Fantasy: The Path Of The Villain

Looking at Ning Rongrong who is full of smiles and Su Yi who is like a dragon and a phoenix, the two holding hands together are like a pair of golden boy and jade girl, so well matched.

The three of Ning Fengzhi were all satisfied and cast approving glances at the two of them.

Looking at it now, there is nothing to hinder Rongrong and Su Yi's marriage.

In this way, Su Yi came to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for the first time, and he was warmly received by all the elders.

That night, a grand banquet was set up for him as a guest and future son-in-law.

As for Su Yi, it was rare for him to drink a few glasses of fruit wine. After all, the three elders were too kind, but he could only drink some with a few of them.

nightfall.

The bright moonlight slowly shone, and the bustling Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School also illuminated the silhouettes of people sitting hugging each other by the quiet lake.

"It's getting late, shouldn't you go to rest?"

"No, I still want to hug for a while. I can't waste the rare seven-day vacation by sleeping."

Looking at Ning Rongrong who has been huddled in his arms, showing a hint of pinkness after drinking and not planning to get up.

Su Yi just smiled lightly and stretched out her hand to pinch her flabbergasted little face, "Hehehe you, there are plenty of days ahead, be obedient and go to rest."

"I know."

In the end, Ning Rongrong hugged Su Yi tightly, and kissed him hard on the mouth, then she hummed an unknown song, and bounced back to her own palace.

After Rongrong left completely, Su Yi also stood up and tidied up the clothes that were wrinkled by someone.

At some point, three Daoist figures slowly walked out of the woods one after another.

The people who came were Sect Leader Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Chen Xin stood up with a slightly condensed gaze, and said, "That Su Yi, I want to ask you something, do you have time to answer it?"

When he healed his physical injuries thoroughly in the afternoon, he went off to fight the training puppet himself.

Even he himself can't seem to be able to defeat it, that's right, even he himself can't defeat it in a short period of time, he is also a puppet with the Seven Killing Sword.

Before seriously studying and recalling, there are some past events about my father.

It was only then that he realized something that he had almost ignored. He only thought that Su Yi's strength was bottomless, and he didn't think about the possibility that the young man in front of him might already be a peerless powerhouse who surpassed level 100.

After all, to be able to create such uncanny workmanship, its strength must have already surpassed the limit of Title Douluo.

Looking at the three people who were hesitant to speak, Su Yi smiled and directly said the biggest question in their hearts, "Do you want to ask me about my strength or Realm, whether I have surpassed level 100 to become a god or Strong, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and the three of them froze, and even their bodies trembled unconsciously.

You must know that they had thought of this shocking possibility, but it was just a guess, but in the end, Su Yi saw through it at a glance.

"Could it be that... your strength has really reached that Realm?!"

Facing Chen Xin's question, Su Yi nodded with a smile, "If you count it in terms of strength, it is true, but my soul power level is still only a soul sage."

Hum, seven shining white ten-year spirit rings, one by one around his body, moving slowly.

On the surface, whether it is the strength of the soul power or the number of soul rings, Su Yi is indeed only a soul saint of more than seventy levels.

But when he doesn't use the power related to soul power, he is comparable to a hundred-level god, or even worse than him.

As for why he didn't continue to raise his soul power level, it was because there was absolutely no need for that.

Whether it is as tall as a Titled Douluo, or a tenth-level soul master, there is not much difference between the two.

"How did you do it? After all, soul power is...but..." Chen Xin widened her eyes, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Soul power is something that the strong must have, right? But there are other power systems? For example, the cultivation of Mental Energy and even the power of the soul."

As Su Yi said slowly, White's soul rings began to change, until the last seven soul rings all turned into Ten Thousand Year's Blood Red.

"When the strength of Mental Energy reaches a certain Realm, it can change certain things, and at the same time it can continue to increase the strength of the soul, and then you will have enough soul power to use..."

Looking at the soul ring emitting red light, the three subconsciously clenched their fists because of nervousness.

Even if they didn't sense the strength of the breath that emanated, the shock given to them by the soul ring still existed.

After all, a ten thousand year soul beast is equivalent to a ninety fifth-level Titled Douluo, comparable to the current Bone Douluo.

And changing the age of the spirit ring at will can only be explained by miracles.

The three of them were silent for a while, but Su Yi slowly retreated into White's ten-year soul ring, "So is there anything else you want to ask now?"

"Let's just say it first, I won't teach you. After all, no one wants to be told that the path they are taking is not feasible, right?"

When they heard this, they shook their eyebrows again, apparently just as they were about to say something, Su Yi flatly rejected it.

At this time, Ning Fengzhi didn't think about improving his own strength or Martial Soul, but thought about Rongrong's matter, "Then how long have you existed? You won't really be immortal like the gods in Legendary..."

How should I put it, if Own's daughter is really married to a god who is hundreds or thousands of years old, wouldn't that be a bit too much?

Although he is indeed a handsome guy in terms of appearance, and he has ruled out changing his appearance, but his psychological age is still so old that he doesn't know how old he is.

Su Yi was speechless when he heard that, and then sighed softly, "...I said I'm only twenty-two years old, do you believe me?"

Twenty-two years old! Liar.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the disbelief in each other's hearts, but Su Yi didn't need to lie about this kind of thing.

It can only be said that these people are not as good as others, whether they are talents or cultivation, they are far behind.

"Believe it! Why don't you believe it?" Ning Fengzhi showed a little embarrassment, and then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, what about your Little Sister? Could it be a level 100 powerhouse?"

Su Yi looked at Jian Douluo, and thought for a while, "Her? Talent is still a bit short, and it's only a forty third-level soul master, at most half as strong as a Chenxin senior."

As the evening wind blew, the originally quiet lake followed no one to speak, and for a while, some insects were heard.

Ning Fengzhi wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead without leaving any trace.

This is only half as strong as Sword Douluo? You must know that it is a titled Douluo, not a fifty-level soul king or a sixty-level soul emperor.

And twelve years old, forty third-level soul master, who would believe this?

Anyway, if someone told him he wouldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of his eyes, and he couldn't believe it.