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

Chapter 231: Ning Rongrong Enters the Unity of Heaven and Man
When the aftermath of the battle subsided, Oscar and others finally reached the top of the hill.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, from afar, you can see a giant wolf with green fur.

Ning Rongrong's body is petite, only twice as tall as the nose of this Wind Wolf.

"A Swift Wind Demon Wolf with at least fifty thousand years of cultivation..." Tang San's voice was hoarse. He recognized the Swift Wind Demon Wolf's cultivation.

But the sword intent was so powerful that Ning Rongrong pierced through the forehead of the Wind Wolf with one sword and nailed it to the ground.

Feng Yan walked out from behind the Wind Demon Wolf with a sword in hand, having already cut off the Wind Demon Wolf's retreat.

But just as the two were about to take action to completely wipe out the Wind Demon Wolf, golden-patterned Blue Silver Emperors spread out around Tang San's body.

His eyes were filled with excitement. "Brother Yan, Rongrong! According to the teacher's theory, this 50,000-year-old Swift Wind Demon Wolf is just right for me. Can you let me hunt this Swift Wind Demon Wolf as my seventh soul ring?"

Feng Yan frowned and glanced back at Tang San, "Are you sure?"

This guy didn't seem to be discussing, but more like notifying, because the Blue Silver Emperor had already spread to the body of the Wind Wolf, which had no ability to resist.

Even if Feng Yan refused, Tang San could kill it in advance.

"You are only level 69 now, right? Not yet level 70. How do you absorb the spirit ring?"

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows and told Ning Rongrong to look at Tang San strangely.

Oscar was very impolite. He pointed at Feng Yan and put his hand on Tang San's forehead. "Xiao San, now there are better ways to obtain spirit rings. You don't have a fever, do you?"

Even Bai Chenxiang, she looked at the Blue Silver Emperor with a head full of questions, "Cousin, this Swift Wind Demon Wolf is not suitable for you, right?"

Tang San had learned etiquette quite well. He calmly and with a smile on his face pulled Oscar's hand away.

"Brother Yan, most of the Wind Wolf's innate skills are bloodthirsty and violent. You should understand that he is very suitable for me."

"Not suitable." Feng Yan didn't give any face at all.

It’s not that Feng Yan wanted to remind Tang San of anything, but Tang San’s heart was beating violently under the gentle appearance of the Blue Silver Emperor.

Of course he knew that Tang San was referring to the experience in the City of Slaughter and the existence of the God of Slaughter domain.

But for a martial arts fanatic like him to lie and say that Blue Silver Grass is suitable for this thing is really damaging to his Taoist integrity.

Tang San's face naturally froze, but the Wind Wolf, which had lost its ability to resist, became excited instead.

However, Feng Yan turned around and gave him a look that immediately frightened him so much that he dared not move.

"But it's up to you. I respect your fate." Feng Yan spread his hands.

Of course he would put aside the plot of helping Tang San to avoid being moved.

After all, if he went to the Sea God Island, Tang San might be able to obtain the Seventh Ring of 100,000 Years. Even if he used Feng Yan's method, Tang San might be able to get more.

But Tang San is now eager to indulge in bloodlust and frenzy, so Feng Yan is naturally happy about it.

Regardless of whether Tang San nodded in gratitude to him or not, Feng Yan took Ning Rongrong's little hand and walked away from this bloody place.

After the two left, Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor immediately parasitized the entire Wind Demon Wolf, so that the green fur could not be seen.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, urgency and eagerness appeared in Tang San's eyes, along with a flash of red light.

The Blue Silver Emperor's devouring ability was activated.

The originally hateful Wind Demon Wolf was now only able to whimper and wail, its body gradually shrivelling up as Tang San devoured it.

In contrast, Tang San's momentum suddenly swelled, gradually moving towards level 70.

"This..." Bai Chenxiang, who was originally standing beside Tang San, curious about what he was going to do, immediately stepped back.

The original gentleness of the Blue Silver Emperor is still there, but it has been enhanced with countless cruelties.

Coupled with the faint murderous intent that Tang San couldn't help but exude, this cousin now only makes Bai Chenxiang feel scared.

She just felt that Tang San was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, a ghost who would not strike but hide deliberately, waiting for his prey to bite.

The 100,000-year fifth skill released by Tang San and Feng Yan gave people a completely opposite feeling.

The storm under the blood moon looked violent and evil no matter how you looked at it, but Yan Feng remained the same.

His temperament seemed to have never changed, relaxed and harmless.

When that kind of power was exerted by Yan Feng, it looked like a wild horse that had been completely subdued by him, and was just a powerful tool used by him.

When the Wind Demon Wolf gradually became silent, a circle of pitch-black soul ring appeared on the shriveled wolf corpse.

Oscar, who had a solemn expression on his face, was suddenly shocked, and he and Ma Hongjun took a few steps forward in surprise.

"Soul bone?"

Ma Hongjun's exclamation made Tang San's heart tighten.

Of course he also discovered this, and the vines of the Blue Silver Emperor had already entangled the left leg bone of the fifty thousand year old Wind Demon Wolf earlier.

After all, the attraction of spirit bones is too tempting. If Tang San wants to absorb spirit rings, then he naturally wants spirit bones as well.

But he never expected that Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who practiced the Sword Demon technique, had such outrageous mental power that they discovered this in advance.

Oscar looked at the nose and the heart, and understood the meaning of Tang San's silence.

“Xiao San, let Brother Yan and Rongrong decide who the soul bone belongs to. After all, without them, this Wind Wolf will most likely run away.”

Oscar's move was to let the two strongest men intimidate the entire audience.

No matter whether it is Tang San, Dai Mu, Bai Ma or Hong Jun, as long as they are soul masters related to the strong attack system, they have a good compatibility with this soul bone.

It is not impossible for these to fight.

But all of them combined were not enough to prepare a dish for Ning Rongrong. This was enough for them to think calmly about whether they should let the 90th-level Quasi-Title Douluo, Her Majesty the Glazed Sword Saint, vent his anger and test the sharpness of her sword.

Secondly, Yan Feng and Tang San are cousins, and their blood relationship is witnessed by Bai Chenxiang, which gives Tang San a way out.

This will also avoid unnecessary internal friction.

Tang San nodded as expected, "Okay."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged and pulled the black soul ring into his body.

...

Feng Yan, who was far away, was holding Ning Rongrong, who had fallen asleep, in his arms, and was watching the farce caused by Tang San with boredom.

Ning Rongrong was in a very bad state. She was mentally unstable and it was not easy for her to come out of it even if she vented.

But she is different from Feng Yan back then.

In the past, the only person you could rely on was yourself. You had to hone your body and mind through endless hard training. After a long time, you finally got out of it.

Ning Rongrong was wealthy at this moment, with Feng Yan as her support, but she inevitably fell into the arms of love and subconsciously chose not to think about the problem for the time being.

As the saying goes, escaping is shameful, but useful.

In addition, Ning Rongrong was young and fell asleep immediately.

However, this may not be a bad thing for practitioners.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the mental power. To put it bluntly, you are so energetic that you don’t even want to sleep.

It is normal to go without sleep for more than ten or twenty years when one's cultivation level exceeds 95.

But this matter itself is abnormal.

Scientifically speaking, sleep can eliminate fatigue, protect the brain, delay aging and so on.

From a metaphysical perspective...that is, from the perspective of spiritual practice, sleep may even be a method of spiritual practice.

Even though Ning Rongrong had a frown on her face and sword energy emanating from her body after she fell asleep due to her powerful cultivation, this bad condition was slowly dissipating.

The most direct manifestation is that her spiritual sea is gradually becoming stable, and her body is also self-healing some problems that are not easy to detect. …

Nothing happened that night. In the early morning of the next day, Tang San had not finished yet, but Ning Rongrong opened her eyes.

She looked straight at Feng Yan, and her little mouth gradually pouted.

"I wanted to..."

"What do you want to do?" Feng Yan felt his whole body tense up. "I'm warning you, I'm a gentleman!"

As the saying goes, it's no use bringing up something that's not relevant to the topic. Ning Rongrong became even angrier and pinched Feng Yan's cheek.

"Humph! I think you just dislike me for not taking a shower! You are worse than an animal!"

"Hey! If you say so, it's really like that!"

"what?"

Feng Yan is no longer the ignorant guy he used to be. He understands that Ning Rongrong is blaming him because she was clearly not on guard and he did nothing.

According to Feng Yan's experience, women are like this. If they really want to be beasts, they will still have ten thousand reasons to gain the upper hand.

The invincible Sword Demon didn't want to lose even in such a matter, so he naturally wouldn't fall into Ning Rongrong's trap.

After another round of fighting, Ning Rongrong leaned on Feng Yan's chest, looked at the rising sun and said with emotion: "Heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs... Maybe I understand it more deeply."

"You say, should I be a cultivator who lets nature take its course?"

Looking at the confusion in Ning Rongrong's eyes, Feng Yan smiled slowly, "The way of man is to take from those who are deficient in order to give to those who are more than sufficient."

"A cultivator is a human being, a part of nature, but not nature itself."

"If we just let things take their own course and follow the will of heaven, then why would we need to understand reason and practice?"

Feng Yan understood that Ning Rongrong went from one extreme to another.

She felt helpless about the slaughter of her own kind, so she thought of it as a way of balance between heaven and earth.

"The original purpose of a cultivator is to seize the fortune of heaven and earth, and to bring all kinds of great power into their own bodies. From the results, it seems that all roads lead to the end. Just like the Wolf Bandit, just like Tang San."

Ning Rongrong understood what she heard, but she was not convinced, "You are the same, aren't you? That Bei Ming Divine Art is so powerful~"

"There is a fish in the North Sea. It originally means the combination of yin and yang. The object of cultivation is still the words 'life and nature'. However, the effect of this technique is to absorb the external soul power faster to nourish the body."

"The ability to absorb other people's soul power for one's own use is just a side effect."

Feng Yan of course held on to the foundation of "life" cultivation.

"You always have a point. You make it sound as if you were the one who created those techniques."

Ning Rongrong's intuition was still strong, but she snuggled a little closer.

"I understand the balance of yin and yang. Killing is natural, so it's natural for me to kill the Wolf Bandits and the Wind Wolf."

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong smiled wickedly, "Next time I see Feng Xiaotian, it's only natural that I beat him till he's left with a broken tooth."

"Uh...as long as you're happy."

There was no mood to mourn for Feng Xiaotian. After Ning Rongrong understood what was going on, Feng Yan realized that he was in a state of enlightenment.

Her body seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, with birds singing in the empty mountains and the morning glow shining brightly.

That is the state of harmony between man and nature.

In addition to Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong also achieved such a realm, so Feng Yan was naturally happy.

He was so happy that he also entered this state.

The two of them snuggled together like this, their mental strength and sword intent combined, and their touch both reached an extremely harmonious state.

Common name: divine communication.

The two of them felt comfortable, and Tang San, who was absorbing the spirit ring, was not aware of the outside world.

On the contrary, Tang San was extremely nervous even when he was absorbing the spirit ring. Countless blue silver grasses spread around him, covering a very wide area.

He was on guard against a sneak attack from his companions.

As luck would have it, Tang San happened to witness Ning Rongrong entering the realm of unity between man and nature.

For a moment, an indescribable feeling of jealousy arose in Tang San's heart, and then spread endlessly.

In addition, the bloodthirsty and violent soul attack of the Wind Wolf was constantly rampaging in his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

For a moment, Tang San felt a little regretful.

After all, with Yan Feng's method, only the blood of a soul beast is needed to condense a soul ring.

This method does not require facing the soul shock condensed in the soul ring after the death of a ten thousand year soul beast.

But it's too late to regret. Being self-righteous always comes at a price.

No matter how gentle the Blue Silver Emperor was, it was difficult to conceal Tang San's devil-like face and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his body.

The blood energy emanating from his body rushed up into the sky, almost blocking out the sun in the sky.

If it weren't for the suppression of two even more powerful auras in the distance, I'm afraid this aura would be even more terrifying.

By this time, Oscar and his companions had already moved away from where Tang San was and went to the village to collect the bodies of the villagers.

But even in a village with such a strong smell of blood, it was still difficult to compare with the aura emitted by Tang San.

"Cousin, is he going to be possessed by a demon?" Bai Chenxiang was shocked but also worried.

“No.” Ma Hongjun snapped his fingers, and the dark red Phoenix Evil Fire, under his deliberate control, ignited the piled corpses.

"Even if he is really possessed by a demon, Tang San cannot beat the other two. Sister Chenxiang, don't worry. He and I have never been able to defeat Rongrong before, and the gap will only be bigger now."

However, Bai Chenxiang still didn't quite understand the gap, "No way? My cousin has a martial soul body after breaking through to Soul Saint. You two are also very powerful. You should be able to compete with each other together, right?"

Oscar was in a trance when he talked about this. "Chenxiang, at the Sword Demon's wedding banquet, your sister Rongrong single-handedly challenged three Spirit Hall Super Douluos. I'm afraid we don't know how to rank them in the new issue of Feng Ping."

Dai Mubai nodded, agreeing deeply, "Indeed, Rongrong hasn't obtained the ninth spirit ring yet, so he doesn't have a title yet, and can't enter the Douluo Ranking..."

"I think Rongrong will improve again this time. After she obtains the ninth spirit ring, she will probably be level ninety-seven or ninety-eight, right?"

As she spoke, Ma Hongjun lifted her red skirt coquettishly, revealing her feet painted with red nail polish, and threw herself into Dai Mubai's arms.

"But Tang San is too unkind. He makes us brothers and sisters fight with him for spirit bones."

"Who calls me your sister!" Seeing this, Bai Chenxiang jumped behind Jiangzhu.

"That's what I said, but you're so disgusting, Fatty!" Oscar's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound.

"You'd better pray that Brother Yan doesn't see you in this state, or you'll get beaten again."

Ma Hongjun waved his hands and struck a more charming pose, "Impossible! He is definitely having an affair with Rongrong. I have already calculated it!"

"Then I'll wait for Brother Yan to come back and tell him!"

"Oscar! How can you be as vicious as Tang San!"

"Fatty! Who are you scolding?"

"I'm scolding you! Uncle Sausage!"

"I'm going? You want to fight?"

"Just hit us!"

(End of this chapter)