Douluo's Golden Crocodile

Although soul masters are forbidden to fly in the martial soul city, this is only for ordinary soul masters. Elders at the Titled Douluo level obviously have privileges.

Although Sword Douluo is not an elder of the Spirit Hall, he has been named in the Douluo Hall after all, and his own strength is quite strong.

The patrol team in Wuhun City naturally would not bump into it without any eyes.

"Grandpa Jian, that person." After being scolded by Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong restrained a lot. However, when she saw Tianchen from afar, she couldn't help but clenched her little pink fist in anger.

Jian Douluo nodded, and the long sword blew through the air and made a rapid explosion, shooting towards Tianchen. Ning Fengzhi, who was beside him, saw Tianchen's appearance from afar, but his face was stunned.

"It turned out to be him?"

Ning Fengzhi's thoughts were slightly deeper and he remembered the incident three years ago.

"Huh?" Jian Douluo released the soul power pressure outside without reservation, which naturally aroused Tianchen's alertness. He stood up and looked up, and Jian Douluo had already brought Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong to him.

The nine soul rings were rhythmic around Jian Douluo, causing the pedestrians to burst into screams one after another.

"Titled Douluo?!"

These people are soul masters, and there are still some basic common sense. In particular, Jian Douluo exudes extremely terrifying soul power pressure, which makes everyone subconsciously take a few steps back and bend down to salute.

"I have met Master Ning and Jian Douluo Mian." One of the luxurious middle-aged soul masters had lived in Qibao City for a while and recognized the identities of Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi.

Jian Douluo ignored these people and held the silver-white Sword of Seven Killing in his right hand. The expression on his face was very indifferent, and his eyes seemed to be unable to see anything around him. He just stood there quietly without opening his mouth. But he was just standing there, still giving people a feeling that everything in the world is the only one.

But the smile on Tianchen's face froze.

Although everyone could not see anything unusual, the sharp sword energy crushed by Sword Douluna made his skin feel a stinging pain. At this moment, he truly felt how terrifying the strength of this Sword Douluo, who claimed to be the first attack, was.

But he was not afraid. With his grandfather's extreme Douluo's strength, his mental power could completely cover this place. As long as the sword Douluo dared to have any other abnormal movements, it would definitely be a devastating blow from the Tian Crocodile.

The gap between Level 96 and Level 99 is more than a little bit.

"Tianchen has met Sect Master Ning, Jian Douluo." Tianchen took a deep breath, a faint smile appeared on his face again, and saluted Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo slightly.

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and walked to Tianchen, responding inexplicably.

"I didn't expect that the person Rongrong mentioned was you."

"Dad, do you know each other?" Ning Rongrong was a little confused for a moment, and his beautiful big eyes looked back and forth between Tianchen and his father.

Jian Douluo on the side also cast inquiring eyes.

"Uncle Jian, do you remember what I told you three years ago? He is the grandson of Senior Golden Crocodile." Ning Fengzhi explained to Jian Douluo.

Upon hearing this, Jian Douluo's indifferent eyes focused slightly, and looked at Tianchen. He naturally heard of the reputation of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, which was the top strong man as famous as his grandfather.

If we really want to talk about generations, Tianchen is actually the grandfather of Tang San and Ning Rongrong.

With his eyes slightly closed, Jian Douluo thought for a moment and said slowly, "I see that your soul power is around level 56, and I only use the same soul power. As long as you can let me move half a minute in three moves, today's matter will be apology to Rongrong."

As his identity, he naturally disdains to bully the small with the big one.

When Ning Rongrong heard Jian Douluo say this, she was obviously a little dissatisfied, but after noticing her father's stern eyes, she could only pursed her mouth and walked behind Ning Fengzhi with a grievance.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Tianchen. Ning Fengzhi also nodded slowly, understanding the reason for the matter. In the final analysis, it was his daughter who was unwilling to accept discipline. He also wanted to know what Tianchen's martial soul was.

"Tianchen, I wonder what you mean?" Ning Fengzhi held his hands on the luxurious scepter in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face. The feeling of being bathed in spring breeze easily makes people feel good.

Tianchen's eyes were flashing with a hot light. It was an extremely rare opportunity to fight against a top-level powerful man like Jian Douluo. He could use the pressure brought by Jian Douluo to deepen his understanding of his martial soul.

He slowly took a few steps forward, and Tianchen expressed his attitude with his actions. He did not think he had done anything wrong. Since Sword Douluo wanted to bet, it would make the Seven Treasures Glazed Li Sect pay the price for it.

Ning Rongrong asked him to apologize, but there was no such reason.

Looking around for a while, Tianchen's eyes finally fell on Ning Fengzhi.

"Zhengmaster Ning, although I don't think I've done anything wrong, I don't have any reason to refuse Jian Douluo wanted to play this bet with me. But it would be a bit boring to bet like this. Why not add a lottery?"

"Oh? What kind of lottery do you want to add?" Looking at Tianchen, who could still maintain such a dignity in front of Jian Douluo, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but look at Tianchen with great appreciation.

At the same time, he also felt a little regretful that Tianchen came from the Martial Soul Hall, otherwise even if he paid an extremely heavy price, he would definitely absorb Tianchen into the sect.

A smile flashed in Tianchen's clear sky-blue eyes, and he said softly: "I heard that the Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect is known as the richest sect in the world. Why don't we just bet on a soul bone, a soul bone produced at least from a ten thousand-year-old soul beast? What do you think, Master Ning?"

"Ten Thousand Years of Soul Bone?" As soon as this said, even the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face was slightly restrained and he asked uncertainly: "Are you sure?"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Sect has been passed down for ten thousand years. As the second sect in the world, it is naturally impossible to not even be able to produce a ten thousand-year soul bone, and there are quite a lot of them, but the quality is not comparable to the inherited soul bones of the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing beside him, looked at Tianchen as if he was looking at a fool, and his big, lively eyes blinked at Ning Fengzhi.

"Dad, there is a fool who sends us soul bones, please agree quickly."

"Fool?"

Tianchen sneered in his heart, nodded seriously, and took out a yellow-colored translucent left arm bone from the soul guide. The rich fluctuations of soul power seemed to make the air around him thicker.

This is the left arm bone of the Earth Bear that their grandson snatched from Ning Fengzhi.