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

Chapter 215: Meng Yiran jumps up and gets a ten-year spirit ring

"Little sister~ How old are you this year~"

Liu Erlong squatted in front of Feng Yu. The female Tyrannosaurus had a big smile on her face. If you ignore her gender, she would look like a pervert.

Fengyu held a slice of watermelon and raised five fingers in a daze.

Then the five fingers shrank to two, "Seven years old?..."

She was a little unsure. After staring at her fingers and breathing in and out in a daze, she gently tilted her head, squinted her eyes, and a big smile appeared on her little face.

Then she stretched out a third finger and said in a baby voice, "Eight years old!"

However, Liu Erlong did not move, and of course, Feng Yan was also being watched closely at the side.

“…Auntie, what’s wrong with you?” Feng Yu saw that Liu Erlong didn’t move, and her little head tilted even more.

"Dean Erlong?" Xiao Wu thought her daughter had done something bad again.

Unexpectedly, Liu Erlong fell backwards after a light tap on her shoulder.

"Eh~" Xiao Wu quickly hid behind her daughter, having no idea what was going on.

The fallen Liu Erlong was extremely peaceful, with two lines of tears flowing down her cheeks, and she kept muttering, "So cute..."

Feng Yan, who was hiding under the mask, also sniffed and never took his eyes off his daughter.

As for the side beside him, two faint and slightly resentful sounds of eating melons fell into Feng Yan's ears.

Flanders, who was not far away, was startled and hurriedly tried to help Liu Erlong up, "Erlong is so cute! Hurry up and save him!"

However, he didn't expect that before he could get close to the mother Tyrannosaurus, he was blown away by Zhao Wuji who came hurriedly.

"Holy shit! Really you little monsters?!"

Zhao Wuji soon saw Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing beside her again, "You must be Rongrong and Zhuqing, right? I haven't seen you for five years. You have grown up and become more beautiful."

"Xiao Wu? Your daughter is this big now? Hiss... No wonder Dean Erlong is like this."

"Tang San, right? Did you have plastic surgery?"

Zhao Wuji greeted everyone one by one, and finally set his eyes on Feng Yan who was wrapped tightly, "Who are you, kid?"

It was not until now that Zhao Wuji’s puzzled reaction made Feng Yan raise the corner of his mouth.

A Dan Shi shot out and landed in front of Zhao Wuji, making his hair stand on end, "Dan Shi! Yan Feng?!"

"Ah?" Liu Erlong stood up and brought Flanders closer. The three of them began to observe carefully together.

"I can't tell. How come it doesn't look like it under mental projection?" Flanders pinched his chin and shook his head, totally confused.

At this time, Dai Mubai also expressed his doubts, "No, Dean Flanders, Teacher Zhao, Tang San has also changed a lot, how did you recognize him?"

"Mu Bai, what level are you?" Zhao Wuji turned around and squinted at him.

"Level 68...right?" Dai Mubai said with a guilty conscience.

Flanders turned his head with a twitching mouth, "Mu Bai, don't tell others that you are a student of Shrek Academy when you go out. It's embarrassing!"

"No, Dean, I'm a level 68 strong attack-type combat soul emperor. How could I embarrass you?" Dai Mubai was extremely dissatisfied, and an explosive aura appeared around him.

Zhao Wuji didn't give Dai Mubai any face at all, "Don't be silly, it's been more than three years since the Sword Demon Technique was announced. Even if you can't practice as early as Hong Jun, you are only level 68. Aren't you too useless?"

"No, why should I practice the Sword Demon Technique? How many soul masters on the continent have been paralyzed or even died because of it?"

"Being too ambitious is not a good thing." This time, Liu Erlong also shook her head in disappointment.

"Unique skills like Dan Shi are indeed terrifying. Countless masters have died in them, and there are also many who have practiced the Wind Shattering Soul skill and will never be able to stand up again in their lifetime."

"But the Fengjian Sect has already explained all the techniques. If you find one that suits you, you will be able to make rapid progress. Who can you blame for your greed and your own death?"

"Mubai." Flanders stepped forward and patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder. "The teachers know that you are ambitious, but how can you be so stupid? Do you know why you are the only one confused about Tang San's identity?"

“…Why?” Although Dai Mubai was still indignant, he didn’t know how to refute.

Flanders looked at Dai Mubai strangely, then clapped his hands, "Come on, little monsters, tell me your level so that this kid can open his eyes."

The people present looked at each other in bewilderment, but Oscar was the first to raise his hand and said without hesitation: "I'm level 76, Boss Dai."

"Huh?" Dai Mubai looked at Oscar in disbelief.

Although he was mentally prepared, after all, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were already famous Soul Saints throughout the continent.

But Oscar's level still exceeded Dai Mubai's expectations.

Before Dai Mubai could react, Xiao Wu also said: "I, Rongrong Zhuqing are both level 80, currently at level 7."

"Hiss... I, Old Zhao, have heard about Rongrong and Zhuqing's deeds, but I never expected..."

At this time, Zhao Wuji had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and was just sighing.

"Temporary seven rings? Xiao Wu, you haven't found a suitable spirit ring?" Tang San looked over with a smile.

"That's about right." Seeing Meng Yiran's smug expressions behind Tang San turn into astonishment, Xiao Wu really wanted to laugh.

So she made a big move, "I'm fine. I don't have much time to practice with Xiaoyu. Rongrong and Zhuqing have about level 94 or 95 soul power reserves, right?"

"Probably. Although I don't want to go home, I can have a soul battle with Grandpa Jian when I have time to test my skills. I don't dare to touch Jue Gui from the Spirit Hall. It's meaningless. But how come Hu Liena's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds?"

Originally, Ning Rongrong was just evaluating the cultivation level, but as she was evaluating, she turned her attention to Feng.

When Feng Yan felt cold behind his back because of what he was looking at, Meng Yiran started talking about his own shallow knowledge again.

"Isn't this possible?"

However, Zhao Wuji never gave her this opportunity.

"Oh my goodness, when I heard that you guys had such a heavy aura, I thought there was something wrong with your mental perception. I didn't expect that you should all call yourself Your Majesty?"

"No, Mr. Zhao, are you mistaken?" Meng Yiran looked at Tang San, "Xiao San, what is your level?"

"Level 69." Tang San smiled very reluctantly, then he glanced at Feng Yan embarrassedly, "I borrowed the Sword Demon's skills, it was really a fluke."

It was obvious that he no longer wanted Meng Yiran to speak.

But the problem is that Tang San can't stop him at all, "Look, a genius like Xiao San is only level 69, how dare you brag like that?"

Once a person is too weak, what he says will be ignored.

Although no one paid any attention to her, Zhao Wuji still noticed something strange.

"Yan Feng, don't you usually like to express your opinions? Why are you silent this time?"

What are you talking about!

Being closely watched by his three wives and having to keep a low profile, Feng Yan now just wants to hold his precious daughter away from trouble.

"Haha...what can I say?"

"Are you really Yan Feng?" Meng Yiran didn't know if it was intentional or not, and raised his voice a lot, "Then tell me what level you are."

"Level 60."

"I'll tell you!" Meng Yiran immediately glared at Xiao Wu and shouted, "Xiao Wu, stop bragging. I admit that you may have the strength of a Soul Sage, but there's no need to brag about being a Titled Douluo, right?"

Tang San was already thinking about finding a crack in the ground to crawl into, but Dai Mubai thought the same thing.

"Yan Feng, I know your strength, but you have wasted too much time these years, right?" Dai Mubai said, looking at Tang San again, "Xiao San, you and I know each other's strengths very well. Do you think we can defeat him if we join forces now?"

You said to join forces, how dare you ask this? Tang San felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. After all, he had basically been with his cousin for the past five years.

Even after walking out of the City of Slaughter a year ago, Yan Feng did not obtain the fifth soul ring.

Now he suddenly became a level 60 Quasi-Soul Emperor. It was really hard for Tang San to predict. Even when he beat Ma Hongjun just now, it was completely invisible how powerful he was.

But after walking out of the Slaughter City, Tang San knew very well that Yan Feng was much more capable than himself, and his level could not explain his strength at all.

What's even more terrifying is that although he has obtained the domain of the God of Killing, his current aura does not show that he has experienced such a lot of killing.

Not to mention that he did not accept Yuexuan's etiquette and self-cultivation at all.

Even now, Tang San can still recall Tang Yuehua's words: You are too powerful, your thoughts are already clear, and it is meaningless to learn etiquette.

"Maybe." Tang San said angrily, "I recently went back to the sect and gained something, which led to my current achievements."

"Brother Yan, how is aunt these days?" Only then did Tang San ask about Tang Yuehua.

"It's okay." Feng Yan briefly recalled Tang Yuehua's weak appearance when his second son was born.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing finally asked worriedly, "Is it still not working?"

Of course, what she was asking about was the imprint of divine power on Feng Yan's heart. Feng Yan had nothing to say and just shook his head.

Ning Rongrong, who was confused, also asked: "What's wrong with you? Your spiritual power seems to be stronger than ours, but you can't find a suitable spirit ring?"

"Spirit rings are nothing." Feng Yan curled his lips, "If you want, I can give you two hundred thousand year spirit skills now."

"What's the matter?"

While Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded, Xiao Wu beside her suddenly started breathing rapidly.

Qiuqiu, who had disappeared somewhere unknown, jumped onto Fengyan's shoulder and looked at him in disbelief.

After Xiao Wu fully realized the key to the matter, her eyes immediately turned red, "You did it?!"

"Yes."

Feng Yan thought of Tang Yuehua again at this time and didn't dare to say anything more.

The ability to create soul rings is of huge importance to the soul beast clan.

When Xiao Wu's eyes became blurred, she finally couldn't help but throw herself into Feng Yan's arms.

"I thought... I thought you were just forced by Xiaoyu's existence, and you had no feelings for me at all... So, do you really care about me?"

Xiao Wu sobbed, and was immersed in an indescribable state of emotion.

The emotions were so intense that even the jealous Ning Rongrong did not disturb them.

The reason why she and Zhu Zhuqing were able to go to the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest was because Xiao Wu told them their identities.

Even if the cause was just because the girls made an appointment to take a hot spring bath and Xiao Wu forgot to put up the invisibility talisman.

So they could all understand why Xiao Wu was crying.

Although others did not understand the cause and effect relationship here, they secretly blessed him in their hearts.

Except Meng Yiran, and Tang San.

Not to mention that Tang San felt more and more uncomfortable the more he looked at her, his eyes would always be vaguely looking towards Feng Yu.

As for Meng Yiran, she didn't believe it again, "The hundred thousand year spirit rings have all appeared, you might as well just break through to level 100 right here."

"How about I make one for you? You are a level 50 quasi-Soul King, right?"

Feng Yan is annoyed. Why is it that someone always forces him to act cool? Is it impossible for him to be low-key?
"How did you know?" Meng Yiran still couldn't figure out how powerful high-level soul masters were.

Even in her eyes, 'Yan Feng' was just a quasi-Soul Emperor, ten levels higher than her.

Therefore, Meng Yiran still disdains and says with great contempt: "If you can create a ten-year spirit ring, I will recognize you."

As she spoke she summoned the snake staff, and four yellow and purple spirit rings floated around her.

"No! Do you know how important the fifth spirit ring is to a spirit master?" Tang San shouted immediately.

However, good words could not persuade the damned ghost, Meng Yiran was still disdainful, "Oh, Xiao San, you can rest assured, he can create spirit rings, I will eat the snake staff on the spot!"

Meng Yiran said as he swaggered and sat down in front of Feng Yan. "Yan Feng, if you admit in front of everyone that you are bragging, I won't make it difficult for you. We are all classmates, there is no need to make things so tense."

"No, is she usually so arrogant?" Feng Yan looked at Flanders in disbelief.

Flanders shrugged, obviously having some unspeakable secret that he was unwilling to say.

"Everyone heard it. She said it herself. She only needs a ten-year spirit ring." Feng Yan looked at the onlookers.

"Yan Feng, just try it. I, Old Zhao, will testify for you." Zhao Wuji also seemed to dislike Meng Yiran.

Xiao Wu simply left Feng Yan's embrace, wiped her tears, and said, "Don't regret it."

"Regret? Why don't you show it to me?" Meng Yiran then sneered and looked at the others, "Does he think he is a god? He even created spirit rings? Isn't this a joke?"

Feng Yan was not at all tolerant. As soon as Meng Yiran finished speaking, he had already completed the preparations to communicate the rules of heaven and earth.

A sky-blue light flashed, and he picked up a blue silver grass from the side of the road, transformed it into a white ball, and shot it into Meng Yiran's forehead.

The ten-year soul ring was too weak. With Meng Yiran's strength as a Soul King, she had almost no reaction, and a circle of white soul rings appeared on her snake staff.

Even if Tang San wanted to stop him, it was too late. Meng Yiran completed the absorption of the ten-year soul ring in almost an instant.

"Eh?"

Meng Yiran, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, stared blankly at the ten-year soul ring, completely dumbfounded.

Looking at everyone looking at him in surprise, Feng Yan shrugged.

"I have never seen such a request in my life. Don't even pretend to bring a ten-year spirit ring. What if you say a hundred thousand-year spirit ring?"

"No, can you really do it? How did you do it?" Ning Rongrong, who was the first to react, immediately grabbed Feng Yan's shoulders and shook him.

Xiao Wu looked at Feng Yan and she started crying again.

Qiuqiu, who had come to her shoulder at some point, had eyes full of surprise and enthusiasm.

"Ah! Yan Feng! You hurt me!"

Meng Yiran finally came to her senses and screamed, picked up the snake staff and smashed it on Feng Yan's head.

Meng Yiran knew that she was useless and her life was ruined, so she went crazy.

Seeing this, Feng Yan showed no mercy.

Yellow, white, black and red, five soul rings appeared at the same time. The pale color of the God of Death's domain swept across the army, and together with the powerful mental power, it pressed down on Meng Yiran.

In just a moment, Meng Yiran felt like she was pressed to the ground by a huge hand, and within a breath she completely lost consciousness.

Except for Meng Yiran who was deliberately targeted, most people just thought that Yan Feng's strength was terrifyingly strong.

"This is impossible..." Dai Mubai blurted out as he felt the power.

Zhao Wuji came to Dai Mubai's side at some point and patted him on the shoulder.

"Do you understand now, kid? You are too weak. As long as you have the cultivation of Soul Saint, your mental power will be cultivated to a certain level."

"With this level of cultivation, how could you not recognize Tang San, and how could you not understand how powerful they are?"

(End of this chapter)