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

Chapter 229 Tang San's Ambition

"She...she is not qualified enough. I am afraid she is not qualified to go to Sea God Island."

Just afraid?
Seeing Tang San's vague eyes looking towards the night sky, Feng Yan guessed that he hadn't returned to Tiandou City?

Otherwise these guys wouldn't be as leisurely as they are now.

Bai Chenxiang is not much better than Meng Yiran. They are both just initial stage Soul Kings.

But these have little to do with Feng Yan. He just needs to know one thing: "Alas... Xiao Wu and the others are pregnant, so they refuse to come."

"You said I couldn't see anyone, but I was really forced to work hard day and night. That's fine, but I don't have any say at all, and no one listens to me."

As he spoke, Feng Yan spread his hands and glanced at Ning Rongrong vaguely.

Ning Rongrong got angry when she heard that. She rolled her eyes and pulled Bai Chenxiang further away.

As for Tang San, when he heard the news that Xiao Wu was pregnant, his face turned pale and blue.

Judging from what Yan Feng said, it seemed that Xiao Wu was particularly proactive, which made Tang San even more unbearable.

This statement seems like Yanfeng is complaining, but in fact he is indeed complaining.

After all, the man in front of him was so handsome that even Bai Chenxiang didn't dare to look at him too much when she saw this "cousin".

Looking at Ning Rongrong's jealous look, Tang San became even more certain.

“So…is that so?”

The scene of Yan Feng and Xiao Wu in "Day and Night" almost automatically appeared in his mind, especially the scene of Xiao Wu being on top and taking the initiative.

The details are so vivid that one can see it from the fact that Tang San is pale and sweaty, and his whole body is tense, as if he is enduring some kind of torture.

Different people will naturally have different reactions when they hear it.

Dai Mubai looked at Yan Feng with almost envy on his face.

After all, no matter how charming Ma Hongjun is now than most women, he cannot give birth.

The two of them suddenly became sad when they got together. They looked at each other and then closed their eyes without saying a word.

Only normal people Oscar and Jiangzhu were truly happy for Yanfeng.

"Brother Yan, congratulations on the birth of your baby!" Oscar gave his good brother a smile that all men know how to put on.

"Captain, is Sister Lingling really just the beginning?" Jiangzhu also covered her mouth and teased a little.

"Alas... things in this world are actually the opposite." Feng Yan said with a look of pain on his face, "They say that men are true to themselves, but in the end you find out that the ones who are as fierce as wolves and tigers are actually girls."

Ning Rongrong was so angry at this that she immediately said arrogantly, "Come on! How come I am not like what you said? I think it's just you who can't control yourself!"

For a moment, Bai Chenxiang also hid behind Ning Rongrong and nodded secretly, showing his support.

Seeing that Tang San's complexion had recovered a little and he looked like he had found an ally, Feng Yan felt a little sympathetic towards him.

I'm afraid Meng Yiran didn't even look for Tang San. He is still a rookie now. He just thought that he lost his sense of proportion after drinking and did things he shouldn't have done, and was led by Meng Yiran by the nose.

No matter how Feng Yan looked at his head, it was green, like the old green of a porcelain plate.

On the contrary, only Oscar nodded in agreement and sniffed as if he had found someone who understood him.

Jiangzhu's face turned slightly red, but she looked at Ning Rongrong with some pity.

The little witch was very skilled in cultivation and had a keen eye. She immediately noticed Jiangzhu's abnormality and asked persistently, "Sister Jiangzhu, am I wrong?"

"Uh... no." Jiangzhu gave Ning Rongrong a big smile in return, "But Rongrong, you have to hurry up~"

"Humph!" Ning Rongrong was still very proud at this moment, her little face was raised, "I won't let him succeed so easily!"

“Yes, yes…” Feng Yan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard it.

In the past month or so, the beauties in the harem have taken turns to pursue him, and he feels like he is going to be beaten into a mummy. He is really afraid of Ning Rongrong.

"Hey? What do you mean? I'm so beautiful, am I sorry for you or something?"

Having said that, Ning Rongrong stood up and posed in a cool pose.

Not to mention anything else, the cool royal blue culottes, paired with the almost completely transparent high-end stockings, complement the crocodile leather short boots on the feet.

The 'Wind Sword' hanging around her waist was gently grasped by her small hand, and anyone who came would give her a thumbs up and praise her: The Glazed Sword Saint is a natural talent.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful she was, Feng Yan was tired of eating all kinds of delicacies, and almost instantly shifted his gaze to the barbecue on the plate.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

As the saying goes, a fight doesn't mean a breakup, it's just flirting.

Oscar didn't want to eat this dog food at all, and immediately slapped his thigh, "Oh, Brother Yan, I almost forgot."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, and a silver, metallic sword appeared in Oscar's hand.

"I went to Gengxin City, the capital of metal, with Xiaosan before. Xiaosan wanted to forge his hidden weapons, but we wanted to make some self-defense weapons. It was a coincidence that we met the master craftsman Lou Gao."

"Boss Dai made a mountain-splitting axe, Sister Jiangzhu made a soft sword, and Fatty and I think an ordinary long sword will be enough."

It was not surprising for Feng Yan that they would choose physical weapons.

The sword Oscar handed over was in the shape of a wind sword, which could almost be said to be the most common sword type on Douluo Continent.

Firstly, there is the power of role models, not to mention Feng Yan himself, the appeal of Sword Demon Douluo.

Ning Rongrong has become famous in recent years. Her name as the Glazed Sword Saint comes from the sword in her hand, which she uses to fight with one blow after another.

The most important point is that after Feng Yan's skills were spread, the ones who benefited the most were the auxiliary soul masters with little combat power.

They would naturally think that they needed a physical weapon to complement the skills they practiced and achieve the greatest killing effect.

However, some soul masters with beast martial souls do not have strong attack power themselves, so they will also make a choice.

The status of blacksmiths on Douluo Continent has been rising rapidly.

When Oscar handed over the sword, he had a look of doubt on his face. "It's strange, Senior Lou Gao was so excited when he heard that I wanted to make the wind sword."

"He also confiscated our gold soul coins and gave us this sword, saying that it was forged with a thousand-layer pattern. He succeeded. Thank you for him."

"Oh?" Feng Yan took the sword and drew out the leather scabbard. "Oh my god, a thousand-layer Damascus pattern?! Has the quenching process been figured out?"

Looking at the cold two-color pattern on the sword, Feng Yan couldn't help but become excited.

"What is this?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help but squeeze into Feng Yan's arms out of curiosity, and leaned over to take a closer look.

"Can this sword be as beautiful as mine?" As she said that, she also drew out the sky-blue 'Wind Sword' that she had snatched from Feng Yan.

"Looking good is one thing, but this one is made of blue mother essence. It is extremely good after being fed with soul power for many years." Feng Yan was praising but shaking his head.

Then he continued, "I mentioned this craft to the blacksmith in Tiandou City back then, and I didn't expect it to be passed on to Lou Gao. And it actually worked?"

"What does that mean?" Ning Rongrong was still confused.

Feng Yan could only say what she could understand, "What it means is that the craftsmanship of this sword is beyond its time, and its performance is very superior."

As he spoke, his left hand went around Ning Rongrong's beautiful neck, and he used his soul power to flick it lightly. A crisp sword sounded, like a breeze rising into the sky, almost shaking the bonfire out.

For a moment, Ning Rongrong raised an excited smile, "No matter how good a sword is, it must be wielded by a strong person!"

After saying that, she turned around and swung her sword, slashing towards Feng Yan's neck without any hesitation.

With a sideways step on the iron bridge and the Lingbo Weibu technique, Feng Yan dodged Ning Rongrong's seemingly ordinary sword.

"That's a lack of martial ethics!" Although Feng Yan said that, there was no excessive blame on his face.

On the contrary, the Sword Demon was naturally very excited when he welcomed the sword.

The next moment, Ning Rongrong's sword arrived as expected.

In fact, everyone present only understood this moment, because after that, the sapphire blue and sky blue colors rushed up to the sky, like stars coming to the earth, dazzling in the sky.

After everyone was away from the scattered bonfire, Ma Hongjun said stiffly: "Oh my God...they both used thirty-six swords in an instant, and they are still human..."

Dai Mubai and Tang San had the ugliest expressions, while Oscar stared at the two balls of light excitedly.

Only Bai Chenxiang, who had the lowest cultivation level, was confused. "Ma Hongjun, are you kidding me? I only saw one sword."

"It was Jiaojiao!" Ma Hongjun refuted first, then explained, "That's because they drew their swords too quickly. Sister, your cultivation is still shallow, so when you put them together, it only feels like one sword."

Bai Chenxiang obviously didn't believe Ma Hongjun, so she asked Tang San, "Cousin, is that so?"

"Yes……"

But Bai Chenxiang was talking about something irrelevant, and Tang San's face became even worse.

Tang San activated the Purple Demon Pupil and naturally saw clearly when the two men drew their swords.

But they drew their swords too fast, and when Tang San put himself in their shoes, he felt that there was no way he could take on a sword attack of that speed.

What was even more cruel to Tang San was that, in those thirty-six swords just now, Ning Rongrong was attacking and Yan Feng was defending, but the two of them had no moves to speak of, and seemed to be swinging their swords entirely on instinct.

If it were just that, it would already be very scary, but the Nine Swords' sword manual has spread throughout the entire Douluo Continent.

After studying it, Tang San discovered that the sword magic skill that he could not practice back then was actually based on this.

No moves are better than any moves, and the unique skills that can break all kinds of moves are so terrifying.

It was then that Tang San understood that Ning Rongrong had relied on the sword-breaking style in this sophisticated martial art. The power of this style was enough to break all the Tang Sect's hidden weapons that he was so proud of and were invincible in the world.

What made Tang San even more desperate was that the Nine Swords was not something that ordinary people could learn.

Talent is only the foundation for getting started. After that, one needs to study the sixty-four hexagrams in detail and practice sword steps according to the directions.

These alone are enough to stop most of the soul masters.

Tang San has both of these, especially his Ghost Shadow Mirage, which is also derived from this.

Next, the foundation of sword intent also requires a deep understanding and foundation of general sword techniques.

It was at this step that Tang San was powerless.

He couldn't possibly waste time practicing other sword techniques created by the Sword Demon. Even if he really practiced them, it would be difficult to master them quickly.

And this is not the most important thing. Tang San once thought that he was no worse than Ning Rongrong and practiced hard.

The result is that the sword breaks and you get hurt, but the power is far less.

It's not even as good as Ning Rongrong's work in one day.

Only then did Tang San begin to understand a little bit. This was probably the fundamental difference between being taught by the Sword Demon himself and comprehending it on one's own.

The practice of the Nine Swords requires a huge amount of actual combat support in order to condense one's own sword intent.

The method is so elegant and agile that personal understanding is far greater than the method itself. It can be said that the stronger the personal creativity, the more suitable it is.

Ning Rongrong is also known as the little witch. She is this kind of girl with a clever mind and is extremely smart.

The Sword Demon's teachings complement each other and are very suitable.

And who in this world has more combat experience than the Sword Demon?

He didn't even get to the edge of the Qi-breaking Style, which completely blocked Tang San's path to practicing 'Soul-Breaking Wind' and 'Avalokitesvara Magic Eyes', the two most powerful skills of Feng Yan.

'Yan Feng' once said that he didn't understand these two skills at all and was easily fooled by himself.

But Tang San discovered that Yan Feng and Ning Rongrong were both using this unique skill at the same time.

However, they not only used these two unique skills, but also multiple mental methods, various physical techniques, and the powerful sword intent they comprehended in the attack.

This level of power almost drove Tang San crazy.

He has always believed in the wisdom of his predecessors, and dared not make any changes to the Tang Sect's unique skills for fear of profaning them.

Faced with these two people who were noisy and disregarding all rules and etiquette and doing whatever they wanted, Tang San was shocked to find that the people he once looked down upon were now crushing him in all aspects.

"So, cousin Yan Feng is so strong? Should we say he is worthy of being the son of Uncle Sword Demon?"

Bai Chenxiang glanced at Ma Hongjun and said, "It seems that they are more than just similar in appearance. Ma Hongjun, you said that your cousin only has five rings!"

It was common knowledge throughout the continent that Ning Rongrong killed a Soul Douluo when she was at the seventh ring level, so Bai Chenxiang naturally still judged her cultivation level by her soul rings.

But Ma Hongjun was different, "Damn, I mean he only has five rings, but can his five rings be an ordinary soul king like you, sister Chenxiang?"

"His fifth soul ring is a hundred thousand years old! How can it be good if it is stuck at level sixty for a ten thousandth of a second!"

Ma Hongjun's expression was extremely exaggerated. "He killed a seven-ringed Soul Saint in seconds during the elite competition. Although he was restrained, in the last battle he defeated the ridiculously powerful six-ringed Soul Emperor with only four rings. Isn't it normal for him to have such strength?"

"Ah?" Bai Chenxiang was also shocked.

"Who told you not to explain clearly?" Oscar said with a smile, "Let's go quickly, Brother Yan and Rongrong are running further and further away, don't let them leave you behind."

After saying that, Oscar took the lead in taking Jiangzhu by the hand, and disappeared in front of the crowd with a few leaps.

"Hey, Xiao Ao, you sneaked away!"

Ma Hongjun hurriedly pulled Dai Mubai along, and gave chase as Dai Mubai's facial features revealed a hint of anger.

Bai Chenxiang was also possessed by the Spine-tailed Swift for a while. As a spirit master of the agility attack type, he also practiced the Divine Steps and advanced at a very fast speed with the help of the inner force of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

At this time, Tang San, who was still in the original place, gritted his teeth. He almost mobilized all the spirit power in his body to barely keep up.

After all, he spent much time recuperating after leaving the City of Slaughter, and didn't have much time during the year in Yuexuan, so he had only a short time to practice the skills that Feng Yan had spread.

Most of his time was spent on trying one by one. His cultivation, especially his speed, was the weakest except for Dai Mubai.

Therefore, Tang San, the time traveler who thought he was extremely talented, turned out to be the weakest one.

Ever since he was praised by Zhao Wuji and was the first to break through level 30, Tang San has never felt so weak.

It was as if the awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor, the improvement of the Clear Sky Hammer's skills, and the killing in the City of Slaughter were all meaningless.

During the pursuit, Tang San roared and snarled, "Impossible! I will definitely catch up with you!"

(End of this chapter)