Fengming Douluo

"Puff puff!"

A few smears of blood spattered from Ma Hongjun and Kendo Chenxin, and then Oscar and Shui Bing'er had a few small golden particles in their hands.

"Just this little thing? The old man clearly felt that something like a gold thread was hooped in my muscles. How could it be such a little thing?" Chen Xin said in surprise when she saw the dragon's whisker needle in Shui Bing'er's palm.

Shui Bing'er nodded and explained, "Senior, you don’t know, this is the golden dragon beard needle. After the golden hair leaves the protection of the crystal, it will curl up into such small golden particles and inject soul power into it. It will re-incarnate as a gold, once it loses its soul power, it will recover again, look!"

Shui Bing'er said as she squeezed a golden grain of rice in her hand, surging into it with soul power, and turned into a golden needle like a strand of hair in the strange eyes of Ning Fengzhi and Jian Bone Douluo.

"Fajin is extremely tough and surprisingly elastic. Once it leaves the support of its spirit power, it will curl up again. After being injected into the human body, unless a specific technique is used, it is extremely difficult to find the source of its extraction, so I want to take it out. You can only cut off the curled tendons together."

"Of course, the real use of the dragon beard needle is that due to its extremely small and toughness, it can be used to break the face after injecting soul power, attacking the enemy when it is unprepared, and specializing in the defensive soul skills of the soul master."

"This thing is so vicious?" Chen Xin frowned and muttered displeasedly.

Ning Rongrong pouted, and muttered, "Grandpa Sword, whether a weapon is vicious is not determined by it itself, but by the person who uses it. If you use it, you will be right, and if you use it, you will be evil. If you use it, Wouldn't it be more appropriate to protect yourself and punish the wicked?"

"So you, Grandpa Sword, I'm a villain?" Jian Douluo asked back, but nodded with relief in his eyes. Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo did the same. They really didn't expect their little baby to say such insightful words. Come.

Ning Rongrong was choked by Chen Xin when he was about to say it, stomped his feet in dissatisfaction, and muttered, "Grandpa Jian, you are necrotic, and you are bullying Rongrong again. I'm ignoring you, huh!"

"Rong Rong, don't, Grandpa Jian is kidding. Grandpa Jian is wrong. My Little Princess is really right. I am not wrong at all. Grandpa Jian supports you." Chen Xin greeted you with a smile.

"Hmph, it's almost the same!" Ning Rongrong said with a pouting mouth. Of course she could see that Jian Douluo was only teasing her on purpose.

At this time, Shui Bing'er walked to Ning Rongrong and stretched out his hand and said, "Rong Rong, originally we gave you the dragon whisker needle for your self-defense, but you are too playful. Give your dragon whisker needle first. I, wait for you to stop playing so hard in the future, and I'll give you Big sis, one thousand, and one can't be less. Bring it."

When Ning Rongrong heard this, he was taken aback and chuckled. He stepped forward and hugged Shui Bing'er's arm. He whimpered and said, "Don't, Bing Bing sister, Rong Rong promises to be obedient in the future. Obedient, don't be fooling around, don't confiscate my dragon's beard needle, okay, sister Bingbing." Ning Rongrong said as he shook Shui Bing'er's arm from side to side.

"A thousand? I'll be a good one!"

Jian Douluo Chen muttered, Ji Lingling shivered, he couldn't imagine what would happen if his little baby had just shot all a thousand dragon beard needles into his body.

"A thousand?"

A light flashed in Ning Fengzhi’s eyes, and he smiled and said, “Bingbing, I don’t know how much of this thing you have, can you sell it to Ning Uncle? And the weapons that Rongrong used before, can you tell me that you are from Where did you get it? If possible, Uncle wants to acquire the craftsmanship of those weapons."

Shui Bing'er and Ning Rongrong looked at Ma Hongjun with beautiful eyes. Tang San was not there. As for the Hidden Weapons, the decision was up to the deputy master Ma.

"Hello, Ning Sect Leader, the weapons used by Rongrong are called Hidden Weapons. The craftsmanship of these Hidden Weapons belongs to my younger brother Tang San, so you need to discuss the specific acquisition matters with my younger brother. I can't help this Lord." Ma Hongjun bowed and said, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Hidden Weapons? Tang San?"

"Yes, Ning Sect Leader. Hidden Weapons is a weapon used by surprise, unprepared, and secretly used. Tang San is also a student of Shrek, one of our eight brothers and sisters, I believe you must have heard of his father. "Ma Hongjun said.

"Oh? Who is the father of that Tang San little brother?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.

"Haotian Douluo." Ma Hongjun said.

Ning Fengzhi was startled suddenly, and even Jian Bone Douluo looked at Ma Hongjun in surprise.

"Haotian Douluo? Are you sure?"

Ma Hongjun nodded, "Yes, Ning Sect Leader. When I returned to Shrek with my younger brother and Little Sister, I happened to catch up with Shrek's enrollment. The teacher Zao Wou-ki, who presided over the assessment at the time, wanted to investigate ours. Cultivation Base, I accidentally injured my junior. That night, Tang Hao, the third son’s father, came to the door and asked Teacher Zhao to go to the small woods next to the college to exchange ideas. That night, I saw it. Tang Uncle, a tall and mighty figure, holding a clear sky hammer, two yellow, two purple, four black and one red and nine spirit rings surrounded him. His powerful and domineering posture left an indelible impression on me. ."

Ma Hongjun seemed to say it unintentionally, and his expression was even more hopeful.

"What? What color is his spirit ring, you say it again." Jian Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, their faces in disbelief.

"Two yellows, two purples, four blacks, and one red!" Ma Hongjun said seriously.

"It turned out to be a 100,000-year spirit ring. I didn't expect him to appear, who had disappeared. Boy, are you sure you are not talking about us and fooling us?" Jian Douluo asked.

Ma Hongjun smiled bitterly, "In front of several seniors, how dare Junior dare to be presumptuous?

Bone Douluo asked, "Oh? You will?"

Ma Hongjun said, "I used the chaotic cloak hammer technique half a month ago. Rong Rong can testify. The three of them were watching."

A gleam of light flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes, he touched the baby girl's hair, and said softly, "Rongrong, what's the matter? Can I tell my father?"

Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly. Ma Hongjun took the matter of their two apprentices and told Ning Fengzhi and Jianbone Douluo about the matter of their encounter with Douluo.

"It turned out to be two Title Douluos again!"

After Ning Rongrong finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Bone Douluo no longer doubt what Ma Hongjun said. They didn't believe Ma Hongjun, but they believed what their little treasure had seen with their own eyes.

And Ning Fengzhi didn't believe that Ma Hongjun would tell him this for no reason. Looking at Ma Hongjun, there was a hint of curiosity and inexplicability in his eyes.

"My nephew is really lucky!" Ning Fengzhi said with a sigh, with some doubts in his heart. What is so strange about this kid that he was able to teach Tang Hao the chaotic cloak hammer method?

You know, that is the unique skill of the Clear Sky School, but it has never been rumored.

It's just that Jian Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi probably wouldn't know that Ma Hongjun's chaotic cloak hammering method was not taught by Tang Hao at all, but was taught by his son Tang San.

However, Ma Hongjun later understood that since Tang Hao was guarding Tang San in secret, he must have known that the little third son taught him about the chaotic cloak hammer technique. Since he didn't come forward to stop it, or say something, it was tacit approval, so his chaotic cloak hammering method can also be said to be equivalent to what Tang Hao taught, and it is almost the same.

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