weakly, and he was shocked. He quickly mobilized his soul power to carefully check his daughter's body.

The ordinary sword Douluo was even more angry and wanted to release his martial soul and take Ning Rongrong to find the place.

There were countless neat cuts around him at some point.

"I want to see who dares to bully us Rongrong."

However, Ning Fengzhi made a statement to stop Jian Douluo.

"Uncle Jian, I see that Rongrong is not injured at all, so let's figure it out before we talk about it."

Ning Rongrong left Jian Douluo's arms, blinked his clear big eyes at Ning Fengzhi, and said with grievance.

"Who said I wasn't injured? Dad, look at my wrists and it's red. Grandpa Jian, you see, Dad doesn't care about Rongrong anymore."

After saying that, Ning Rongrong deliberately squeezed out a few tears to make his acting more realistic.

Jian Douluo quickly grabbed her wrist with regret, "Be good, Rongrong, your father doesn't care about you, Grandpa Jian loves you. Grandpa Jian will vent his anger for you now."

Ning Rongrong raised his head, tears flashing in his eyes, "Really?"

Jian Douluo said seriously: "Of course it's true, when did your Grandpa Jian deceive you?"

But Ning Fengzhi, who had been watching his daughter, found a smile hidden in her eyes. The teenager still couldn't hide the thoughts in his heart. He believed that Jian Douluo had probably seen it, but he just didn't want to say anything.

Although Jian Douluo said so, he was no longer as eager as he was.

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly and looked at Ning Tian and Ning Town, who were kneeling not far away from one knee.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ning Tian and Ning Zhen did not dare to hide it, and told Ning Fengzhi all the same with guilty expressions.

Of course, it also includes the fact that they and Ning Rongrong took Ning Rongrong out of the city without authorization in a carriage.

"The soul king with yellow, purple, purple, black soul ring matches? It looks only sixteen or seven years old?" When Ning Tian said this, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo subconsciously looked at each other.

Such geniuses have exceeded their cognition. Even Tang Hao was not as evil as this.

Ning Fengzhi was slightly stunned and looked at Ning Tian again.

"Did you recognize that man's martial soul?"

"Return to the sect leader, the man's martial soul seemed to be of dark attribute, covered with black scales, and the appearance of the martial soul possessed by the blue-electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family is a bit similar to the dragon transformation, but this kind of martial soul has never been seen by his subordinates." Ning Tianqiang held back the severe pain on his arms and said with an awkward expression.

"Dark attribute?" Ning Fengzhi was surprised again. As the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Lith Sect, he has some knowledge of the various powerful martial souls inherited on the continent, including the hidden sects that have not been born. But he has never heard of which martial souls inherited from the inherited martial souls are dark attributes.

Is it a mutated martial soul?

Ning Rongrong, who was standing beside him, pouted indignation when he saw his father asking something, and began to fan the flames.

"Dad, that bastard insulted our Seven Treasures Glazed Li Sect."

"Rongrong! Girls' home, don't be swearing." Looking at his daughter who is increasingly unable to discipline, Ning Fengzhi frowned tightly.

Jian Douluo, who was standing by, couldn't bear to let Ning Rongrong be trained and protected him behind him. "Feng Zhi, what are you doing? If Rongrong is wronged, you can't help him stand up, why are you scolding her?"

"Uncle Jian, Rongrong is almost spoiled by you and Uncle Gu." Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly, but Jian Douluo released his martial soul disapprovingly.

"Who said we spoiled Rongrong? You'll know if we went there?"

The light shone on the surface of the body. An ancient giant sword that was two meters long and half a foot wide was floating in the air. Two yellows, two purples, five blacks, and nine soul rings emerged from Jian Douluo's feet one after another. This is Jian Douluo's martial soul, known as the strongest attack power, the Seven Killing Sword.

The giant sword rose in the wind, and the sword Douluo raised its middle finger and index finger, and flew away from the Pope's Palace with Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

After Ning Rongrong's incident, Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi both developed a lot of interest in this young man with a special soul ring ratio.