Murong Fu vertical and horizontal Douluo

Murong Fu didn't show anything strange on his face, but his heart was already in a state of turmoil.

In his home, there was a small ancestral hall with two rankings. The name written on one of them was Murong Shu! And the one under it was his grandfather. Murong Fu also remembered that when his eldest brother had just awakened his martial spirit,

, my father once told me that you must practice steadily and steadily, and not be greedy for quick success. At that time, he also mentioned that in order to revive the family reputation, his grandfather was greedy for rapid promotion, but he failed to advance and died from the backlash of the soul ring.

The key point is to revive the family reputation! In other words, the family was once awesome.

Such a correspondence, oh shit! My great-grandfather is a titled Douluo?

"Among these four, is one of you an ancestor of your family?" Ma Hongjun asked curiously without noticing Wei Qingping's little movements.

"Ah, yes, one of the two swords is my great-great-grandfather." Wei Qingping didn't find anything unusual on Murong Fu's face, she just said that she guessed wrong. After all, if you can reach a titled Douluo, your martial spirit is basically the same.

The best. And according to the fact that the higher the level of a martial spirit, the easier it is to pass it on, the descendants of the Tyrant Sword Crown should also have the same martial spirit.

"So, where are the remaining two?" Ma Hongjun continued to ask.

"Well, there is another sword wielder named Heavenly Sword. I don't know his name. The elders have never mentioned it. As for the other sword..." Wei Qingping looked at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong nodded: "I heard from Grandpa Jian that he is his father! His Majesty the Sword Master!"

"My dear, my blood boils when I hear this! I don't know when I will become so powerful. Hey, what will my title be called then?" Ma Hongjun fell into fantasy.

"Let's just call him Turkey Douluo!" Ning Rongrong laughed loudly. When Ma Hongjun used two soul skills at the same time on the ring, the two of them had seen his martial soul, which shone brightly like a flame.

Swirling birds.

"What kind of turkey!" Even facing the goddess, Ma Hongjun, the martial spirit warrior, couldn't bear it: "I'm a phoenix! Evil fire phoenix."

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes: "The Evil Fire Turkey is pretty much the same." She looked so cute and pretty that even if Ma Hongjun was unhappy, looking at her pretty face, he really couldn't get angry.

Murong Fu was secretly amused, saying to himself, little fat boy, if you had solved your physical problem this morning, you would no longer be the evil fire phoenix, and sooner or later you would become the fire-releasing phoenix.

The food in the hotel was of a very high standard, and Murong Fu was very happy to hear old news from Wei Qingping that he had never known before. What was even more happy was that when Ning Rongrong paid the bill, he threw out another card without thinking about it at all.

Murong Fu said before that he would take the matter of being the host to heart.

"My father said I'm not allowed to spend boys' money. So when I go out, I never plan to let others pay for food!" Ning Rongrong said to Murong Fu carelessly when she took back the card.

"Sect Master Ning's magnanimity is truly unparalleled in the world!" It was effortless to say nice things. Murong Fu and the other three praised him until Ning Rongrong couldn't bear to listen and stopped.

After coming out of the hotel, Wei Qingping, the eldest, sent the three of them back to their residence. Because they had a girl, they sent Murong Fu and the others off first. Ma Hongjun was happy to stay with the goddess for a while, and followed her happily.

"Wei Qingping, when will you return to Tiandou City?" Ning Rongrong asked.

It was already known during the dinner that Wei Qingping came here to visit her grandmother. He graduated from the Tiandou Royal Academy and has now joined the Imperial Guard of the Tiandou Empire.

"Just these few days! Why, you want me to go back and bring a message to Sect Leader Ning or something?" Wei Qingping asked with a smile.

"Ah, no, no, no. What I mean is, after you go back, don't mention to anyone that you saw me here!" Ning Rongrong said.

"Ah... okay!" Wei Qingping was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but she still smiled and shook her head.

"Haha, I sneaked out this time. I didn't want to go back so early!" Ning Rongrong jumped up and down and said with a face of joy: "Originally I just wanted to come and see the Shrek Academy, but I didn't expect it to be better than I thought.

It’s even more interesting. Fortunately, I can stay longer!”

Wei Qingping agreed with a smile, but she didn't think so in her heart. Ning Rongrong was smart and clever, and almost all the children of the same age in Tiandou City knew this. But she could escape the pursuit of the masters of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect on her own.

That's just a joke.

However, since the people from the Qibao Glazed Sect did not take her back, it means that her coming out was tacitly approved by the sect, so there was no need for Wei Qingping to do anything extra and make the little witch unhappy!

After playing in the Soul Fighting Arena for a long time and eating for a long time, even though the days are long in summer, it is almost completely dark at this time. There are still lights on the main road, but other smaller roads are already quite dim. But the four of them naturally

He was not afraid of the dark, and he was talking and laughing all the way.

Just two streets away from the hotel where Murong Fu and the two were staying, Ning Rongrong saw a stall selling ice porridge on the other side of the street, and she suddenly couldn't move.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll buy a bowl of ice porridge!" Ning Rongrong warned, and ran over happily.

Little girls love sweets! Murong Fu pouted, even the cold Zhu Zhuqing had gone to the roadside to buy ice cream before.

"Brother Ma, tell me what kind of system your Shrek Academy is in?" Murong Fu asked casually while waiting for Ning Rongrong.

"Hey, I know your school too!" Wei Qingping interrupted with a smile: "When I was in school, I had a very good teacher who graduated from your school."

"Oh, one of our seniors is a teacher at the Royal Academy!" Ma Hongjun chuckled, and then said to Murong Fu: "Our school was founded by Dean Flanders twenty years ago. The slogan at that time was to only cultivate elites.

The elite in the world! Shrek, you know, right? A very weird spirit beast, also known as a monster. Our dean named it after this, hoping that all the students in the college will be little monsters."

"How many students are there in your school now?" Murong Fu was curious.

"Hey..." Speaking of this, Ma Hongjun immediately shook his head: "You may not believe it, but our college is probably the only college in the mainland that has more students than teachers. There are only three students studying now!"

"Three?" Murong Fu and Wei Qingping were both stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Yes, three!" Ma Hongjun nodded: "I have actually been following the teacher since I was seven or eight years old... Oh, it's Dean Flanders. In the past few years, many students have signed up every year, but those who can really pass the assessment and stay

Almost none came down!" As he said that, Ma Hongjun spread his hands and looked helpless.

"Is your assessment difficult?" Murong Fu became even more curious.

"It's quite difficult," Ma Hongjun curled his lips: "Anyway, you will know tomorrow. Hey, speaking of it, Brother Murong, you must be fine, you are too strong!"

"Well, with Murong's level, it is estimated that every college in the mainland will be rushing to get it!" Wei Qingping nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu smiled without being modest. Suddenly he frowned: "Miss Ning, you are a bit slow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard an exclamation.

The three of them looked around, and the one who exclaimed was a vendor selling ice porridge on the other side of the road. In front of his stall, there were five bowls of ice porridge scattered...

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Fight, fight~