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

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's face turned red. She never expected to meet a teacher like her.

"Teacher, you just got married, why are you here at Poseidon Island..."

Although this was a personal question, Ning Rongrong couldn't help being curious, and her little eyes kept rolling around.

After all, after the battle of Poseidon Island, news came out that Poseidon Douluo, who was ranked second in "Feng Ping", was a great beauty.

And it doesn't seem like Sword Demon Douluo has anything important to do, so he has to come to Poseidon Island.

This question really confused Feng Yan. Looking at Ning Rongrong's gossipy expression, he knew what this little witch was thinking.

The point is, the content of her gossip is true, which is outrageous.

The refreshing moist air was intoxicating, but Feng Yan was very embarrassed at this moment. Fortunately, a slightly surprised voice came from the forest ahead.

"Who is it?" With a low shout, seven or eight figures suddenly jumped out from the woods and blocked everyone's way.

These people have different appearances. The oldest is about forty years old, and the younger ones are in their early twenties.

There were eight people in total, lined up in a row, blocking everyone in front of the woods.

The middle-aged man in the lead did not expect Feng Yan to be here. He saluted Feng Yan rather stiffly and said, "Your Majesty the Sword Demon, do you know these land soul masters?"

This time, everyone looked at Feng Yan with strange and teasing expressions, as if they had discovered something extraordinary.

Feng Yan suddenly realized that he shouldn't have played like this. Now, his reputation was ruined.

"Hehe! They are my descendants." Feng Yan explained with gritted teeth.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong's curiosity shifted. She looked at the middle-aged man with interest, "No, your realm is not high, how can you tell that we are land spirit masters?"

After hearing Feng Yan's explanation, the middle-aged man was not so cold anymore.

"Of course you can't feel it, but we sea soul masters can see it. Girl, although you are the juniors of His Majesty the Sword Demon, you are not as powerful as His Majesty the Sword Demon. Leave here quickly."

Tang San frowned slightly, walked forward with a pale face and said: "Can't Seagod Island be joined by passing the test? Why do you keep people away?"

Then he bowed to Feng Yan alone, "Uncle, please forgive me for not paying my respects to you. How is Aunt recently?"

Feng Yan could tell at a glance that Tang San was seriously injured, and the person who beat Tang San used his physical strength to do so, and there was no breath left.

But Tang San was obviously seriously injured, and he was clearly pointing fingers at himself, so Feng Yan didn't give him a good look.

"Who are you?" Feng Yan pretended not to know Tang San.

Tang San's expression froze, and became even uglier. "Junior Tang San, my aunt is Tang Yuehua..."

"Are you Tang Hao's son?" Feng Yan didn't even look at Tang San, "Yuehua is doing well in my sect, and the second child is three months old. I hope the second baby is a girl~"

After hearing this, Tang San's expression became even uglier, and he looked shaky, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Hey~ Teacher, Master Tang Xuan presided over your wedding, but you still won it. That's awesome!" Ning Rongrong looked extremely excited and gave Feng Yan a thumbs up.

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong approached Feng Yan slyly and asked, "Yan Feng is not angry, right?"

She could obviously transmit the message via voice, but she insisted on saying it out loud. She was so sneaky and did it on purpose.

Feng Yan certainly knew what Ning Rongrong meant. On the surface, 'Yan Feng' was his and Tang Yuehua's son, and Tang Yuehua, as Feng Yan's woman, was willing to host a wedding between her man and another woman.

And in front of the vast majority of forces in the entire Douluo Continent.

For someone like Tang San, who values ​​appearance more than substance, this is undoubtedly a slap in the face of the Haotian Sect.

What's more, the appearance of the Sword Demon on Poseidon Island clearly had something to do with that Poseidon Douluo.

Tang San was just speaking up for Tang Yuehua, which was a disguised way of saving the reputation of the Haotian Sect.

However, Feng Yan didn't care at all and told him directly that Tang Yuehua was willing and was even pregnant again.

To hit the Haotian Sect in the face would be to hit Tang San hard, which was why Tang San almost vomited blood.

Tang San seemed to care about this and that, but in fact he only cared about whether he would be affected by it.

Feng Yan didn’t care what he thought at all. What was more important was that Ning Rongrong’s question was very heartbreaking.

Is Yan Feng angry?
"I'm not angry..." Feng Yan almost blurted out.

"Ah?" Ning Rongrong obviously didn't expect Feng Yan to answer like that. She rolled her eyes and asked hurriedly, "By the way, where is Yan Feng?"

You just remembered to ask now!
Feng Yan felt that Ning Rongrong didn't care about him at all, so he just said three words, "He's fine."

As the saying goes, father and son are enemies. Ning Rongrong understands this feeling deeply, so it is not difficult for her to understand her teacher's cold face.

"I knew he couldn't die..."

Just when Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly and was about to act coquettishly and cutely to get away with it, the man from Poseidon Island spoke again.

"Your Majesty the Sword Demon, you have some understanding of Seagod Island. Land spirit masters also want to pass the test to join our Seagod Island. This is simply impossible. The test that Lord Seagod gives to land spirit masters is not something you can pass."

"They are all young children, your juniors, and they shouldn't die here."

After saluting Feng Yan, the middle-aged man looked at Ning Rongrong again, "It's good for young people to be courageous, but if they are just reckless, they will ruin their lives."

"Is it difficult?" Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, expressing disdain for the test from the old man Poseidon.

"Go take the test. If you can't pass it, don't come back to Douluo Continent. I can't afford to lose this person!"

After saying that, Feng Yan walked away in the wind, or rather, fled in panic.

He didn't want to be questioned by Ning Rongrong anymore.

"Okay, teacher! Wait until I've had enough fun... No! Once I pass the test on Poseidon Island, I'll challenge His Majesty the Poseidon!"

Ning Rongrong was full of energy, jumping and waving at Feng Yan.

Finally, she added: "And you!"

After hearing what Ning Rongrong said, Feng Yan was so scared that he almost fell from the air.

Although Ning Rongrong did not obtain the ninth soul ring, her hard power has stabilized at a fairly strong level.

If we must use levels to quantify her strength, it is close to the level of a peak Douluo at level ninety-eight, and the only difference is the overall soul power.

If the castrated version of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Yu Xiaoqiang from that year met the current Ning Rongrong, he would probably be killed at the first sight.

Of course, this is a soul master who focuses on defense. Under the magic eye of Guanzizai, he ignores the absolute disadvantage of defense.

In comparison, Feng Yan's current peak soul power level is only close to that of a level 70 Soul Saint. If he were challenged by Ning Rongrong, the invincible Sword Demon would probably be killed on the spot.

Especially when she discovers her true identity.

In order to avoid being killed by his girlfriend, Feng Yan returned to his residence on Poseidon Island, sat cross-legged and began to practice his profound skills.

"Are you really so confident that they can pass the test of Lord Poseidon?"

At this time, Poseidon was sitting by the bed in the house, sewing some clothes. The High Priest of Poseidon was acting like a good wife and mother. If the residents of Poseidon Island saw him, they would probably eat Fengyan alive.

Feng Yan didn't care about these things. It wasn't his turn to practice anyway, so he shrugged.

"What's the matter? I think the trial is too easy. I will definitely increase my intensity if I do it myself."

Poseidon didn't stop working, nor did he refute. He chuckled and shook his head, "Maybe this is the difference between you and me."

Looking at Poseidon threading the needle, Feng Yan tilted his head in confusion, "Come to think of it, why don't you use your mind to control the needle and thread? Why do you have to use your hands? With your ability, you can do it even if it's perfect, right?"

“…What is perfect?”

Poseidon understood the first half of Feng Yan's words, but she didn't have such a fancy idea and didn't expect it to be like this.

She couldn't understand the second half of the sentence at all.

"Actually, I don't care much about clothes." Feng Yan scratched the back of his foot and organized his words.

"The so-called seamless clothing can be said to be an application of soul power in the form of substance. In other words, it is to cover the body with strong soul power and mental power, forming something similar to clothing to cover the body."

"In theory, you are fully capable of doing this at your current level. This can also prevent the embarrassment of having your clothes damaged during a battle."

Feng Yan's words brought Poseidon's thoughts back to that battle, when her clothes were torn to pieces by Feng Yan's sword intent.

If Poseidon remembered correctly, Feng Yan was staring at his legs at that time and couldn't move his eyes away.

Poseidon smiled shyly, "That's a good idea~"

"But this control over mental and soul power is very exaggerated, isn't it?" After being shy, Poseidon Douluo made a deduction.

"So only you have this ability at your current level!" Feng Yan became excited as he spoke.

"How about giving it a try? I want to see black stockings! Just consider it a test for you!"

Poseidon was stunned, then couldn't help but smile. It turned out that men are the same no matter what age they are.

"Then...let me try."

...

Feng Yan's words gave the team a huge boost of morale, and everyone seemed to be confident.
Ning Rongrong blinked at the middle-aged man and smiled playfully, "Uncle, you heard it all, this is the order from our elders, there is nothing we can do~"

"Your Majesty the Sword Demon is Your Majesty the Sword Demon." The middle-aged man frowned, "I will give you one more chance. Do you want to leave, or accept the test from Lord Poseidon?"

"I want to remind you that once you accept the test, there is no possibility of quitting halfway, even if it means losing your life."

"It seems that your cultivation should be good, but the test from Lord Poseidon has no absolute relationship with cultivation."

"It could be as simple as asking you to pick up a handful of sand, or it could be as difficult as asking you to challenge a 100,000-year-old spirit beast. Have you really thought it through?"

"Hiss..." Ning Rongrong looked frightened.

The middle-aged man thought that Ning Rongrong was frightened and was about to persuade her again.

Unexpectedly, the next second Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, "A hundred thousand year soul beast?! Really? Can it be killed?!"

She had been missing a soul ring for a long time, and it wasn't that Ning Rongrong insisted on getting another one, but in fact, Ning Rongrong just thought that nine rings were cool.

From now on, when her friends call her, they have to call her Her Majesty Liuli!
Especially Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was far away in the Douluo Palace, sneezed, glanced at her title engraved on the Douluo gold plaque, and saluted Qian Daoxing.

"Thank you, great priest, for the name 'Netherworld'."

“I don’t know how many years it has been since the Netherworld Spirit Cat’s martial spirit was able to break through this realm…” Qian Daoliu seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

"If possible, calculate Xiaoxue for me. Go, kid."

Zhu Zhuqing bowed to Qian Daoxing again and left the Douluo Hall.

On the distant Sea God Island, Ning Rongrong's excitement was beyond words, but she had no idea that she had fallen far behind.

The middle-aged man looked at Ning Rongtong strangely and whispered a few words to a young yellow-clothed sea soul master beside him.

The young yellow-clothed sea soul master agreed respectfully and turned away quickly.

The middle-aged man looked at everyone and said, "I hope you won't regret it. Come with me."

Led by Ning Rongrong, everyone followed.

The group seemed to be on a picnic, and from time to time they expressed their admiration for the scenery on Poseidon Island that they had never seen before. Even the most reserved Bai Chenxiang could laugh out loud.

Except Tang San.

He was still paying close attention to his surroundings, lamenting how careless his companions were.

However, Tang San soon discovered that his vigilance seemed to be unnecessary. They did not encounter any problems while traveling in this dense forest.

Soon, everyone came to a pool of water.

This pool of water is not big, but it is quite strange. This inland pool, which should have been extremely calm, is actually as turbulent as the sea, and it moves without wind.

The pool is surrounded by dense forests, and in the middle of the pool, there is a triangular platform with a strange stone pillar standing on it.

The stone pillar is shaped like a pointed cone, with a special sculpture carved on the top, and countless complex patterns engraved on the entire pillar.

It seemed to be a kind of text, invisible and strange energy, emanating from this strange pillar.

There was a person sitting under the stone pillar, with his eyes closed and his back to the pillar, as if he was meditating and practicing.

The clothes on this person are black.

Arriving here, the middle-aged soul master in yellow seemed much more reserved, and the young soul masters in yellow also stood respectfully aside, not even daring to breathe.

"Welcome to the sea within the sea. Seahorse Holy Pillar." The middle-aged man in yellow said in a special tone.

"The Seahorse Holy Pillar is one of the seven holy pillars on Poseidon Island. The Sea God has endowed the seven holy pillars with divine power, and the will of God is spread through the seven holy pillars. Any holy pillar can be used to test foreign soul masters."

"You will get the questions from Lord Poseidon's test here."

After saying this, he turned to the triangular platform in the sea, bent down 90 degrees and saluted respectfully, and with the urging of his soul power, he transmitted his voice over.

At this moment, the middle-aged man released his martial spirit almost subconsciously.

Two yellow, three purple, and one black, the middle-aged man is called Soul Emperor.

Tang San and Bai Chenxiang were a little surprised, but the others were used to it.

"Lord Haima, a foreign land soul master has come to accept the test. Please allow it." Under the urging of the soul power, the voice of the middle-aged man in yellow spread like a straight line, covering the sea within the sea. The sound of crashing waves.

The sapphire pupils in his eyes lit up slightly, and Ning Rongrong tilted her head again, looking at the middle-aged Soul Emperor in confusion.

"So serious? Isn't he just an ordinary Title Douluo?" (End of this chapter)