People in Douluo, good at hugging thighs

The setting sun in the forest, the eyes of ice and fire.

Four strong men gathered around to watch.

"How is Fengzhi?" Seeing Ning Xiaotian standing up from his cultivation state, Sword Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi squeezed his cane tightly, his sword eyes flashing, "The energy concentration around him has indeed increased slightly."

"But..." Sword Douluo looked up at the sky. The scorching sun was nowhere to be seen. Only the orange light penetrated the fog and hit the place where Ning Xiaotian was sitting. "Tian'er's ability seems to have something to do with the weather.

!”

Ning Xiaotian's movement stagnated, and he said awkwardly: "Well... the ability of Sun and Moon Star Orchid must be under the sun and stars and moon to be most effective."

"It doesn't matter, just wait until I get back and ask the craftsmen to renovate Tian'er's room!" Ning Fengzhi said calmly, anything that can be solved with money is no big deal.

Sword Douluo nodded, glanced at Ning Xiaotian, his eyes lit up, and said, "Fengzhi, do you want to build a few more floors and send the most qualified disciples from the sect to live there?"

"Let's talk about this later!" Ning Fengzhi shook his head, "It is not appropriate to leak the evolution of the martial soul for the time being. Besides, Tian'er's current ability is still weak and of little use."

"Besides..." Ning Fengzhi sighed and said, "Wuhundian's actions have been a bit big recently!"

"Yesterday after you left, Wuhun Palace published a shocking theory of soul masters. Today, Wuhun Palace has also had frequent personnel transfers in various branches of the empire. His Majesty the Emperor is very sensitive now."

"We'd better not spend a lot of time in the near future, and we shouldn't have any contact with Wuhun Palace."

"Okay!" Sword Douluo nodded.

Dugu Bo subconsciously glanced at Ning Xiaotian, his face looked a little strange, buddy, the source is here.

Hey, sooner or later there will be a showdown, and I can no longer keep a low profile... Ning Xiaotian puffed up his chest and said quietly: "Father, actually, that book on The Theory of Soul Masters was written by a child!"

Ning Fengzhi and the others were startled, and turned to look at Dugu Bo, who had returned with Ning Xiaotian, asking for confirmation.

The other party actually nodded!

Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Ning Xiaotian again, her face still a little suspicious, and said: "Tian'er, is it true?"

Huh, can it still be fake? Don’t bully young people into poverty... Ning Xiaotian pinched his index finger and thumb, raised them to his eyes, opened them slightly, and said: "Actually, even the child knows the inside story of the frequent transfers of Wuhun Palace personnel.

Click!"

How come I don't know? Dugu Bo joined the crowd of onlookers who didn't know the truth. His eyes were full of curiosity and he quickly asked: "Grandson-in-law, what do you say?"

"Ahem, this..." Being surrounded by four big men, Ning Xiaotian looked a little reserved and said modestly: "I just gave Bibi Dong a suggestion..."

Later, Ning Xiaotian confessed and was lenient, and truthfully informed everyone of the causes and consequences of writing the Wuhun theory, as well as the platform gameplay and ideas dedicated to Bibi Dong.

"What do you call a little bit?" Dugu Bo glared.

"You brat, if you didn't tell me earlier... I'll show you how nervous your father has been these past two days!" Sword Douluo pretended to be angry.

"You didn't even ask!" Ning Xiaotian muttered aggrievedly, who asked you to ask all the gossip during the interrogation, but he was dragged to work at the Ice and Fire Eyes the next day, how could he have time?

Too much explanation.

"Uncle Jian, okay... Tian'er came back late that day, so we didn't ask any questions." Ning Fengzhi waved his hand and said: "And Tian'er did the right thing. This move can really help us get rid of suspicion.

Seek maximum benefit!”

Ning Xiaotian immediately hugged Ning Fengzhi's thigh and slapped the rainbow fart, "Hey, dad still loves me!"

"You little naughty boy..." Ning Fengzhi scolded with a smile, and then rubbed Ning Xiaotian's little head happily.

"Fengzhi, what should I do with those two fairy grasses?" Bone Douluo turned his head and interjected with a troubled expression.

"I'm old and my qualifications are limited. Let's keep that Qiluo tulip for Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi lowered his head and glanced at Ning Xiaotian, his eyes full of tenderness and he said cheerfully.

Children are the future for him and the sect!

"Then father, let's eat the ninth-grade purple mushroom now!" After saying that, Ning Xiaotian let go of Ning Fengzhi's thigh, ran towards the ninth-grade purple mushroom, inserted his hand into it, twisted it, and pulled it out, leaving only a small part of the stem.

The pole still remains underground.

The hands that are invulnerable to water and fire are really useful!

After scraping the dirt off the Ganoderma lucidum, Ning Xiaotian stood up and walked quickly to Ning Fengzhi, stretched out his hand and handed it over, "Dad, here it is! Just chew and swallow it..."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it too!" Ning Fengzhi took it with a smile. Although his expression was calm, the right hand holding the ninth-grade purple zhi was trembling slightly.

Having been stuck at level 79 for many years, today it is finally possible to break through the shackles of martial arts. Even Ning Fengzhi, who is usually calm and composed, is inevitably a little nervous.

Slowly sat down and handed the cane to Ning Xiaotian. Ning Fengzhi looked at the ninth-grade purple zhizhi in his hand, took a deep breath, then elegantly put it into his mouth, chewed it carefully, tilted his head slightly, and swallowed it all.

middle.

After just closing his eyes for a moment, Ning Fengzhi's body emitted a faint purple light, and then, his skin began to continuously ooze fine black juice.

A faint stench hit, and everyone subconsciously covered their noses and took a few steps back calmly.

Ning Xiaotian was not idle either. He took out a shovel and walked to the grass jellyfish Eight-leaf Gladiolus. He slowly squatted down with his little face close to the ground and carefully shoveled the soil along the root system with the shovel.

Half a moment later, a white "little radish" with roots like ginseng and a green leaf crown appeared in Ning Xiaotian's hands. He shook the fine soil, stood up and turned around to see that Sword Douluo was already standing.

behind him.

Ning Xiaotian grinned and stretched out his hand to hand it over, "Grandpa Jian, here you go! Cut off the upper leaf crown and swallow the root. These leaves are extremely sharp. Be careful when cutting to avoid getting stabbed."

"Good boy!" Sword Douluo's eyes were bright, his nose twitched, he sighed softly, and took it carefully.

Then he found an open space, sat down cross-legged, waved his hand, and the green leaf crown fell down in response. Sword Douluo caught it with his soul power, threw it upside down, and sank into the ground.

As expected of a swordsman, he can show off wherever he goes... Looking at Sword Douluo who closed his eyes to absorb the power of the medicine, the corner of Ning Xiaotian's mouth twitched, and a feeling called jealousy came to his heart. Damn, today's lemon is not good.

eat!

Turning towards Bone Douluo, Ning Xiaotian said softly: "Grandpa Bone, the fairy grass prepared for you is quite special. I'm afraid I have to wait until my father and Grandpa Jian wake up!"

"No problem!" Bone Douluo said coolly.

Ning Xiaotian had nothing to say, so he squatted down on the spot, occasionally looking at his father, then lowered his head and continued drawing circles.

…

"Creak..."

"Fengzhi, how are you?" As soon as Ning Xiaotian raised his head, Bone Douluo walked over to Ning Fengzhi who had just stood up.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and summoned his martial spirit. It was still only at the seventh level. Bone Douluo's eyes dimmed.

Ning Fengzhi's smile remained unchanged, she took back her martial spirit with a wave of her hand, raised her head, and lightly opened her mouth: "Level 80!"