"Uncle Feng, come on! Why argue with a child?"
Wind Douluo: "..."
The old man looked at the tall young man standing before him, who was half a head taller than he was. His lips twitched, and he was at a loss for words.
A child?
The kid was nearly as big as Old Shield!
So what did that make him?
A dwarf?
Oh, that was Body Douluo.
"Ah, you really can't fight getting old~"
"In the blink of an eye, even the young sect master knows how to stand up for the one she loves~"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Tian's ears, which had been red with anger, turned crimson.
Clearly, Wind Douluo's feigned sigh and teasing had gotten under her skin.
"Uncle Feng! Say that again!"
"Alright, alright, I'll stop!"
"Wouldn't want you little miss to go home and tattle to Old Sword Man."
Seeing Ning Tian's puffed-up expression, Wind Douluo hurriedly put aside his urge to tease the girl.
It wasn't that he was afraid for no reason.
Sword Douluo's strength had become far too formidable.
Even Wind and Shield Defender working together might not last a hundred moves against him.
The reason was undoubtedly Ning Huan's doing.
With Chen Xin, a ready-made Seven Kill Sword teacher, Sword Douluo couldn't help but make rapid progress.
"Alright, let's go. We should be back before dinner."
The old man looked up at the sky, then waved his hand.
The Storage Soul Tool at his waist glimmered, and a large Flying Soul Tool appeared before them in the blink of an eye.
"Whoa, Uncle Ning really bought it?!"
Ning Huan was astonished as he looked over the Flying Soul Tool, which was as large as a room.
As the one who had first proposed the idea, he knew