Shushan Sword Immortal Clashes into Douluo

Douluo Continent, Qibao Glazed Sect.

Murong Yu sat upright on the bed, sitting cross-legged on the bed with five hearts facing the sky, and began to practice the eighth level of the "Shushan Sword Control Technique".

After seeing Murong Yu's actions, Xiao Wu immediately closed the door of the courtyard as if she had a clear understanding.

Although Murong Yu didn't give any hints, as long as she saw the expression on Murong Yu's face at this moment, Xiao Wu had already guessed that her brother would definitely devote himself to cultivation.

The eighth level of the Sword Immortal is called "Heavenly Sword". When the seventh level of "Sword Heart" is cultivated to the extreme, it will be "Heavenly Sword". At this time, the sword is me, I am the sword, and there is a sword and I

, There is no sword and no self. After cultivating to this level, you are close to the way of heaven, so it is called the heavenly sword.

At this moment, on Murong Yu's body, a flow of air that ordinary people could not feel was flowing slowly.

Slowly, a smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face.

When Murong Yu was immersed in cultivation, he did not notice that Ning Fengzhi also came outside his residence and stayed here for a while before turning around and leaving.

When he left, his eyes were full of emotion and shock.

After personally feeling the powerful aura on Murong Yu's body, Ning Fengzhi no longer had any doubts about Murong Yu's words. He indeed had the strength to compete head-on with Bibi Dong!

And that mysterious master who never failed to win against Tang Hao in Notting City was probably him!

If such a genius can become a member of the Qibao Glazed Sect, it will definitely be a great joy!

What a pity...

At this time, a disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect came forward and said: "To inform the sect leader, the disciples outside the city just sent word that His Majesty Sword Douluo Mian is back!"

Ning Fengzhi raised his eyebrows and said happily: "Uncle Jian is back?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Ning Fengzhi waved his sleeves, gave a long laugh, turned around and left.

After a while, he came to a separate courtyard behind the main peak.

As soon as he arrived outside the meeting hall, he saw Ning Rongrong running directly towards Chen Xin and throwing herself into his arms, "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much. Woo hoo..."

Chen Xin quickly hugged her little body with regret, "Good boy, my little baby, Grandpa Jian misses you too! Isn't it time to come back as soon as possible?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, "Really?"

Chen Xin said seriously: "Of course it's true!"

Ning Rongrong's big eyes rolled, and she stretched out her white hands towards Chen Xin and said, "What about Rongrong's gift?"

"Uh..." Chen Xin couldn't help but smile bitterly and whispered: "Rongrong, your Grandpa Jian went out to do business this time. He forgot to bring a gift to Rongrong. I will make up for it next time..."

When Ning Rongrong heard that there was no gift, she immediately became unhappy. She sat on the sofa in the hall and kept shaking her slender legs. Her red lips were so pouty that they could hang on a soy sauce bottle.

"Hahaha, old bitch, you still have the nerve to say that you love Rongrong the most? It's a rare time to go out, but you didn't even bring a gift to Rongrong. It's really funny!" Gu Rong didn't give any face, and just borrowed it.

This mocks the dusty heart.

"You fart." Chen Xin was immediately furious, "Old Bones, are your bones itchy? Do you want me to help you loosen your bones?"

"You're the one who farted." Gu Rong suddenly stood up from the sofa. His terrifying height was nearly two and a half meters tall. Coupled with his hoarse voice, he looked even more terrifying.

"Aren't you convinced? Let's go and find a place to fight." Chen Xin puffed up his chest and stared at the opponent without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you have been fighting for your whole life. Uncle Jian just came back, let's forget it today." Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old people in front of him.

"Hmph!" Chen Xin and Gu Rong snorted almost at the same time, neither of them looking at the other.

After Ning Fengzhi smoothed things over, he asked, "Uncle Jian, have you gained anything from your trip this time?"

Chen Xin let out a long sigh, with an undisguised look of regret in his eyes, and said: "How easy is it to find such a mysterious master in the vast sea of ​​people? I got nothing from this trip."

Ning Fengzhi was not surprised by this. As Sword Douluo said, it is not easy to find a person whose appearance you don't know in the vast sea of ​​people.

However, fortunately, they have found that person...

Chen Xin gave a bitter smile and said: "It's a pity. If I can find that mysterious master, my sword power will definitely be improved. I am getting older. If there is no progress in these years, I am afraid that my achievements in this life will be nothing."

It doesn’t stop there.”

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong couldn't help but look at each other and smile. Ning Fengzhi slapped his forehead and pretended to just remember it, saying, "Uncle Jian, there is something that Fengzhi almost forgot to tell you."

"What's up?"

"That mysterious master is in our Qibao City now!"

After hearing this, Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, who was second to none in terms of seniority and strength in the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, suddenly widened his eyes.

Ever since he was promoted to Titled Douluo, there were only a handful of situations where he almost lost his composure because of a single word.

His eyebrows twitched twice, and he calmed down in an instant, asking: "Fengzhi, is what you said true? That mysterious master is in our Qibao City?"

"Exactly." Ning Fengzhi said proudly: "Thanks to Rongrong..."

Ning Fengzhi immediately told Chen Xin what happened in Silvis City and Qibao City some time ago, and also gave his own analysis.

"Although there is currently no conclusive evidence that that little brother Murong is the mysterious master who fought for me Tang Hao in Notting City, there are many scattered facts that can form a strong chain of evidence that directly points to that

Little brother Murong. After all, there are too many coincidences, so it is no longer a coincidence!" Ning Fengzhi said firmly.

Speaking of this, Chen Xin and Gu Rong couldn't help but nod. Although Ning Fengzhi is not as strong as them, as the leader of a sect, Ning Fengzhi can see more clearly than them on many things.

"And..." Ning Fengzhi paused, a complicated smile appeared on his face, and said: "That little brother Murong is only fourteen years old this year."

If Chen Xin could still hold back his expression of not being too surprised when he first heard that the mysterious master was in Qibao City, then at this moment he really could no longer hide his surprise and moved his face.

"Fourteen years old... Fengzhi, are you sure?"

Although he had previously guessed that this expert was not too old, fourteen years old was something he had never dared to imagine...

Ning Fengzhi nodded solemnly: "Uncle Jian, I personally healed that little brother Murong. His bone age is indeed only fourteen years old..."

Chen Xin's eyes suddenly flashed with light, his figure swayed slightly, and he immediately disappeared into the courtyard, leaving only his voice coming from far away: "I want to go to that little brother's residence in person...

…”

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and sighed. It seemed that Uncle Jian was really attracted to that young man.