"Sect Master Ning, you may not know this, but my good brother here is named Yu Xiaogang. You may not be familiar with that name, but he has another title: he is hailed as the Number One Theoretical Master of the Continent. That title is universally recognized."
"Running laps while carrying rocks is a training method my good brother tailored specifically for these children. It is not without purpose."
Flender rubbed his hands together and pointed at Yu Xiaogang, who was still sprawled on the ground with Tang San.
Ning Fengzhi turned back in surprise and looked at Yu Xiaogang, who lay on the ground with a cropped haircut and a faded black scholar's robe.
Of course Ning Fengzhi knew the name Yu Xiaogang.
Back then, when Yu Xiaogang, the young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, awakened his Martial Soul, he had only half a rank of Innate Spirit Power, and his Martial Soul was a strange creature that resembled both a pig and a dog.
Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had swiftly sealed off this information, some healing-type Soul Masters the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had planted within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect still sent the news back.
"So that trash is the son of that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen."
"Heh, the son of a sect master from the Upper Three Sects, a Title Douluo-level powerhouse, is trash who still hasn't broken through rank thirty even in his fifties."
Ning Fengzhi sneered inwardly.
Ning Fengzhi had always shouted the slogan that the Upper Three Sects stood united the loudest, but that was only on the surface.
The other two Upper Three Sects could be strong, but they could not be too strong. As long as the three sects together could keep