Douluo's Psychic Scroll

That voice seemed familiar, and Eddie couldn't help but frown slightly, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.

Ibaraki said with an ugly face: "Damn it, I haven't had a good experience yet."

Eddie gave the two of them a coat and asked, "Is it serious?"

After putting on his clothes, Ibaraki responded gloomily, "It's not a big problem, it's just this body..."

After saying that, in front of Eddie and Mustache, Ibaraki crushed his left arm with his right hand without hesitation. The broken left arm seemed to be broken into pieces without a trace of blood, and it quickly returned to its original state.

Of course Eddie and Ibaraki knew what it was, but Mustache didn't and looked at Ibaraki with confusion.

Ibaraki said helplessly: "It's just as I thought before. This body cannot fully bear my strength. Once I exert too much force, I will think like just now."

Mustache also tried it, and found that the same was true for him, "I can only use 50% of my strength. Don't think too much, it must be related to the sound just now."

Eddie nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood, but he kept recalling the voice just now in his heart.

Seeing that Ibaraki and Mustache had already finished cleaning up, Eddie took back his thoughts, summoned the Spirit Psychic Scroll, stood beside him and said, "Then, it's time to conduct the next test."

Ibaraki and Xiao didn't speak. They stepped forward and pressed their palms on the psychic scroll. This time, no pattern appeared, but two more names.

Remember m in a second.

"Ibaraki-douji? Hiashiri? It's the first time I've seen your real names." Eddie looked at the names on it and said with a smile.

"I prefer people to call me Onikiri." Hiroshi said coldly, and at the same time looked at Ibaraki coldly, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Hehe." Ibaraki also grinned without showing any weakness, but said nothing.

Eddie ignored the secret rivalry between the two, but looked at Ibaraki and asked: "How much strength can you exert?"

Ibaraki thought for a while and replied: "Contra, maybe. But with a body that is invincible, a titled Douluo can also do it."

"Is it enough to rival a Titled Douluo...enough."

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Seven Treasures

Ning Rongrong sat on the sofa in the hall and kept shaking her slender legs. She kept playing with a wooden comb in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips.

Opposite Ning Rongrong. An old man with a haggard face was slowly sipping tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still astonishing. He was not the kind of muscular man with extremely swollen muscles, but his entire body frame was astonishing. The already very spacious sofa allowed him to sit on it. It obviously seems much smaller. The clothes seemed to be made entirely of bones, the muscles and skin were shriveled, and the eye sockets were sunken.

If seen at night, it looks like a giant skeleton. A few sparse strands on the head were hanging on the scalp. As ugly as you want.

But at this moment, he was looking at Ning Rongrong with squinted eyes... the comb in his hand. He has lived for more than half his life, and some things are not difficult to guess. As I thought about it, the tea cup in my hand had some cracks inexplicably.

"Haha, Rongrong, that comb of yours looks very good, can you let Grandpa Bones take a look at it too?" The haggard old man suddenly put down his teacup. Xiang Ning Rongrong said, his voice was very hoarse, like falling leaves blown by the wind, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Rongrong heard what the old man said and said without thinking, "No, I haven't seen enough yet."

Gu Rong's expression froze and she could only hold up the tea cup again, but soon put it down again. She looked a little "restless" and suddenly wanted to smash something. When Rongrong came back this time, not only did he no longer pester him like before, but he even talked less.

Looked at Ning Rongrong. There was indispensable warmth and pampering in Gu Douluo's eyes. It can be said that Ning Rongrong grew up under his watch. And this little witch's spoiled character since childhood was almost cultivated by him and Sword Dou Luo Chenxin. If anyone dares... hum.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is she? Come on, Rongrong, come out quickly and let dad have a look." A voice came from the door of the hall. Upon hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong took off the wooden comb in his hand. He came out and greeted him excitedly.

When Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter rushing over, he naturally smiled and wanted to hold her in his arms, but his expression soon became stiff. Because Ning Rongrong unexpectedly turned around and threw herself into the arms of the old man in white beside her.

He didn't hug his daughter. Ning Fengzhi's expression froze at first, but then he was secretly surprised. Although he was an auxiliary soul master. But the huge soul power of more than seventy levels also had a strong transformation on his body. Much stronger than ordinary people. Ning Rongrong inherited his martial spirit, which was also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged her casually, his speed was not slow. He didn't expect that his daughter would easily avoid it.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that her father was surprised, so she ran directly towards the old man in white and threw herself into his arms, "Grandpa Jian. Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much. Woo hoo..."

Reunited with her relatives after a long absence, Ning Rongrong is still a little girl after all. I was so excited that I burst into tears. The old man in white hurriedly hugged her and comforted her: "Good boy, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too! I miss you so much."

Ning Rongrong raised her head, "Really?"

The old man in white said seriously: "Of course it is true. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Grandpa Bones."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big clear eyes, "But, just now, Grandpa Gu told me that he is a little more than you think me."

"He farts." The old man in white didn't show any face to the haggard old man, "It's obvious that I miss you more."

"You're the one farting." The haggard old man suddenly stood up from the sand. His terrifying height was nearly two and a half meters tall, and his hoarse voice made him look even more terrifying.

"Not convinced? Let's go, find a place to fight one-on-one." The old man in white puffed up his chest.He stared at each other without fear.

"Okay. Okay, Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you've been fighting all your life. Rong Rong just came back. Let's forget about today." Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him.

"No! It can't be counted! We still have to fight one-on-one today," Gu Rong insisted, but at the same time, he secretly winked at Sword Douluo. The latter showed a thoughtful expression, but did not speak. He just turned around and walked towards the door. Gu Rong quickly followed.

Ning Fengzhi naturally noticed the little moves made by Gu Rong and Sword Douluo, and smiled without paying attention. Instead, he started to greet his precious daughter Ning Rongrong.

"Okay Rongrong, come here quickly. Let Dad see. Who said Dad doesn't miss you? Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you don't obey me, the gift will be gone."

"Gift? What is it?" As soon as I heard the word gift. Ning Rongrong's interest was obviously aroused and she ran to her father in two or three steps. Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his arms to hug his daughter. But who knows. Ning Rongrong turned her body again and still easily dodged his hand. He also pouted and said, "Bring me the gift first, otherwise I won't hug you."

Being dodged again, Ning Fengzhi's heart moved. Asked: "Rongrong, first tell dad what level your soul power is. Only if you make progress can dad give you a gift."

Upon hearing his father ask about his soul power, Ning Rongrong suddenly became proud, "Dad, my qualifications are much better than yours, and I haven't been lazy this year. My soul power doesn't grow much, so it only grows so-so." It’s about level ten.”

So few, Rongrong. You have to work hard, wait, how much can you say?" Ning Fengzhi is very familiar with his daughter. From childhood to adulthood, what Ning Rongrong hates the most is training. Although she is extremely talented, she is always forced to do it. After practicing for a while, he had to exchange various benefits. When he realized that Ning Rongrong was talking about level ten, his face was filled with disbelief.

Ning Rongrong blinked his big eyes and looked at his father innocently. "I said level ten, but it is indeed a little less. I will work hard, otherwise, I will never be able to catch up with him." As he spoke, Ning Rongrong's voice became quieter and quieter, almost like a mosquito.

Ning Fengzhi's voice changed slightly, "Level ten? Level twenty-seven when you left. So, it's level thirty-seven now? You wouldn't lie to dad, would you?"

Ning Rongrong said dissatisfied: "Bad dad, don't trust others. Although Rongrong was a bit naughty before, he never lies."

Ning Fengzhi grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist and felt it carefully. Sure enough, it had reached level thirty-seven.

But Ning Fengzhi didn't feel happy at all. Instead, there was a chilling look in his eyes.

Ning Rongrong looked at her father and said inexplicably: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop talking all of a sudden?"

Ning Fengzhi stood up, walked to his daughter, and said seriously: "Rong Rong, please immediately tell me everything you have learned about your training at Shrek Academy this year without leaving anything out. I want to know why you can improve so quickly. "

Although Ning Rongrong was not afraid of his father, Ning Fengzhi had to be really serious. She was still scared, "When I sneaked into Shrek Academy and joined the academy, I realized that I was actually the weakest one..."

Now, Ning Rongrong began to talk about it when he entered Shrek Academy. Telling about his training process in Shrek Academy. She briefly described their friends in the Shrek team. Of course, she was smart and deliberately packaged someone.

Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter's expression in his eyes, and Ning Rongrong did not hide the matter between her and Eddie. When Rongrong was talking about that bastard just now, he had a look in his eyes that he, as a father, couldn't understand. Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly. After all, her daughter had grown up and had her own ideas.

Because Ning Rongrong had her back to the hall, she naturally didn't notice two tall figures standing silently at the door of the hall.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong cast aside his dusty heart and said, "Someone wants to abduct our precious Rongrong."

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin responded with his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll be cut off if you don't pass the test."