Stepping off the sword.
Ning Fengzhi wore a gentle and refined smile, responding to Qian Renxue.
"Your Highness the Saint, it's been a while, your grace is even more impressive."
Sword Douluo followed behind Ning Fengzhi.
The look in his eyes towards Qian Renjue made no attempt to hide his opinion, making it clear he had issues.
"The Saint is burdened with important matters, what brings you here?"
"This junior is here to see Rongrong."
A slightly embarrassed smile appeared on Qian Renjue's face.
He knew what he had done, understanding the gunpowder scent in Sword Douluo's words.
"Hmph!"
Sword Douluo snorted lightly, just about to say something.
Ning Fengzhi subtly shielded half of his body, smiling and saying:
"Haha… Rongrong has been talking about the Saint for a long time now."
"I've already instructed my disciples to notify her, I imagine she'll be very happy."
"Then I'll have to trouble Sect Leader Ning."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
Smiling on the outside, but feeling bitter inside.
Ning Rongrong always talking about him probably didn't involve many kind words.
"No trouble, no trouble."
Ning Fengzhi gently shook his head, smiling and saying:
"Rongrong is a bit mischievous, she may require the Saint to be more tolerant."
"I will be."
Qian Renjue nodded seriously.
"That's good then."
Ning Fengzhi smiled, raising his hand to adjust his glasses, a few glints of light flashed on the lenses.
Qian Renjue always felt that this guy was somewhat gloating.
"Your Highness the Saint, Your Excellency Lingyuan, please come in with me."
Ning Fengzhi extended his hand politely, gesturing for them to enter.
"Alright."
Qian Renjue smiled, lifting his foot, Lingyuan Douluo followed closely behind.
"Sect Leader Ning, sorry for the intrusion."
"Your Excellency Lingyuan is joking, I hope the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's hospitality will satisfy you."
Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly to show respect.
Behind him, Sword Douluo followed closely behind Ning Fengzhi, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, transmitting his voice in secret.
"Fengzhi, what do you mean by this?"
"Uncle Jian… do you still not understand how troublesome our little devil is?"
Ning Fengzhi's lips moved, a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"Rongrong?!"
Sword Douluo was stunned.
"Uncle Jian, let the young couple handle their own affairs."
Ning Fengzhi said meaningfully.
Turning his head, he continued to chat and laugh with Qian Renjue.
Sword Douluo pondered for a moment, a look of understanding appearing on his face, along with a hint of anticipation.
No wonder Ning Fengzhi didn't condemn that kid.
So he was waiting for Rongrong to personally deal with it.
I hope you kid can coax Rongrong well, if you make her cry… hmph!
Sword Douluo looked at Qian Renjue's back.
A flash of sword light passed through his eyes.
If Qian Renjue made Ning Rongrong cry.
It wouldn't be bad to spar with the Qian family's swordsmanship using his Seven Kill Sword Skill.
"Hmm?"
Qian Renjue was chatting idly with Ning Fengzhi.
Suddenly, he felt a bit of aura lock onto him, his golden eyebrows slightly raised.
He glanced slightly in Sword Douluo's direction.
"This kid…"
A hint of surprise appeared in Sword Douluo's eyes.
He only took a simple look, a level that even that old bone couldn't detect.
How could he?!
Noticing the surprise in Sword Douluo's eyes.
Qian Renjue understood in his heart.
It seems that he hadn't come for too long, and had indeed offended everyone.
I wonder…
Compared to Sword Douluo now, who is stronger or weaker?
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the young miss's exclusive training ground.
A pink-haired girl, wearing a simple yellow suspender dress.
Her delicate face wore a happy smile.
Her skin was like peeled, tender lychee, her pink eyes filled with cunning.
Full of liveliness.
She was looking up at the sky, holding a black box in her hand, constantly wandering through the forest.
A crisp, silver bell-like sound.
Traveled far.
"Grandpa Bone, don't fly so high, Rongrong can't aim accurately."
"Okay, okay, then Grandpa Bone will fly lower."
In the air.
Bone Douluo was holding a target with an image drawn on it.
If Qian Renjue was here, seeing the golden-haired, purple-eyed outline on the target.
He would definitely be between laughter and tears.
Bone Douluo's cloak fluttered behind him, following Ning Rongrong's footsteps like a kite.
In the distance, suddenly a black shadow flew over.
Bone Douluo couldn't help but pay attention to it, easily able to see the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's attire.
Clang——!
Below, the sound of the mechanism releasing rang out.
Sixteen black rays of light pierced towards the sky.
"Haha… Grandpa Bone."
"If Rongrong hits it, you have to use your Martial Soul True Body to take Rongrong for a spin!"
Ning Rongrong's charming laughter rang out from the small forest.
But very quickly.
The pretty face that Ning Rongrong had raised slowly retracted her smile.
The arrows she fired were about to miss.
But very quickly, the smile on Ning Rongrong's face bloomed again, shouting charmingly:
"Grandpa Bone!"
Swish——
Only to see Bone Douluo in the sky immediately dart out, using the target in his hand to catch all of those arrows.
Tuk tuk!
"Yay! Hit it… Grandpa Bone is the best!"
Ning Rongrong held the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, happily raising her hands and jumping up.
"Haha… Rongrong is amazing!"
Bone Douluo seemed to be lying in the air, letting out a complacent laugh.
Swish——!
The black shadow streaked across, landing on the treetop, saluting towards Bone Douluo.
"Greetings, Miss, Elder Bone!"
"Hmm?"
Ning Rongrong stopped laughing and playing, looking strangely at the person who came.
Bone Douluo lazily yawned, putting away the childlike smile on his face.
"Speak, what's the matter."
The disciple with black wings on his back immediately said:
"Reporting to the Elder, the Sect Leader has instructed this disciple to inform Miss Rongrong that the Spirit Hall's Saint has come to visit, and wants the Miss to go to the reception hall."
"The Spirit Hall's Saint is here?!"
Bone Douluo was stunned, immediately standing up straight in the air.
Below was Ning Rongrong's exclamation.
"Brother Saint!"
"That's great! Brother Saint has finally come to see Rongrong!"
Ning Rongrong was full of joy.
Her face was flushed with excitement, holding the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, wanting to shoot two to liven things up.
"……"
Bone Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong's happy appearance.
Who said that girls aren't kept for long?!
"That's not right!"
After being happy, Ning Rongrong.
Seeing the various traces on the tree and the target, she immediately woke up.
Her pink lips pursed, her face full of displeasure.
"Not going, not going!"
Ning Rongrong frantically shook her head, pointing the Zhuge Divine Crossbow at the sect disciple on the tree and shouting.
"Hmph!"
"Go back and tell Daddy, this young lady is cultivating now, very busy, no time!"
"Uh… but Miss, the Sect Leader that…"
A difficult look appeared on the disciple's face.
And Bone Douluo once again revealed a smug smile, waving his hand at the disciple.
"Alright!"
"You can tell Fengzhi this directly, if anything happens, this old man will cover for you."
The disciple hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Thank you, Elder Bone, this disciple will return to report, this disciple takes his leave."
As soon as the voice fell.
The wings behind him vibrated, flying towards the high tower where the reception hall was located.
Watching that disciple fly away.
The displeasure on Ning Rongrong's face quickly disappeared, a hint of worry in her eyes.
Wishing everyone a happy life!
