Douluo Continent: Become stronger by stealing Tang San's luck

—Aren't these two siblings? Why are they so close?

"Rongrong," Tang Lan suddenly said, "we'll need you later."

Ning Fengzhi is of noble status, so he should naturally be entertained in the dean's office.

That's what it means to get closer.

Then we heard Flanders' hearty laughter.

"Hahaha--"

"Thank you so much, Sect Leader Ning, for your generosity!"

"Finally, I can focus on nurturing these students!"

A gentle, refined voice chuckled softly.

"I also want to thank Dean Flander for teaching Rongrong so well."

"I was quite surprised to see her today, and she actually knows how to use honorifics."

"Not at all," Flander said modestly. "If it weren't for Sect Leader Ning's letter, I wouldn't have dared to teach so freely. You truly have foresight!"

Tang Lan and the others glanced at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and coughed loudly.

The conversation inside immediately stopped.

That's when she knocked on the door.

"Please come in," Flander called out.

Ning Rongrong pushed open the door, and Tang Lan and the others followed her in.

Ning Rongrong walked straight towards the back of a refined-looking man.

She didn't say anything, her expression was pitiful.

Ning Fengzhi's previously calm and composed expression visibly turned panicked.

Tang Lan ignored the interaction between the father and daughter.

He moved his feet and stood in front of Xiao Wu.

They met eyes with Chen Xin, who was dressed in a snow-white robe.

"I am Tang Lan, and I greet Your Majesty Sword Douluo," Tang Lan said, neither humble nor arrogant.

Chen Xin then withdrew his gaze and began to examine Tang Lan.

He nodded slightly.

"A 12-year-old who reached level 45, no wonder he's his son."

Let's look at Tang San again.

I'll set my sights aside and refrain from commenting.

He stood behind Ning Fengzhi with his arms crossed, looking like an invisible man.

Tang Lan did not engage in further conversation.

She looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still staring at Ning Fengzhi with tears in her eyes.

"Alright, Rongrong, we still have business to discuss today, stop teasing Sect Leader Ning."

The words fell.

Ning Rongrong immediately wiped away her tears and stuck out her tongue at Ning Fengzhi.

He chuckled and said, "That settles things, but you're not allowed to sell your daughter again next time!"

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, she would have made a huge scene for three days and three nights if this had happened.

Now, Tang Lan can get away with it with just one sentence.

Shrek really made the right choice coming here.

Thinking of this,

Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but take a serious look at Tang Lan, nodding repeatedly.

He is handsome, exceptionally talented, and ambitious.

Although they created their own sect, they could still merge it into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

as long as

"Young friend Tang is very promising. Thank you for taking care of Rongrong," Ning Fengzhi said politely.

"Sect Leader Ning, you're too kind." Tang Lan stepped aside and said, "Let's get straight to the point and test the firearm soul tools, shall we?"

All talk is meaningless, let's get down to business!

Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised by how clean and efficient his actions were.

Then he stood up.

"Then I'll have to trouble Sect Leader Tang."

The way it's addressed has changed.

There was less intimacy; he no longer regarded Tang Lan as a junior.

There was a greater sense of formality, and they communicated as equals.

Tang Lan smiled knowingly.

Chatting with smart people is that simple.

They walked side by side with Ning Fengzhi to the playground.

"Please forgive any unexpected issues during the test later," Tang Lan said. "To show our sincerity, our Tang Sect will have our fourth disciple, Ning Rongrong, to demonstrate the firearms and soul tools."

Ning Rongrong stepped forward and waved her little hand at Ning Fengzhi.

—Surprised? Unexpected?

But Ning Fengzhi had obviously heard about it beforehand—most likely it was Flander who reminded him.

He said gently, "Uncle Jian, thank you for your trouble."

"Then let this old man keep the girl company for a while," Chen Xin said with a smile.

He walked up to Ning Rongrong, completely unguarded.

"Girl, go ahead and use that soul tool, Grandpa will defend."

(^_~)

Good guy!

Chen Xin, who always acted like he was the only one who mattered, actually blinked and acted cute?

This unexpected contrast is adorable.

Tang Lan, who knew the truth, couldn't help but laugh.

—It's clear that Chen Xin really dotes on Ning Rongrong.

Simultaneously.

Tang Lan glanced at Tang San, who nodded and stepped back to leave the scene.

Ning Fengzhi saw it, but didn't pay any attention to it.

In the field.

Ning Rongrong's storage ring flashed, and the muzzle of the python revolver was pointed at Chen Xin.

"boom--"

Chen Xin held an armor-piercing shell in his hand.

"The power is not bad, it's almost at the level of the first soul skill for attacking a martial soul," Chen Xinrui commented.

He then caught the remaining five armor-piercing rounds with his bare hands.

They didn't even use their soul power.

so.

When Ning Rongrong pulled out two Uzis and fired 100 armor-piercing rounds within 2 seconds.

This caught Chen Xin completely off guard.

He can only release sword energy with his soul power to form a sword energy barrier in front of him.

"good."

"It has the power of a second soul skill."

"If a Soul Master below level 30 is not careful, he will die on the spot."

More than half of the Soul Masters on the mainland are stuck at around level 30.

Uzi alone is enough for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to take seriously.

In no mood

Ning Rongrong pulled out a Barrett rifle and fired it at Chen Xin!

"Boom))))=>"

Chen Xin gathered his energy into a sword, intending to cleave the sniper armor-piercing bullet in two.

But the sniper armor-piercing round spun for a moment and, by virtue of its own material, bounced away.

"Kacha——"

It broke a tree branch that was 100 meters away.

"Buzzing—"

The blade in Chen Xin's hand trembled violently, unable to calm down for a long time.