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

Chapter 8: Rumored Bronze Crisis

While traveling to Soto City to relax, Feng Yan almost became depressed.

He was a national idol, yet he was ignored by Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong was confused by Feng Yan's explanation all the way. She resisted the urge to curse, but still said with contempt: "Alright! Look at you, no one would believe you are the Sword Demon's son. It's more likely that you are his daughter."

These words broke Feng Yangan's defense. He was silent for a whole period of time, but finally he calmed down.

Miss Ning, who travels the world with a sword, is a bit directionally challenged, and tasks like reading maps still require her help.

Otherwise, the Sword Demon himself would have no say at all.

At dusk that day, when the two arrived at the outskirts of Soto City, Feng Yan was already starving.

As he was holding the map and trying to find a shortcut, he moved forward and took a look at the precious booklet in Ning Rongrong's hand.

"What the hell is this Shrek Academy? You won't go to Barak Academy either, and you can't find this academy on the Fengping academy rankings, okay?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to take it for granted.

"Of course not. The Wind Sword Sect has already said that whether it is the Douluo chapter or the Academy chapter, the Wind Review will evaluate based on the strength that has been demonstrated. This academy has never been registered, let alone participated in the elite competition, so how can there be a ranking?"

However, Feng Yan's brows were furrowed, "What is this? What value does the ranking have? Isn't it pure nonsense?"

Ning Rongrong responded with disdain on the spot, "You can't even beat me, and you still dare to talk about the Renfeng Sword Sect?"

The origin of this booklet is the result of bragging about it when I went home after the rumor challenge.

Later, he wrote a review for the Fengjian Sect, pasted Feng Yan's portrait on the cover, and put it up for sale.

The meaning of this thing's name is not complicated, it means "rumor review".

This gives people a feeling of being too arrogant. If you remove Feng Yan’s name, there will be just two simple words: "Feng Ping", on the forehead of Feng Yan’s portrait on the cover.

There were actually people who bought it throughout the year, and it later became a considerable source of income for the Fengjian Sect.

The reason why it sold well in the first place was because it was the result of Fengyan's sword-wielding slashes, and the key point was that it was true and credible, and had a record of success to back it up.

But now, the Douluo ranking is still the same as it was made by him more than ten years ago, and it has hardly changed. Feng Yan didn't even bother to take a look at it.

"The Wind Sword Sect is just bullshitting. Look at this list of Douluo. It's been years since this list was changed, right? It's all based on combat power. Can Haotian Sect's Xiaotian Douluo really only be ranked thirteenth?"

"Where do the current Spirit Hall Pope and the current Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao rank? Clear Sky Douluo ranks third, so doesn't that still refer to Tang Chen?"

However, Ning Rongrong looked indifferent and turned the cover of the booklet Fengyan towards herself, looking like she was on a pilgrimage.

Then Ning Rongrong spread her other hand and said, "I don't care. I just want to see my teacher rank first."

"But what you said does make some sense. But isn't it normal for a Douluo's realm to remain unchanged for decades?" Ning Rongrong was not just a fan, she was also interested in creatures like Titled Douluo.

But Feng Yan lost interest, "It's boring. If no one fights, how can we make progress?"

Of course, something unexpected happened. After Feng Yan finished speaking, there was a sudden movement nearby.

She was a cool girl in a black tight leather jacket. After Feng Yan turned around, his eyes never left the two fruits.

She covered her heart with her right hand, as if she was hiding something, but her blushing cheeks didn't seem like it.

Feng Yan summarized that it seemed that the girl was quite excited, but judging from her temperament, she shouldn't be like those aunts who wanted to swallow him up as soon as they saw him.

Before Feng Yan could figure it out, the girl spoke timidly, "Not everyone is as brave as you, Lord Feng!"

Feng Yan was finally satisfied now. Some people who were looking at Ning Rongrong while stretching her neck didn't even notice.

Her true feelings were written all over her face: Oh~ She picked the right person! This child must be beautiful, sweet, kind, and generous!

"What a pretty little girl! What's your name?" Feng Yan waved his hand, saying hello, and even pushed Ning Rongrong's head away, "Little girl, you're blocking me from looking at Rongrong!"

Feng Yan felt that it was a pity that he only knew how to fight back then and didn't have a chapter about beauty.

Unfortunately, those people in Fengjian Sect are all blind. This child is so beautiful, how could they not have her portrait and name?
The little witch exploded on the spot. Not only did she want to spoil the fun, she also kicked Feng Yan on the butt.

The Invincible Sword Demon was kicked to the ground. "Look at you! Your eyes are about to pop out!"

Feng Yan fell to the ground, feeling very aggrieved. "What's the matter? Can't I just say hello? You are so unreasonable..."

But the girl who had been so fruitful was stunned. She pointed at Feng Yan who was acting like a little girl and said in disbelief: "You are not..." "Yes! He is not! This bastard only has this good-looking face. He still can't walk when he sees a girl!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry that she kicked him twice while cursing.

Feng Yan was in so much pain that he lay on the ground with his butt sticking up and screaming, as if Ning Rongrong had done something to him.

However, Feng Yan quickly got up because an obscene voice was heard not far away.

"Ha ha ha! That's great! I'm not in a good mood today. I came out for a walk and met so many beautiful girls!"

This is an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties, dark, short, ugly and disgusting. Looking at this face, I'm afraid I can't eat.

Faced with this wretched man wearing ripped flowered shorts and a pair of flip-flops, the leather-clad beauty immediately prepared for battle.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, hid behind Ning Rongrong with his butt sticking out, grabbed her waist and asked in a low voice: "Rongrong, didn't your father send anyone to protect you?"

How could the little witch not understand with her intelligence? They were facing something more terrifying than being robbed of their wealth.

"We sneaked out secretly, how could anyone follow us? Who told you not to pretend to be my master? Now you are in big trouble, right?!"

"Then what should we do? We both assist, or run away?" Feng Yan was so stared at that he almost vomited his overnight meal. He didn't even look at the cool battle-ready posture of the beautiful girl in leather jacket.

His appearance now became a disadvantage for him, as the look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Yan was even more excited than when he looked at Ning Rongrong, with his saliva dripping from his mouth. It was obvious that he would not let him go.

"If it doesn't work, I'll lend you my skirt! Can you try it out?"

"Oh my god? Ning Rongrong, do you still have a heart? How can you say such a thing?!"

"How can I be heartless? If I were heartless, I would have castrated you eight times already!"

"what?!"

The two of them unconsciously started bickering, and the girl in leather jacket couldn't help but interrupt them.

"If you don't want to resist, run away!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two yellow soul rings appeared, and black furry ears and a tail grew out of the girl's body.

"The second soul skill, Hundred Claws of the Netherworld!"

The girl's body kept spinning, and the cat's claws had sharp and penetrating attack power, scratching Bu Le in a very short time.

"She is so handsome!" Feng Yan exclaimed.

The next moment, Ning Rongrong slapped Feng Yan on the forehead: "Don't be stupid! Run!"

"Help me!"

This showed that the girl in leather jacket was going to cover the retreat, but Ning Rongrong simply decided to die rather than let me die.

With the idea of ​​not giving up on this kind girl, Feng Yan held his head and tried to struggle.

"How about you take her place?" Ning Rongrong asked angrily.

However, before the two of them could turn around, the girl in leather clothes with the cultivation level of a great soul master was knocked away by the other party, and Feng Yan was knocked to the ground on the spot.

Fortunately, the guy above was very soft, so Feng Yan didn't care about being knocked unconscious.

"Run? Haha! No one can escape!"

At this time, the man named Bu Le finally showed his fangs. Regardless of the color, the appearance of four soul rings meant that he was a Soul Master.

The fourth ring against the second ring was almost like the girl in leather jacket, being directly crushed, not to mention that the other two were auxiliary.

But it's not hopeless, some people can still make a breakthrough.

Especially when the girl in his arms is particularly nice, Feng Yan really wants to improve her favor.

Helping the girl in leather jacket up, Feng Yan snatched the small sword from Ning Rongrong's hand.

The small sword was unsheathed, generating a trace of sword intent. Feng Yan stood in front of the two men with a look of fearlessness in the face of death.

"Rongrong! It's time to fight!"

(End of this chapter)