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

Chapter 7 I am your rumor!

"It's because 'Wind Sword' is very related to 'wind', so it's possible! Feng Yan is just a playboy, it's not surprising that he can do anything!"

When it comes to Feng Yan, Gu Rong has nothing good to say.

Chen Xin almost subconsciously retorted, "Didn't you get beaten by him? It's been so many years and you still remember it?"

Rolling his eyes, Gu Rong became more serious this time, "You've never been beaten? Who among the famous masters on Douluo Continent hasn't been beaten by Feng Yan? I'm already old, why would I still care about that?"

Speaking of Fengyan, Ning Fengzhi, who is from the same era, seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

"Although I am older than him, Brother Feng has been so carefree and relaxed since he was young. He can walk along the road without caring about anyone's eyes."

"He is too strong, so strong that no one can catch up with him. He is so strong that he can intimidate the whole continent by himself, and he is so strong that he doesn't even care about the sect..."

Gu Rong had the biggest problem with Feng Yan. As soon as Ning Fengzhi finished speaking, he immediately took over the conversation, "It's not that I'm saying anything about him, but Feng Yan is too dissolute! Too irresponsible!"

"He thought that just by passing down the "Reputation" of the continent's strongmen, he could protect the sect from danger? He didn't even pass down a single technique to the sect."

"Although the Wind Sword Sect ranks fourth, I'm afraid that Tuoba Xi of the Holy Dragon Sect will also break through the title in recent years. What's the use of relying on the Wind Sword Sect's formation alone?"

"To be honest, it's not surprising that his father Feng Bailong defected to the Spirit Hall. It's a disaster for the Fengjian Sect to have such a troublemaker and careless person. It's better for Feng Bailong not to have given birth to such a good son!"

Shaking his head, Ning Fengzhi knew that what Gu Rong was worried about was that the leader of the four lower sects, Fengjian Sect, clearly stood on the side of Wuhun Hall.

If Feng Yan, the number one person in the world, could take care of the sect, it would be the Haotian Sect, another leader.

If this were true, the Spirit Hall would not have grown to the point where it is now dominating the continent.

"Uncle Gu, you can't say that. I am like the opposite of Brother Feng, but I am far inferior to him..."

Ning Fengzhi really didn't want to compare himself with the evildoer, but the closer they were to the same generation, the more they could not escape the comparison subconsciously.

"When Rongrong was born, I happened to meet him. Brother Feng told me casually that he had achieved the physicalization of his martial soul and was striving to reach level 100."

"With such strength, he really doesn't need to care about other people's eyes. Now that we haven't seen each other for decades, I really don't know where he is now, and whether he has already ascended to the level of a legend..."

After saying this, Ning Fengzhi's bitter smile became even uglier.

Chen Xin knew that Ning Fengzhi was also a child of destiny. Although he could not be compared with Feng Yan, he was locked at the 79th level of Soul Saint in his life and could not make any progress. It was inevitable that he felt depressed.

But Chen Xin could only remain silent, because no one knew Feng Yan's situation better than him.

Just as Ning Fengzhi evaluated himself, he was the opposite of rumors. In front of the scheming Ning Fengzhi, the more he said, the more mistakes he would make.

"Doesn't Feng Yan always talk about his Fengmo Jue?" Gu Rong spread his hands again, looking unhappy.

"I want to say that if Yan Feng is really Feng Yan's child and can learn his Wind Demon Art, then maybe the child can be saved."

Chen Xin was speechless. Feng Yan asked, how could he not know his own martial arts?

He said with disdain, "Just stop talking. No matter what you say, you can't beat rumors."

Gu Rong: "You ****, if I can't beat you, can I?"

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"Wind Demon Art? It's useless. Everyone knows that it's a sword art, a skill used for swordplay. How can it have any detoxification effect?"

Ning Rongrong forcibly took them away from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and the two of them headed south without stopping.

At this moment, Feng Yan was being dragged by Ning Rongrong into a clothing store, and the conversation started regarding Feng Yan's martial arts.

"I say, why do you ask this? Didn't you bring me here to buy clothes?"

Ning Rongrong picked up a piece of clothes with her left hand, took a look, didn't like it, and threw it away on the spot.

You picked up a piece of clothing and shouted, "Wrap it up for me!"

The two of them had already left the imperial circle of Tiandou City. The waiters here had obviously never seen such a rich man and were so happy that they were about to float.

"okay!"

After they had almost finished choosing, Ning Rongrong stuffed a silver gown into Yan Feng's hands. "You look exactly like my teacher, don't you? That's why I brought you here to buy clothes~"

Feng Yan immediately grasped the key words, "Wait a minute? Teacher? Who are you talking about is your teacher?! How come I don't know?"

"Stupid! Sword Demon Douluo Feng Yan is my teacher! I have the sword as proof!" Ning Rongrong held up her little sword and tilted her head back, her nose about to poke the ceiling.

Feng Yan was speechless. He felt that Ning Rongrong couldn't even look at anyone else at this moment. The one who was arrogant was Ning Rongrong.

After a while, seeing that Feng Yan still ignored her, Ning Rongrong's hands holding the sword must have been sore, and she finally put down her hands in embarrassment.

Rubbing her wrist, Ning Rongrong glanced at Feng Yan, "Stupid! Don't you understand this? We are both auxiliary spirit masters. If you don't dress up, how can you protect me when we meet bad guys?!"

"You make a lot of sense..."

This time Feng Yan understood that Ning Rongrong wanted him to return to his original skin before the adventure began.

That is to say, let Yan Feng dress up completely like Feng Yan, one pretends to be the Sword Demon, and the other pretends to be the Sword Demon's disciple.

The master and his disciple are rampant in the world, taking advantage of the power of others to bully others.

"I'm glad you understand. Go change your clothes!" Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled around quickly, and no one knew what she was thinking.

He just pushed Feng Yan towards the locker room, and when he was pulling Feng Yan's clothes, his eyes never left Feng Yan's delicate collarbone.

However, before entering the locker room, Feng Yan sternly refused: "I won't do it!"

"Why?!" Ning Rongrong was extremely puzzled, and looked at Feng Yan with great regret as he tightened his clothes.

There are so many people pretending to be sword demons in Douluo Continent, who can’t pretend to be an idol?
If some people didn't look so similar, Ning Rongrong would have wanted to put on makeup and dress up as the Sword Demon herself.

"Yan Feng, don't you admire the Sword Demon?" Ning Rongrong could only think so.

"It's not a question of worship or not!" What is there to worship in myself? Isn't that a late stage of narcissism?

That Soto City is on the southern border of the Tiandou Empire, almost next to Wuhun City.

It's no big deal to restore his previous image, but it would be a big problem if Bibi Dong found out!

So Feng Yan made up a legitimate reason, "Have you ever thought about this question, what would happen if the Sword Demon, who hasn't appeared for decades, really showed up?"

Feng Yan originally wanted to say that it would cause an uproar, but Ning Rongrong's train of thought was obviously more bizarre.

"The Sword Demon's old lovers will come looking for us? Oh~ forget it!"

After saying that, Ning Rongrong snatched the silver gown from Feng Yan's hand and threw it behind her with a clatter.

Isn't Bibi Dong Feng Yan's old lover? Feng Yan had to admire Ning Rongrong's sixth sense as a woman, she almost hit the nail on the head.

However, Feng Yan still wanted to refute, "No, what does Feng Yan's old lover have to do with me, Yan Feng?"

"Stupid! Of course it's because you look too much like my teacher. Don't let this hungry old lady suck all your food away with your tiny body!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her slender waist, looking as if it was a matter of course.

"Fuck...Rongrong, you're so smart!" Feng Yan even gave Ning Rongrong a thumbs up. This was what he was worried about.

"Of course!" Ning Rongrong kept her hands on her hips and tilted her head higher.

But Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered something and asked, "How do you know that my teacher's Wind Demon Technique is a swordplay technique? Why doesn't it work on you?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong getting closer and closer, Feng Yan became extremely nervous.

Given the powerful sixth sense she had just demonstrated, Feng Yan felt that she was most likely exposed.

The more he was stared at, the more nervous Feng Yan became, so he decided to just stop pretending.

Originally, he was not a little angel who was born with a talent for disguise and worked hard, which made him not only have no freedom but also exhausted.

So, Feng Yan cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I admit it. I am your Feng Yan! Kneel down and kowtow to your master~"

(End of this chapter)