People in Douluo, Wuhun Devil Fruit

"ah?"

Jun Yi was very confused and didn't quite understand what Bibi Dong meant. He stood up, took the letter directly from Bibi Dong's hand and read it.

The above content is generally very simple. The Qibao Glazed Sect has restarted forging soul guides, and is preparing to let Tang San learn and develop higher-level soul guides to fight against the Spirit Hall.

Jun Yi couldn't help but laugh when he saw the contents of the letter. What kind of joke are you asking Tang San to develop a higher-level soul guide? Did Ning Fengzhi think the soul guide was too simple?

However, after Jun Yi thought about it carefully, he understood why the Qibao Glazed Sect was so confident. After all, the production method of the first-level soul guidance device is very different from that of the second-level soul guidance device. They are both driven by a core array, so they naturally feel that the same is true for the third-level soul guidance device.

However, although the third-level soul guide looks like a magic circle, it is composed of multiple small magic circles that interact with each other to form a magic circle group. Its production is far more difficult than that of the second-level soul guide.

Even Jun Yi took two full years to learn how to develop a third-level soul guide, and this was based on the fact that Jun Yi had the blueprints. If he really developed it from scratch by himself, even if Tang San was given two hundred years, he might not be able to develop it.

Jun Yi also laughed it off.

"Why aren't you worried at all?" Bibi Dong asked Jun Yi curiously.

"Compared with this, I'm more worried about how to establish my sect and how I can solve these big and small things." Jun Yi had a bitter look on his face.

Now Tang San has no qualifications to compare with himself. He has lost the fairy grass and the Blue Silver Emperor. Now Tang San is just a genius on the same level as Feng Xiaotian. With twin martial spirits, he can barely be regarded as Yan. First gear.

Jun Yi couldn't arouse any interest at all. The only thing about Tang San that deserved Jun Yi's attention was the Asura Divine Mind in him.

"How about this, you stand by and give me a squeeze, and I'll handle these things, how about that?" Bibi Dong suggested.

"Okay. Then thank you, Sister Dong'er!"

. . . . . .

In the night sky of Qibao Glazed Sect, stars filled the sky like broken silver, and moonlight sprinkled like water on the mountainside, reflecting the huge forging room. Tang San sat alone in front of the case, holding the soul guide book in his hand, but his eyes seemed to be exploring the unknown territory through the book. The lights were dim, the breeze was gentle, and Tang San's shadow drew a long silhouette on the wall. His face was calm, but his pupils shone with firmness and determination.

At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from beside him.

"Tang San, my father asked you to come to dinner together."

Tang San slowly turned around and found that the person who came was actually the eldest lady of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Rongrong.

But at this moment, Ning Rongrong's eyes were dull and her tone was indifferent, like a zombie. The clothes she wore were not as gorgeous as before, and she looked a little thin and haggard.

He completely lost the youthful and energetic look he had when they first met Tang San.

"Okay, please lead the way." Tang San replied.

Ning Rongrong didn't say much.

The two of them walked out of the metal-filled forging room one after another. Ning Rongrong's expression remained indifferent.

Tang San's clothes were already a little shabby, and even stained with oil in some places.

His hands were the same, burned black by iron sand of various colors. He also tried to forge this afternoon, but failed. Only then did they look so embarrassed. On the way to the restaurant, the two of them were silent all the way. Tang San lowered his eyes, while Ning Rongrong looked out the window at the night, an inexplicable silence enveloped the two of them. When we arrived at the restaurant, the food was already set.

Tang San was placed next to Ning Fengzhi, while Ning Rongrong sat on the other side of Ning Fengzhi.

After seeing Tang San in such a mess, Ning Fengzhi said to Tang San: "Xiao San, you should go clean up first. I have already arranged your room, so let him take you there."

Ning Fengzhi pointed to the disciples beside him and said.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Ning." Tang San gave a slight salute to Ning Fengzhi, and then followed the disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and left.

After Tang San left, looking at his daughter's appearance, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown, feeling a little sad in his heart, but he didn't regret everything he had done before.

After about half an hour, Tang San returned.

The meals were served one after another, and Tang San focused on the delicious food in front of him. He needs nutrition to replenish the energy consumed in casting the soul guide. However, his eyes involuntarily drifted to Ning Rongrong at the other table.

Is this girl who remains silent at the dinner table and looks like a zombie really the lively and cheerful eldest daughter of the Qibao Glazed Sect? Why didn't you say a word?

Just halfway through the meal, Ning Rongrong left and stood up to leave.

Seeing this, Tang San curiously asked Ning Fengzhi: "Uncle Ning, Miss Ning, will she be okay?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and said in a deep voice: "It's okay. She has been like this for a long time. Jun Yi's incident has had a big impact on her, but I believe she will be able to recover one day."

"Let's not talk about it anymore, mistress, how do you feel this afternoon?"

"Today I have truly broadened my horizons. This afternoon has been an unforgettable and wonderful journey in my life." Tang San's eyes were full of excitement and curiosity, as if the failure and embarrassment of the afternoon had disappeared.

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, and he looked at Tang San deeply: "So, are you willing to keep walking on this road?" Tang San was silent for a moment, and his eyes became firm: "I am willing. Because this is the road I yearn for. Although it is difficult, I believe I can succeed."

"Well, even if you are forging a soul guide, you can't forget to practice. How about this, starting from tomorrow, you will practice soul power with Uncle Jian in the morning, and learn soul guides in the afternoon?"

"Of course, then Tang San will thank Uncle Ning and His Majesty Jian Douluo here first." After saying that, Tang San stood up and bowed to the two.

"As expected of the son of Haotian Douluo, you really know etiquette, unlike some wild boys who don't know etiquette and shame." Jian Douluo looked at Tang San with satisfaction, with a faint smile on his face.

Just as Jian Douluo finished saying this, Gu Douluo suddenly stood up and said, "I'm full too, I'll go back first."

Then the space around Gu Douluo twisted a bit, and then his figure disappeared.

The table suddenly became much quieter, but Ning Fengzhi didn't let it get quiet, and turned around to chat with Tang San... . . . . .