Chapter 213 Ning Qingyun: Grandpa Jian, do you understand swords?
"Hmph, not bad."
In response, Dugu Bo just raised his head slightly, looked far away, and said with an unpredictable and profound posture of a strong man.
Wang Zhao: ...Is this the old arrogant person?
Dugu Bo glanced at him, and then said in the form of voice transmission: "If it is a real battle or a life and death battle, I am sure to defeat that old bone, but it is not easy to kill him."
"What's this?"
Wang Zhao just smiled and shook his head, not surprised at all.
After all, soul masters who have reached the Titled Douluo level are all strong men who have experienced hardships, and they have many ways to save their lives. Unless they are hunted down by beings like Qian Daoliu who are almost gods, it is basically difficult for them to be killed. Killed.
As for the titled Douluo who died in the original work, they either encountered beings like gods and other dimension-reducing attacks, or they had concerns.
For example, in the future Soul Hunting Plan of Wuhun Palace, the original world line will refuse to escape in order to protect the Blue Lightning King Dragon Sect and its own pride of belonging to the dragon. Instead, it will face the strong men of Wuhun Palace, and will eventually be surrounded and killed. Yu Yuanzhen...
Not long after, Ning Rongrong's birthday party finally started in full swing.
The little princess-like girl was surrounded by the crowd, and the happy smile on her face never faded. Then Wang Zhao, Dugu Bo, the three giants of Qibao Glazed Sect, and finally today's little protagonist Ning Rongrong sat around. There were two seats at Zhang Banquet that were originally prepared for Xue Xing and Xue Beng from the Tiandou royal family, but now they could only put it aside and have the seats removed.
At this time, Ning Rongrong was sitting in the main seat. On the left and right sides were her father Ning Fengzhi and Wang Zhao, whom she recognized verbally as the "brother of the palace master".
She was chatting happily, and the scene was a little warm for a while. During this period, while Ning Fengzhi was chatting and laughing with her daughter, she also chatted with Wang Zhao about some relaxed topics from time to time to get closer.
Jian and Bone Douluo looked at Wang Zhao secretly from time to time, and then looked at Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, their common precious granddaughter. Seeing the three people chatting in such a lively manner, they couldn't help but feel a little disgusted like a child. He curled his lips and said nothing. After looking at each other, he chose to pull Dugubo, who was having a drink, over for a chat.
Unknowingly, night fell, and today's birthday banquet, which could be said to be "splendid", came to an end, and the guests smiled and said goodbye one after another.
After today, I think Tiandou City and even the entire continent will be lively for a while.
Many people were secretly thinking that today's birthday party was really worth it.
Outside the gate of Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Rongrong was holding Wang Zhao's sleeve to say goodbye.
"Brother Palace Master, when can we meet again?"
The little girl said with some reluctance.
"You can do it anytime."
Wang Zhao smiled warmly, touched her little head, and then looked at Ning Fengzhi who was standing behind Ning Rongrong.
"As long as Sect Leader Ning agrees, you can come to the Dragon King Palace to find me. The Dragon King Palace welcomes you at any time."
"father……"
The little girl then looked at Ning Fengzhi again, her eyes full of tenderness.
Ning Fengzhi also smiled and said: "Wherever the little princess wants to go, can daddy stop her?"
"Hehe"
She then bent her eyes and laughed.
Not long after, a breathtaking dragon roar sounded, and the handsome platinum dragon soared into the sky and disappeared into the distance.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the leaving figures of Wang Zhao and Dugu Bo with long eyes. What he didn't notice was that Ning... Qingyun beside him at this time, her eyes had become a little deeper at some point, and she was also looking at the platinum dragon. As he was walking away, he suddenly noticed something and turned his head slightly.
What he looked at was somewhere within the Qibao Glazed Sect.
…
The night is getting darker.
The moon and stars are sparse and the breeze is gentle.
On the eaves of a certain courtyard, Chen Xin sat quietly cross-legged, with the Seven Killing Swords of Wuhun on his knees, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes were a little leisurely and a little silent, and he gradually lost his mind.
"Grandpa Jian, it's so late, why are you sitting on top of the house?"
Suddenly, a crisp and familiar voice called Chen Xin's mind back. Chen Xin was stunned and looked down at the sound, only to see "Ning Rongrong" wearing a small floral skirt and carrying a wooden sword behind her back. Open the courtyard door and walk in.
"Rongrong? Why are you here?"
Chen Xin couldn't help but wonder.
"I couldn't sleep just now. I wanted to practice sword practice before going to bed. I just saw Grandpa Jian sitting on the house from a distance, so I came over to take a look."
"oh……"
Chen Xin nodded slowly and jumped down to the courtyard in front of Ning Qingyun. He stretched out his hand to rub her little head, but Ning Qingyun avoided her without leaving any trace.
Chen Xin's eyes flashed slightly, and he retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and then said gently as usual: "Grandpa Jian has nothing to do, he will go to bed soon. Rongrong, you should also go to bed early, otherwise you will have to sleep until tomorrow. It’s time for the sun to shine.”
Ning Qingyun frowned slightly when she heard this, shook her head, and raised the wooden sword in her hand.
"Wait a minute, Grandpa Jian, can you tell me what a sword is?"
she asked suddenly.
Chen Xin was stunned, but he didn't ask her why she was asking this. She just thought about it and said:
"Long in shape, with a pointed front end, blades on both sides, a ridge in the middle, and a short handle, it can be called a sword."
Ning Qingyun shook her head again.
"This is a sword shape, not a sword."
"oh?"
Chen Xin's eyes took a serious look.
"So Rongrong, what do you think a sword is?"
"have no idea."
Ning Qingyun only said.
"You all know that I like to practice swordplay, but when Grandpa Jian wanted to teach me before, I refused with the reason that I was just playing around and didn't want to study seriously. I was just thinking about it by myself, and suddenly I found that swordplay didn't seem to be that simple, just swinging, stabbing, and chopping..."
"I'm not old enough, I haven't awakened my martial soul, and naturally I don't have soul power."
"In this case, I often fantasize."
She slowly raised the wooden sword in her hand, her eyes were not sharp, but she looked at a stone not far away with an unusually clear and bright look.
"Wooden sword, can it split mountains and rocks!"
"Huh?!"
Chen Xin was refreshed, as if he suddenly caught something illusory but crucial.
He couldn't help but ask excitedly: "Rongrong, what do you want to say?"
Ning Qingyun didn't reply to Chen Xin immediately, but slowly stepped back a few steps to distance herself from him, and then raised the wooden sword in her hand directly, and in Chen Xin's puzzled eyes, she spoke clearly:
"Grandpa Jian, do you understand swordplay?"
"I want to compete with you in swordplay!"
Huh!
Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the courtyard, blowing up the little girl's long black hair and making her dress rustle. The bright moonlight quickly lengthened her back, and for a moment she actually revealed some extraordinary grace.