Douluo Continent: So What If I Reincarnate as Ning Rongrong?

Chapter 13 Ning Rongrong's Self-Created Soul Skill

Several days have passed since Ning Fengzhi showed off his soul bone.

Today was the day to travel to the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, but Ning Rongrong had no time to care about such things.

Her self-created soul skill was a success.

"Indeed, learning makes me happy." Looking at the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in her hand, Ning Rongrong's face showed a gratified expression.

After spending so much time, I finally managed to create my own soul skill.

Fortunately, I had been a naive college student before I transmigrated, so I have a certain amount of knowledge.

Otherwise, there really wouldn't be a way to create your own soul skills.

This is the difference between being cultured and not being cultured.

Cultured people, upon seeing breathtaking natural landscapes, can often compose a poem, while those without culture, upon seeing the same scene, can only express their utterances with a simple "Holy crap!"

Before long, Ning Fengzhi walked over from a distance.

On the left and right are Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who act as guards.

"Rongrong, you said you wanted us to see your self-created soul skill, did you succeed?" Even after confirming it several times, Ning Fengzhi still found it quite unbelievable.

Ning Rongrong had the idea of ​​creating her own soul skill just a few days ago.

What kind of self-created soul skill is so fast?

"Here, take these three sandbags." Ning Rongrong handed the tied-up sandbags to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi looked bewildered, glancing down at the sandbag that was only the size of his palm.

It's probably filled with sand! I weighed it again briefly.

Seeing the subtle expressions on the three people's faces, Ning Rongrong chuckled and said, "I created a defensive soul skill, while the sandbag is for attacking me."

"Now comes the moment to witness a miracle, watch closely, you'll be amazed."

"So, what exactly is a Soul Skill?" The three looked at each other, and Bone Douluo couldn't help but ask.

"Ah, let's keep it a little mysterious. I want to see surprise on your faces!"

Watching Ning Rongrong walk away step by step, Ning Fengzhi and the other two looked at each other.

He was speechless for a moment.

As expected, Ning Rongrong is still as clever and mischievous as ever.

However, what kind of self-created soul skill is it?

How dare they say they could surprise a Soul Saint and two Title Douluos?

The three were quite curious about this.

Ning Rongrong walked to a position about ten meters away from Ning Fengzhi and the others, revealing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul in her palm, with three purple soul rings quietly arranged.

Upon seeing the spirit ring on Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Bone Douluo's face showed a hint of surprise.

Although I had heard Ning Fengzhi mention that the soul ring had been successfully condensed, I was still quite shocked to actually see it.

Is a self-created soul skill related to a martial soul or soul ring?

For example, the Haotian Sect's exploding rings.

Suddenly, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand floated up and hovered not far away. The pagoda emitted a very soft, light-colored light, which seemed to be slightly less bright than the normal Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

"You throw the sandbags at me, and I'll see if I can dodge them."

Ning Fengzhi: "..."

Huh, what's going on here?

Ning Fengzhi was quite puzzled, but he still picked up one of the three sandbags lying quietly in his left hand with his right hand, made a throwing gesture, and then threw the sandbag at Ning Rongrong.

After all, this thing doesn't cause much damage, and even if it hits someone, nothing serious will happen. I also want to see what kind of self-created soul skill Ning Rongrong has created.

"call out--"

The sandbag flew straight towards Ning Rongrong.

Just as it was about to hit Ning Rongrong.

The sandbag actually whizzed past Ning Rongrong without touching her in the slightest.

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, looking at the sandbag that rolled several times on the ground before stopping. His expression was quite astonished.

Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, who were standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.

What's going on? Is Ning Fengzhi cross-eyed?

Even if the sandbag didn't hit Rongrong, everyone knows and understands that Ning Fengzhi is a doting father.

But the sandbag that flew past Ning Rongrong was at least 3 meters away from her, isn't that a bit excessive?

"Feng Zhi, are your eyes alright?" Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo asked instinctively.

"Uh..." Ning Fengzhi's face darkened. He placed a sandbag in the hands of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo respectively. "You'll know if there's something wrong with my eyes if you try it."

The two titled Douluo were well aware that Ning Fengzhi's eyes were fine.

But this is a bit strange!

Bone Douluo tossed the sandbag in his hand and threw it at Ning Rongrong's location.

The sandbag flew straight along its path, and logically it should have landed on Ning Rongrong.

However, when it got close to Ning Rongrong, the sandbag seemed to be out of position, just like Ning Fengzhi had done earlier, and it completely missed Ning Rongrong.

"Interesting!" Bone Douluo looked surprised, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"You coward, you try it!"

Sword Douluo: "..."

This old banyan tree always seems to want to give me a good sip of juice.

However, Sword Douluo did not refute this time; she carefully examined the position where Ning Rongrong was standing.

He watched carefully when the old man was throwing the sandbags.

Ning Rongrong definitely didn't move it; it was just that the sandbag itself seemed impossible to throw.

Sword Douluo didn't throw the sandbag directly. Instead, he attached some soul power to it, and with a flick of his finger, the sandbag flew out suddenly. Its speed startled Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi, who were standing nearby.

"Hey, be gentle..."

Before Gu Rong could finish speaking, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the sandbag flew past Ning Rongrong three meters away, just like the previous two times, without touching her in the slightest.

Ignoring Bone Douluo's voice, Sword Douluo frowned slightly.

"I think I threw the sandbag in the wrong spot."

Sword Douluo was unsure of his own thoughts.

"How about it? Isn't it an interesting skill?" Ning Rongrong put away her martial soul, picked up the sandbag on the ground, came to Ning Fengzhi and the others, and interrupted Sword Douluo's train of thought.

"Rongrong, how did you do that?" Ning Fengzhi asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, didn't you notice?" Ning Fengzhi was only a Soul Saint, so it wasn't surprising that he couldn't notice, but if neither of the two Title Douluos noticed, then it would be a great victory for Ning Rongrong.

"Not really sure." Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo shook their heads, having some guesses.

But Rongrong is just a child!

If I accidentally reveal the truth, wouldn't that make Ning Rongrong feel disappointed?

Moreover, they hadn't actually calculated it; they only deduced that Ning Rongrong had set up things around her to hinder the attack.

"hey-hey."

Seeing the expressions on Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's faces, Ning Rongrong was very satisfied.

Sure enough, it could be used in actual combat, and even titled Douluo couldn't tell at first glance.

However, this method probably won't work for some people with special eye techniques.

"I used visual illusion. When the sandbag got close to me, my position seemed to change, but I didn't actually move."

"Visual illusion?" Ning Fengzhi and the others didn't quite understand. It didn't sound like a mental illusion. Even if Rongrong was in her current state, it was impossible for her to make a Title Douluo fall into an illusion!

"Simply put, when I was standing there, the position you saw was fake, so you aimed at that fake position and threw sandbags, which of course you couldn't hit it."

(End of this chapter)