The next day, early morning.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, meeting hall.
Ning Fengzhi is sitting in the first place, holding a cup of famous tea in his hand, but his brows are tightly knitted together.
After him, Chen Xin (Sword Douluo) and Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) also looked solemn.
"Fengzhi, that girl Rongrong has been out for a long time. According to the spies, she has been following Spirit Hall, the new Holy Son Su Yun."
Chen Xin stroked the long sword in his hand, with a hint of murderous intent in his tone.
"Spirit Hall Holy Son?"
Ning Fengzhi sighed,
"Su Yun's name has become so scary recently. In one battle, Suotuo City was able to cripple Zhao Wuji with ten moves; within Star Dou Forest, one person conquered Poison Douluo. Such a monster, Rongrong follows him. I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."
Just as the two of them were sighing, an energetic voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Dad! Grandpas! I'm back!"
Ning Fengzhi The three of them stood up suddenly, and saw Ning Rongrong jumping in at the front door, wearing a bejeweled outfit that was even more luxurious than before running away from home.
Behind her, a handsome young man dressed in white and holding a folding fan was walking in slowly, as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
"Rongrong!"
Just as Ning Fengzhi was about to step forward, he stared at the pagoda emerging behind Ning Rongrong as if a restraining spell had been cast on him.
That's the ninth floor.
The nine-story glazed tower is shining with nine-colored divine light!
"Nine... ninth floor?!"
Gu Rong's eyes almost popped out of his head. He rubbed his eyes hard and his voice changed into a sharp tone.
"Rongrong, your Martial Soul Evolution is gone?!"
Ning Rongrong raised his face proudly, hugged Su Yun's arm, and said loudly:
"Of course! This is all the opportunity given to me by brother Su Yun. He not only allowed me to evolve Martial Soul, but also gave me a lot of delicious Immortal Herb!"
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi almost lost control of his expression.
Immortal Herb!
Opportunity!?
Evolution Martial Soul!
He understood all these words, but put them together, why did he feel like he didn't understand anything?
Ning Fengzhi is the master of a sect after all. He took a deep breath and cast his eyes at Su Yun with extremely complicated eyes:
"His Highness the Holy Son, I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I'm afraid I can't afford this gift."
Su Yun chuckled and found a seat to sit down on his own, looking as casual as if he were in his own back garden:
"Sect Master Ning, you have to bear it if you can't bear it. Now that Rongrong has entered my fish pond, we will be a family from now on."
"Fish pond?"
Chen Xin raised his eyebrows, and the sword energy all over his body exploded instantly,
"Boy, what do you think Rongrong is! If you want to marry her, you have to ask about the sword in my hand!"
Faced with the pressure of level 96 Peak Douluo, Su Yun didn't even raise his eyelids. Instead, he slowly took out his black leather notebook and started writing a diary in front of the three of them.
[X day, X month, X year. Weather: Suitable for a slap in the face. Location: Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hall.]
[Hey, Old Man Sword still has this bad temper. Just because he has some sword power, he feels invincible.]
[I'm afraid he doesn't know that in front of my 'Judgment Angel', his mortal iron tools are no different than toothpicks.]
[I'll beat him up later, and then tell him how his father died that year. I'm sure to make him cry like a child over a hundred years old.]
"Arrogant young man! Come out here!"
Seeing the arrogant look of Su Yun, Chen Xin was so angry that his beard stood up, and he arrived at the martial arts arena in a flash.
Not only was Ning Rongrong not worried, but he shouted excitedly next to him:
"Brother Su Yun, come on! Grandpa Sword is older, please be gentler and don't break his beloved sword!"
Ning Fengzhi: "..."
Gu Rong: "..."
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt that his cabbage might not only have been dug by the pigs, but also helped the pigs dig the foundation of his house.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Martial Arts Arena.
Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his hands, Seven Kill Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the terrifying murderous aura froze all the vegetation within a kilometer radius.
"Boy, show your Martial Soul!"
Su Yun lazily put away Diary, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth:
"Old Man Sword, are you sure you want me to see Martial Soul? I'm afraid your heart will be broken later and you won't even be able to hold the sword steady."
"Stop talking nonsense! Take the move!"
Chen Xin gave a low drink, the sixth Soul Skill:
Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin activates instantly.
Countless sword energy turned into flowing light, with the power to tear apart the space, blocking all Su Yun's escape routes.
However, Su Yun just said two words lightly:
"Yan Ling...Absolute Defense."
Buzz!
A thin layer of platinum light curtain enveloped Su Yun's body without any warning.
The sword energy that was powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks hit the light screen and made a clanging sound. Then, it was like waves hitting a stubborn rock, shattering without a trace.
"What?!"
Chen Xin's pupils suddenly shrank.
Behind Su Yun, eight sacred wings suddenly unfolded.
Every feather was flowing with golden-red light, and the pressure that was above the divine throne made the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect tremble slightly.
"The first move."
Su Yun's body swayed so fast that even Chen Xin and Titled Douluo could only capture an afterimage.
"The second move is to deprive the spirit of speech!"
Su Yun's hand lightly pressed on the sword body of Seven Kill Sword.
At that moment, Chen Xin was horrified to find that the blood connection between himself and Martial Soul was forcibly cut off by an unquestionable force!
Seven Kill Sword, which was originally shining brightly, now turned out to be as dull as an ordinary piece of iron.
"What... what method is this?!"
Chen Xin's old face turned pale and his figure retreated sharply.
"The third move Sword of Judgment, chop!"
Su Yun pointed like a sword, and a giant sword made of pure divine energy suddenly fell from the void.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Chen Xin flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and hit the rockery in the distance hard.
And the Seven Kill Sword in his hand let out a whine and automatically retracted into his body.
Three moves.
Chen Xin, the famous swordsman in mainland China, was completely defeated!
Ning Fengzhi stood there blankly, the tea cup in his hand smashed to pieces.
He knew that Su Yun was strong, but he never thought that this young man was already so powerful that he was so inhuman!
Su Yun dusted himself off, reopened Diary, and added a line at the end:
[Today's record: I beat up Old Man Sword. The hand feels average, not as good as Bibi Dong's waist.]
[But Ning Fengzhi should be honest now. In the following negotiations, I think he will be very happy to hand over all the sect's inventory.]
[After all, what's the point of sacrificing a little personal money for Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Right, father-in-law?]
Su Yun raised his head and showed a bright (devil) smile to Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi, on the other hand, could only smile bitterly and bow his hands:
"His Highness the Holy Son Shenwei! I, Ning Fengzhi, am convinced."