In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Even with his exceptional wisdom, he was momentarily stunned.

"If I'm not mistaken, the rare treasures you're referring to are apples, pears, oranges, and that bunch of... grapes?"

"Yes. That's right. Congratulations on getting it all right! Aren't you surprised?"

Ning Rongrong nodded with satisfaction, as if to say, "As expected of my father, he's insightful."

I was so surprised and taken aback.

Ning Fengzhi remained silent. How destitute must my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School have become to treat these things as rare treasures?

"Sect Master, please heed my advice: just take a bite and you'll know the hidden secrets within."

Swordsman suggested. Actually, he was secretly swallowing hard. He thought to himself, "Hurry up and eat! I've been holding back all this way. How can I eat if you don't eat?"

However, Ning Fengzhi rubbed her forehead, feeling a tightness in her chest: "I can't eat."

He was helpless with this pair of clowns.

One wants to reach for the heavens, and the other dares to spoil her to the heavens.

"Dad, do you suspect we're lying to you?"

Ning Rongrong frowned; she noticed something was wrong with her father.

She immediately put on a stern face and said, "Let me tell you something. Whether you eat this rare delicacy or not is not important. There's something I need you to do. The teacher hasn't accepted me as a formal disciple yet, and this..."

You'll have to go and beg him.

"Furthermore, we must prepare a generous gift!"

Swordsman added. He felt it was time for him to retaliate.

He had been living off Lin Yan, enjoying free food and drink while improving his cultivation. Now that he had brought back so many treasures, it would be unreasonable not to reciprocate.

How can I face Mr. Lin again?

Chapter Forty-Nine: The Steady Ning Rongrong

"Hahaha."

Ning Fengzhi laughed: "He actually wants me to personally go to his door and beg him before he'll accept Rongrong as his disciple? And I have to prepare a generous gift?"

Is this meant to make someone like Ning unhappy?

but.

The next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong actually nodded seriously.

Is this true?

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. "Do you know that the Heavenly Dou Royal Family treats me with utmost respect? The leaders of the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, both of the three upper sects, are also my peers."

"Hand it over. Even the Spirit Hall has to give me some face. This so-called big shot of yours is so arrogant, daring me, Ning, to beg him? Does he even deserve it?"

"Mr. Lin (the teacher) certainly deserves it."

Coincidentally, Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong answered in unison.

"Making a scene."

Ning Fengzhi was speechless. They must be living in a dream.

"Dad, since you don't believe me, let's have a fight!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly made this suggestion.

"what?"

Ning Fengzhi thought he had misheard.

"I said, let's have a fight. Although our teacher doesn't acknowledge me as his disciple, I still want to uphold his dignity. After all, he taught me what made our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School so powerful."

The method.

Ning Rongrong looked extremely serious.

"Heh, laughable. I've been doing what made the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School grow stronger all along. Why would I need someone else to teach me?"

Ning Fengzhi possessed wisdom that was difficult for ordinary people to match; otherwise, how could he have enabled the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to rise so quickly?

He was constantly doing things that would help the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School grow stronger.

"Words are useless. Let's fight."

Perhaps because of practicing the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Force, Ning Rongrong now particularly likes to speak with her fists.

"Oh? You've become quite confident after going out for a while. Do you have the strength to match it?"

Ning Fengzhi certainly wouldn't let Ning Rongrong be willful forever.

However, Ning Rongrong answered Ning Fengzhi's question with her own abilities.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, bearing the palm print, floats in the air, and three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appear.

"You're already level 30?"

Level 33.

Ning Rongrong answered calmly.

Thirty-three… Ning Fengzhi’s pupils suddenly contracted.

It's only been a short time since I left home, and my soul power has already increased by five levels.

And it has also crossed a major threshold.

It is truly astonishing.

"All of this stems from the teacher's teachings."

Ning Rongrong replied.

"Oh? In that case, let's see what skills your teacher has taught you."

Ning Fengzhi's trust in that teacher really increased this time.

"How do you want to compete?"

"Within the sect, you can choose any disciple at the Soul Venerable realm to assist you, as long as they can defeat me."

"no problem."

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly. He wasn't listening to Ning Rongrong's words at all.

It's about 'defeating me' rather than 'defeating the people I help'.

After all, everyone is a support character, and their own combat power is really limited. Who can possibly go toe-to-toe with a power-attack type Soul Master?

soon.

Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, and Sword Douluo arrived at the martial arts arena, and immediately, some disciples exclaimed in surprise.

"metropolitan."

"metropolitan."

"And Elder Jian. Awesome."

"Um...and Miss Rongrong, my goddess."

Ning Fengzhi didn't waste any words. Pointing to a disciple at the edge, he said, "Hey you sweeping, come here. That's you. What's your name, and what's your cultivation level?"

A towering young man was taken aback at first, then ran over in surprise.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, this disciple is Zhang Shan, a level 39 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Master, with the Martial Soul Vajra Bear."

"Okay, I'll choose you. Rongrong, you should also choose the Soul Master you want to assist."

"No, I don't need that. I need to help myself."

Ning Rongrong said with a smile.

"What? Did I hear that right?"

"This is clearly a contest between assistants. But Miss Rongrong is actually going to have to assist herself."

“Support yourself, why even bother fighting? Zhang Shan is the best of our younger generation, with few rivals.”

Clearly, no one expected Ning Rongrong to make this choice.

"Hmph, nonsense. I thought you had grown up, but I didn't expect you to still be so willful."

Ning Fengzhi was somewhat angry. It's the father's fault for not disciplining his children properly.

He felt he should teach his daughter a lesson.

Only Sword Douluo looked sympathetic. He believed that when Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Rongrong's terrifying power erupt, he would be speechless with astonishment.

Despite her seemingly quirky and mischievous nature, Ning Rongrong is actually quite steady in her actions.

He had estimated that Ning Rongrong's full power would be nearly equal to that of a Soul King.

And this was without the assistance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Even if Ning Fengzhi's supporting Soul Master is a Soul Venerable, with a 70% boost, that is, the combat power of a Soul Master.

Rounding down, even at the peak of his power, he only managed to unleash strength approaching that of a Soul King.

No matter how you look at it, he can't possibly be a match for Ning Rongrong.

"No! I mean it when I say 'help me'."

Ning Rongrong had a serious expression on her face.

After saying this, he seemed to get a little angry, seeing that no one believed him.

So she stomped her little foot heavily.

Click.

The stone slabs on the training ground creaked under the weight. Centered on Ning Rongrong, a spiderweb-like network of cracks, about a meter in diameter, had formed.

This scene nearly made many people's eyes pop out.