Douluo Continent V: Starting with the Azure Dragon Martial Soul, I easily defeat Tang San and snatch

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong was naturally well aware of her sect's rules.

The reason he kept showing off his progress to Ning Fengzhi was actually to help Du Cheng gain more points in front of his father.

But to Ning Rongrong's surprise, Grandpa Jian, who usually doted on her, would take the initiative to target Brother Cheng.

"You girl..."

Upon seeing Ning Rongrong threatening to ignore him, Sword Douluo's expression changed slightly:

"Grandpa Jian was just testing you out, why are you getting so worked up?"

"Boy."

Influenced by Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo's tone softened slightly:

"For Rongrong's sake, I can give you a chance to marry into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"As for your many mistresses..."

After a brief pause, Sword Douluo spoke again:

"Let them all join my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

Sword Douluo knows his child, whom he raised with great difficulty, quite well.

With just one glance, he could tell that the relationship between Ning Rongrong and the other women was extraordinary.

If he rashly allowed Du Cheng to cut off contact with the girls, it would definitely cause Ning Rongrong's dissatisfaction. That's why he made such a concession.

All I can say is that Sword Douluo has endured far too much in order to please his granddaughter.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Sword Douluo."

Du Cheng nodded, a smile on his face.

"However, I still prefer to use the word 'marry'."

"As for whether the rules of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can be changed..."

Du Cheng's gaze swept over Sword Douluo, and he suddenly waved his hand:

"Let Sword Douluo experience my qualifications!"

"Yes!"

A cold voice rang out, and two powerful auras suddenly rose from behind Du Cheng.

"This is……"

As the two women walked from behind Du Cheng to stand in front of him, Sword Douluo felt a sense of fear.

If I'm not mistaken, both of these girls are Title Douluo-level powerhouses, and...

The doll that was several sizes bigger was even stronger than himself.

As a level 96 Title Douluo, and due to his formidable strength, he would not feel any fear even when facing a level 97 Title Douluo.

However, when Sword Douluo sensed the aura emanating from Qingyi, he found himself losing his fighting spirit.

He had only ever experienced this feeling with one person.

"Ultimate Douluo?"

With a strained expression, Sword Douluo uttered four words, his gaze falling on Du Cheng:

"With a Limit Douluo protecting you, what exactly is your identity?"

"Sword Douluo need not worry about my identity."

What is Du Cheng's identity?

Traveler!

Gua Bi!

The most powerful support Soul Master in combat!

Except for the last few points, of course, the rest cannot be told to Sword Douluo.

That's why, when faced with Sword Douluo's question, he could only smile slightly and reveal his mysterious demeanor.

"I never imagined that there were such powerful hidden forces in the world. I have indeed underestimated the people of this world."

After just a moment's thought, Sword Douluo had already filled in the blanks for Du Cheng's identity in his mind:

"With your status, there is absolutely no problem for you to marry Rongrong."

"In that case, I thank Grandpa Jian for his acknowledgment."

Chapter 177 Ning Fengzhi's Two Faces

Du Cheng's gaze swept over Sword Douluo, and a strange expression appeared on his face:

It's surprising that the Sword Douluo, who is famous throughout the Douluo Continent, has two faces.

"Uncle Jian?"

He uttered a questioning sound, and only now did Ning Fengzhi realize what was happening:

"Does this kid really have a Limit Douluo protecting him?"

As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi is usually extremely calm.

But at that moment, he admitted that he was startled.

Turning his head to look at Ning Rongrong beside him, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly:

How could my silly girl have such good taste?

"of course."

Nodding, Sword Douluo directly confirmed Ning Fengzhi's question:

"Two Title Douluos, one of whom is a Limit Douluo, and..."

After a pause, Sword Douluo added in a hoarse voice:

"Even among the Limit Douluo, he is probably a top-tier existence."

'Hiss~'

Taking a deep breath, Ning Fengzhi rushed to Du Cheng in one stride:

"Good son-in-law, I am your Uncle Ning!"

"I've spoiled Rongrong, so you'll have to be more tolerant of her."

……

Seeing the smile on Ning Fengzhi's face, Du Cheng's lips twitched:

Very well, now I know where Sword Douluo's true colors come from.

Despite the complaints, I still have to give face to my future father-in-law...

Du Cheng also smiled, and then spoke:

"Uncle Ning, you're joking. Rongrong is gentle and lovely, how could she let me take the blame?"

"This……"

Upon hearing Du Cheng's words, Ning Fengzhi suddenly became speechless:

Ning Rongrong was known as a 'witch' in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so being suddenly praised for being 'gentle' felt unreal to him.

However, when Ning Fengzhi saw Ning Rongrong, blushing and shrinking behind Du Cheng, he suddenly believed his words again:

Perhaps, my daughter really has become gentler?

"Dad, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

While Ning Fengzhi was still speculating, Ning Rongrong spoke up:

"Could it be that she's trying to steal Ao-Ying from Makoto?"

"Qingying?"

Following Ning Rongrong's gaze, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but darken his face:

It was just my imagination after all; that brat is still the same witch she always was!

"Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's stiff expression, Du Cheng quickly tried to comfort him:

"Uncle Ning is famous throughout the Douluo Continent, how could he do something so tasteless?"

"In my opinion, he probably wants to rescue Qingying."

"Yeah……"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly froze halfway through nodding:

Honestly, he did have the idea of ​​rescuing Qingying, but after this kid said it, it seemed to have taken a different turn.

Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell on the group, and his smile was bitter: