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

Chapter 21: Ning Rongrong's great victory and the cat is amazing

The morning is the most important part of the day. If you can see others making fun of themselves early in the morning, you will naturally be in a happier mood.

However, being the focus is not necessarily a bad thing. At least Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai as if she were laughing at a joke.

Xiao Wu on the side was confused again. Didn’t this cold girl say that things would come naturally when their love was deep?
How come she is not worried now that Yan Feng is about to be ridiculed by everyone?
"Brother Yan, go line up." Tang San smiled gently at Feng Yan, as if he was trying to help Feng Yan out.

The scene suddenly became noisy.

"Why is this guy pretending to be so effeminate?"

"That's right! You have no ability and yet you cut in line. You have no shame at all!"

"I've given him a way out, but he still doesn't back down. He's bringing shame upon himself."

Dai Mubai was even more unwilling to let Feng Yan go. He held his pectoralis major with one hand and made a please gesture with the other.

"What? The test crystal is in your hand. Why are you still hesitating? You might as well stimulate your soul power and give it a try to know."

As soon as Dai Mubai finished speaking, Feng Yan nodded. He felt that one should follow the good path and it was always a good thing to listen to advice.

With a slight stimulation of soul power, a breeze blew and Feng Yan was enveloped by the sky-blue soul power light.

Almost no one present had ever seen any big scene, and they had never thought that a person's temperament could change so much before and after.

At first glance, he was a sissy who didn't know his own limitations, but in the blink of an eye, he became a handsome and unrivaled gentleman.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and thought: This guy relies on this face to make a living!

There are never any accidents in reality. The white light of the crystal in Feng Yan's hand gradually rose. Although it was not strong, it slowly stopped at level 25.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

The other candidates stopped talking, and Dai Mubai and Tang San also stared with their eyes wide open and became silent.

Seeing their expressions of disbelief, Feng Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He said slowly in a didactic tone: "I've already said that my mental strength is strong, and mental strength can drive the level of soul power."

Feng Yan then pointed at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, "And they are both stronger than you. How about we go through the process and try at the third level?"

"By the way, what was the third level testing?"

Dai Mubai couldn't say anything as his raised paw just froze in mid-air.

If another soft voice hadn't suddenly appeared, Feng Yan wouldn't have been frightened again.

"The third level is to test the candidate's ability to apply his or her own martial spirit. It is not enough to just have spirit power and development potential. You also need to have control over your martial spirit."

As Oscar spoke, he stared at Feng Yan with resentment in his peach blossom eyes.

"Brother Yan, you can't eat my sausage without paying!"

As soon as these ambiguous words were spoken, Feng Yan immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

Look at the shocked passers-by on the left, and look at Ning Rongrong's face with an expression of extreme disgust on the right.

Just wrote three words: You deserve to die.

This time, even Feng Yan realized that Ning Rongrong had been holding him back from eating out of good intentions.

At that time, Feng Yan was only thinking about the word "detoxification" and did not realize that this soul curse might cause him social death.

The terrible consequences of copper formation were right in front of Feng Yan. Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground, and the "pa pa" sound was very clear.

Grabbing Oscar's collar, Feng Yan pointed at Oscar's nose and denied repeatedly, "You, you, you! You are slandering me! I warn you not to slander me! He, he, he is slandering me!"

Fortunately, the teacher had good foresight and sighed, "There are monsters every year, but this year there are especially many, five at once. Come on, Oscar, stop making trouble. If you have nothing to do, take the juniors to the last level!"

"Ah, yes, yes! Let's go!"

Feng Yan was really embarrassed this time. As long as there was a way out, he would not bother to go to the third level to pretend to be cool. He quickly pushed Oscar, who was looking at him with a "kind" face, into the village.

Maybe Oscar just thought this pretty junior was simple and interesting, but his eyes once again stimulated a certain sword demon.

In excitement, Feng Yan took out his imitation wind sword.

It was the one that scared Dai Mubai the day before and was floating behind him.

"Lead the way! If you look at me again, I'll chop you off! I'll chop you off!"

"Okay, okay! Brother Yan, calm down! I'll lead the way for you right away!"

Oscar's frightened peach blossom eyes reflected the sharp edge of the sword, as well as Feng Yan's crazy, frenzied eyes. He nodded repeatedly in fear and walked quickly in front to lead the way.

The feeling of being on edge was very unpleasant, and Feng Yan just wanted to quickly catch up and end it all.

However, his arm was grabbed, and Feng Yan knew who it was without having to guess who it was.

"Rongrong, what are you doing? Oh, I'm out of money, please pay for me!" Holding the sword, Feng Yan pointed at Oscar's back and said it without any psychological burden.

However, Ning Rongrong only squinted her eyes and smiled at Feng Yan, and her little look was still very cute. Feng Yan was still unaware of it, and didn't care how cute the little witch was.

He just spread out his left hand and said as a matter of course: "What are you looking at! Who told you to break the door of the hotel? I really have no money, so I'm going to compensate you for the door."

Ning Rongrong was not angry and finally took some action. She pointed at the sword in Feng Yan's hand and her smile became even more cuter.

Now Feng Yan's train of thought came into focus. Ning Rongrong's sword was broken by him, so he had to get a replacement.

This sword was made by Huaian Fengyan's own martial spirit. Naturally, he knew the size very well and asked the blacksmith to make it very well, and it has never been exposed.

There was no need to ask why Ning Rongrong looked like this; it was obvious that she had a keen eye and had taken a liking to this sword.

Holding the sword tightly, Feng Yan's face was full of pain, and he said viciously: "How can you people from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect be so abominable! You won't let go of any good things, right!"

"Hehe~ The Seven Treasures Glazed Tower is a natural talent for identifying treasures. You can't be envious of it~"

"you you you…"

"What do you mean by 'you'? Take it and put it here!"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong snatched the sword, raised it high above her head and started spinning around.

"Who told you to have such a good sword and break my sword? You should pay for it!"

At this time, Ning Rongrong had lost interest in the melancholy and weak Yan Feng.

Ning Rongrong waved her left hand without even looking at Feng Yan, "Okay, I'll pay the bill for you, go play with your sausage brother~"

After saying that, Ning Rongrong jumped up and down excitedly, waving her sword and running forward.

"You...I...who is looking for Brother Sausage?" Feng Yan was about to cry.

Thinking that he couldn't lose the most, he hurried after Ning Rongrong, "If you help me pay the bill, give me the gold soul coins!"

Dai Mubai and Tang San, who were following behind, were a step slower. They were frightened by the "Wind Sword" that Feng Yan suddenly pulled out, and their faces looked very bad.

After taking a closer look, they realized that it was a real sword and not a martial spirit, and they felt relieved.

Tang San felt even more disgusted when Yan Feng was holding the Sword Demon's sword. It was simply tarnishing the pure and innocent image of the Sword Demon in their minds.

More importantly, Tang San felt that he and Dai Mubai both had strong hearts, so how could they be bullied by a villain like this who was easily bullied by girls?

In order to divert attention, Tang San asked Dai Mubai: "Brother Dai, what exactly is the fourth level?"

"Some students have good martial spirits and good control over them. But they have lived in aristocratic families since childhood and have grown up in a honeypot. They have no idea about the outside world, let alone fighting."

Dai Mubai seemed to have regained some psychological advantage. He raised his head again and looked at Feng Yan who was running away with an extremely proud expression.

"The fourth level is practical combat experience. The academy will not accept people who become weak in combat. The dean said that spoiled people will not be accepted."

After hearing what Dai Mubai said, Xiao Wu couldn't help but complain: "Are you choosing students or wives? No wonder..."

Xiao Wu obviously had something else to say, but was interrupted by Zhu Zhuqing.

The cold little kitten seemed to have learned Ning Rongrong's expression, with a look of disgust on its face, and glanced at Dai Mubai.

"You think you're smart and strong? You'd better not be that spoiled honeypot."

Bragging about your combat experience in front of the Sword Demon who has challenged all over Douluo Continent?
Zhu Zhuqing felt that Dai Mubai was here just to make people laugh. It would be fine to laugh at his weak body, which was the fact, but why did he use this to mock him?

"You! That's right! Of course you have to speak for that skinny guy! I'm afraid he will run out of strength after moving a few times in bed!" Dai Mubai almost exploded and said angrily.

His claws clenched so tightly that the veins on his entire arm burst.

"Isn't that all you can think of?"

Zhu Zhuqing never stops talking until her words are shocking, but her words are calm and rational.

"He is innocent. I am willing to take the initiative, so what? Who are you? You bought prostitutes with money, and only their initiative can make you feel a little bit of ridiculous self-esteem?"

No matter what Dai Mubai said, many things were no longer important after Zhu Zhuqing's words, because the gap between before and after was too big.

His fiancée was still a virgin the day before the break-up, but she got together with someone else right after the break-up. This was a huge shame and humiliation for a man like Dai Mubai.

"Remember, I have divorced you. You kowtowed and agreed to it. What I do has nothing to do with you." After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing turned around and left without any hesitation.

After hearing these taunts, Dai Mubai's fury was evident, and Tang San hurriedly grabbed him with red eyes.

"Brother Dai! Calm down! The Sword Demon may not be far away!"

It’s not that he wants to meddle in Dai Mubai’s business, but Tang San couldn’t stand the fact that Xiao Wu was Zhu Zhuqing.

The problem is that Yan Feng still has a chance to survive after releasing the poison, and if the Sword Demon appears, the aftermath of the battle alone may annihilate the entire village. Tang San himself is also afraid of suffering a false disaster.

Xiao Wu was muttering quietly. She seemed to have her own understanding of "innocent and pure". "So she took the initiative? Just because Yan Feng is fair-skinned?"

(End of this chapter)