Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 154: Immortal Grass and Hunting Soul

A sword suddenly rises up, and the bell tower rings for ten thousand years.

"Good sword intention!"

Feng Yan still couldn't get enough of Ning Rongrong raising her sword.

The sapphire blue light extended to the 'Wind Sword', and the master and the sword reached a level of harmonious resonance at this moment.

This realm has already surpassed the comprehension of most people present, so much so that when Ning Rongrong threw the sword at Zhu Zhuqing, they thought Ning Rongrong had made a mistake.

Seeing such an attack, the wind sword in Feng Zimu's hand also appeared quietly.

He looked at Ning Rongrong with a complicated expression, envy mixed with a lot of grievances, "Coordinated attack between the body and the external object?! Big brother, what on earth did you teach this girl?!"

Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing opposite Ning Rongrong, only saw the 'wind sword' that seemed to have no sharpness, stabbing towards her chest with a warm sword intent.

The sword was extremely fast. Even though Zhu Zhuqing could see it clearly, she could only use the Broken Plum Hand to clap her sword to block it.

But Ning Rongrong, who followed closely behind, was the first to arrive and pointed a sword at Zhu Zhuqing's throat.

Looking at the slight resentment on Ning Rongrong's face, and then seeing Feng Yan's excited eyes beyond her, Zhu Zhuqing's shoulders suddenly relaxed.

"I lost…"

"Hehe! You little black cat, you can't escape from my palm~"

Ning Rongrong retracted the wind sword, pinched Zhu Zhuqing's little face with one hand, and gently patted Zhu Zhuqing's buttocks with the other hand.

"Rongrong!" Zhu Zhuqing quickly slapped Ning Rongrong's mischievous little hand away and said angrily.

Seeing that both of them were fine, Feng Yan also ran over.

"Zhu Qing, this is very consuming, right? Just right!"

Feng Yan reached into his space soul guide and took out a magical herb.

It was a white crystal flower that looked as spotless as a white lotus.

Feng Yan handed it to Zhu Zhuqing and said, "This flower is called Narcissus Jade Muscle and Bone. It can nourish the tendons and bones, and circulate Qi through the seven meridians and eight vessels."

"Hmph! You just know how to smile foolishly!" Ning Rongrong ignored the rumors and immediately found a clean piece of grass to sit cross-legged and recover her soul power.

Seeing Ning Rongrong looking jealous, Zhu Zhuqing chuckled and shook her head, "Master Yan, let Rongrong eat."

"She has eaten..." Feng Yan also smiled awkwardly.

He also understood that Zhu Zhuqing was trying to be humble to Ning Rongrong, but the problem was that the issue of first come first served might not be resolved easily for them.

Sure enough, Zhu Zhuqing raised her eyebrows and immediately took the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone and asked, "How do I take it?"

Good guy, Master Yan stopped shouting, and the little black cat got angry!
Feng Yan did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly introduced: "When taking it... just eat the petals, and finally suck the pistil, you should be able to absorb its effects. It also needs to be activated by soul power. Zhu Qing, you must be calm and peaceful to absorb its essence."

"Yeah." After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing came to Ning Rongrong and sat down with their backs to each other.

After Zhu Zhuqing ate the Narcissus Jade Muscle and Bone according to Feng Yan's method, a layer of light jade color spread all over her body.

Xiao Wu is someone who likes to join in the fun, so the three of them gathered together.

After all of them took the magical herb, their soul powers began to work together and resonate with each other.

For a moment, the three different soul powers of black, blue and pink intertwined together, causing their breathing rhythms to become synchronized.

At this time, Feng Zimu poked his head over and said, "Nephew, what good thing is this? Does your uncle have it?"

Seeing him carrying the Wind Sword on his shoulder, Feng Yan knew that this boy was guarding the pass for them.

It's nothing to let Zhu Zhuqing eat a magic herb, but if this kid is beaten to the point where he has no fighting power, Feng Yan will really have to try to punish himself for possessing a treasure.

"Uncle, I don't think we can have dinner. You can go have lunch with Dean Liu Erlong first~"

"Hiss... you are really the offspring of my Wind Sword Sect. Did you hear that too?"

"Not bad?"

However, Feng Yan's evasive remarks did not make Feng Zimu realize his mistake. "Don't tell me, how is the cafeteria in the academy? The sales of our sect's Feng Ping have been low for a long time, and there is no profit at all."

“I’ve never eaten in the cafeteria.”

"What?"

Feng Yan suddenly felt that he might have been just this idiot in the past, but he had never eaten in the cafeteria of Shrek Academy, and that was the truth.

Just when everyone was silent, Oscar arrived.

He pointed at Flanders who was leaving with Yu Xiaogang, Tang San and Meng Yiran, and Oscar whispered, "Brother Yan, what should we do?"

Glancing at Jiangzhu behind Oscar, Feng Yan patted Feng Zimu on the shoulder and said, "Second Uncle, you are the team leader. Do you have any teaching tasks next?"

"Ah? What teaching?"

Feng Zimu obviously hadn't thought about how to be a teacher at all, and he looked particularly surprised.

Seeing Feng Yan looking at him like a fool, Feng Zimu clapped his hands and said, "Oh! Nephew, I appoint you as the captain! I'll leave this matter to you!"

"What?!"

At this time, Feng Yan showed the same surprised expression as his naughty brother just now.

When he turned around and looked at the students, he saw that they were all looking at him eagerly.

"You have no objection?"

Ma Hongjun, who was ordered to keep silent, shook his head first, while Oscar sat upright with a serious look on his face.

Even Dai Mubai spread his hands.

And Feng Yan roughly understood from the expression on the face of Miss Jiangzhu when she looked at Ning Rongrong and the other three.

The captain has to convince the others, and they don't want to compete with these three, so it's better to let Feng Yan, who has a harem, take the lead.

Feng Yan, who was numb for a moment, could only accept this identity. After all, he didn't want to see what these three were fighting about.

Having made up his mind, Feng Yan tentatively asked, "Then let's practice first?"

"Okay." "Okay." "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Led by Oscar, the students soon sat in rows and entered a state of meditation.

Looking at this scene, Feng Zimu nodded with satisfaction, as if he was looking at the vast land that he had managed in an orderly manner.

Guarding the pass for Zhu Zhuqing was important, so even if Feng Yan was eager to take action, he controlled his temper and didn't provoke a fight to beat up his brother.

Not knowing how to vent his anger, Feng Yan could only hold his breath. I sat cross-legged and went to build my spiritual sea.

After this incident, the Shrek team's gathering turned into a collective training.

Tang San, Meng Yiran, and his good teacher Yu Xiaogang were rushed to the hospital. Not to mention lunch which was delivered by Shao Xin, Feng Zimu got nothing that day, let alone dinner.

The next morning, Tang San, who had felt better, smiled slightly. He brought his girlfriend Meng Yiran to deliver breakfast to everyone, and then joined the practice group.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing finally woke up.

"Meow..." With the soft sound of a cat's meow, Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes.

I saw that Zhu Zhuqing had opened her eyes at some point, as if she had just woken up from a dream. Her beautiful eyes were moving around with a dazed look on her face.

Of course, there were also a bunch of small big faces in Feng Yan's confusion, "Zhu Qing, how do you feel?"

After feeling her own physical condition, Zhu Zhuqing replied, "It seems that my soul power is running faster, but I don't know what level my cultivation has reached."

Feng Zimu also came over with his chin pinched, "How long have you been stuck at level 30? I think it's time to go soul hunting? And you, nephew, seem to be only level , right?"

"I can hunt souls... not impossible."

When Feng Yan heard what Feng Zimu said, the figure of Qian Renxue appeared in his mind.

(End of this chapter)