"Dad, you come too, but you're not allowed to boost Sword Grandpa."
"You want me to fight by myself??"
The corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. The sky was falling! His darling little padded jacket was stuffed with black-hearted cotton-and it even let in drafts.
But what are these experience points my son-in-law mentioned? Could they be what lets Rongrong and the others raise their soul power levels so quickly?
He pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"All right, but go easy on me, son-in-law. These old bones of mine can't take much."
Chen Yang's lips curved upward. He hadn't expected this extra windfall. Then he waved at Zhao Wuji, who was trying hard to make himself invisible off to the side.
"Zhao Wuji, you join in too."
Zhao Wuji froze, then hurriedly waved his hands, making an excuse to get out of it:
"Huh? Maybe I'd better sit this one out. I twisted my old back sparring with Xiao Wu just now. It's hard for me to move around."
He had barely finished speaking when Sword Douluo cast a cool glance his way, his icy gaze landing squarely on him.
Zhao Wuji went rigid. Instantly, he dared not utter another word of refusal. He straightened his back and loudly changed his tune:
"Old Zhao here is fit as a fiddle! I'm coming right over!"
The group walked to the training ground and took their stances, ready to fight.
Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were just about to retreat to the sidelines to watch when Chen Yang called them back.
"You three join in too. You'll all get a share of the experience afterward."
Chen Yang took out the Master Ball and tossed it into the air.
"Come out, Ah Yin! Titan Giant Ape! Sky Azure Bull