Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 247 Call Me Uncle, Request a Battle with Sword Douluo

"Grandpa, what's wrong with me?"

Chen Xin looked at Ning Rongrong, who suddenly seemed dissatisfied, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Ning Rongrong continued, hands on her hips, raising her voice: "Grandpa Jian, you let Dai Chengfeng call you Uncle Jian, but I'll call you Grandpa Jian."

"So, if we calculate it this way..."

"Does that mean I have to call him Uncle Chengfeng?!"

As Ning Rongrong spoke, she stretched out her hands and gently shook Sword Douluo's sleeves, pleading, "I won't do it, I won't do it..."

"I don't want to call him Uncle Chengfeng. He's not that much older than me. How can I just drop a generation for no reason?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, looking unwilling.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's coquettish appearance and listening to her explanation, Sword Douluo finally understood what she meant by her initial words and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Then, he reached out and gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's head, his gesture affectionate and tender.

"Rongrong, doesn't your uncle also call Dai Chengfeng his brother?"

Sword Douluo asked with a smile, a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Why don't you blame your uncle, but only blame your grandfather?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, lightly stomped her foot, and looked at Sword Douluo with a dissatisfied expression:
"Grandpa Jian!"

Her voice rose a few decibels again, carrying a hint of coquettishness.

"My uncle originally called him Chengfeng, so I pretended not to know. Grandpa Jian, why did you have to add insult to injury in front of me?"

"Pretending not to know? Haha..."

Sword Douluo burst into laughter again, his eyes crinkling with fine lines. He reached out and patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder. "Then you can pretend you don't know now, or you can each stick to your own version of events?"

As she spoke, Chen Xin turned her gaze to Dai Chengfeng, a hint of a smile in her eyes:

"Chengfeng, what do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Ning Rongrong, who was staring at him expectantly.

He couldn't help but reveal a playful smile.

Dai Chengfeng gently picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and then put it down. His gaze swept back and forth between Ning Rongrong and Sword Douluo, as if he was considering how to respond.

"Uncle Jian".

Soon, Dai Chengfeng spoke, but the smile in his eyes did not fade, "The order of seniority cannot be disordered, how could I agree to that?"

"Rongrong, quickly call him uncle!"

"Hey!"

Ning Rongrong pouted at Dai Chengfeng, who was teasing her, and said, "I won't call him that!"

As she spoke, she turned to Sword Douluo, looked at him pitifully, and said in a coquettish tone, "Grandpa Sword, it's all your fault."

"Go and have a good talk with Dai Chengfeng, otherwise... otherwise he won't talk to you anymore!"

Sword Douluo watched Ning Rongrong grow up since she was a child. He had no children of his own, so in his heart, Ning Rongrong was his own granddaughter.

Therefore, Chen Xin was completely unable to resist Ning Rongrong's coquettishness. In the end, he shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with a hint of doting affection, and gently tapped Ning Rongrong's nose.

"You little rascal, Grandpa just can't do anything with you."

Say it.

Sword Douluo turned to Dai Chengfeng, "Chengfeng, how about giving me some face? Stop teasing Rongrong."

Seeing that Sword Douluo was no longer joking, Dai Chengfeng stopped teasing Ning Rongrong, since he would need Sword Douluo later...

Thinking it over, Dai Chengfeng smiled and said, "Since it is Uncle Jian who has spoken, then this junior will naturally obey."

Then he looked at the expectant Ning Rongrong and said, "Miss Rongrong, let's continue to talk about our own things from now on."

Sword Douluo nodded in satisfaction, looked at Ning Rongrong, and asked:
"How about it, Rongrong? Are you satisfied now?"

Ning Rongrong then smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. She smiled sweetly and said, "That's more like it."

After saying that, she turned to Dai Chengfeng and made a face: "Dai Chengfeng, Dai Chengfeng... Hmph~"

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the mischievous Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengyuan, and Dai Chengfeng couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

At the same time, it was finally time to eat.

Soon, after several rounds of drinks, the dishes began to cool.

Sword Douluo suddenly put down his wine glass, his smile gradually fading, replaced by a serious expression in his eyes.

Then, as if speaking casually, she said, "Speaking of which, Chengfeng, you really are exceptionally talented."

"To set a record for spirit rings at such a young age and reach the level of Spirit Master, it's no wonder he caught the eye of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

As he spoke, Sword Douluo gave Dai Chengfeng another meaningful look, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

"However, I am curious about someone as talented as you, who is also the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire."

"Ultimately, why did you choose to join the Spirit Hall?"

"Does your father know about this?"

coming!

These words sent a chill down Dai Chengfeng's spine.

He finally understood that this was probably the real reason Sword Douluo had invited him to dinner tonight.

"Sword Douluo Chen Xin, he probably wanted to use this opportunity to test whether the Star Luo Empire wanted to join forces with the Spirit Hall. After all, the Star Luo Empire was the strongest empire on the Douluo Continent, and with the addition of the behemoth that is the Spirit Hall."

"If the two join forces, their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will probably not be able to sleep well."

Dai Chengfeng quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, but on the surface he remained calm.

He even deliberately gave a wry smile and said, "Uncle Jian, I didn't want to either, you don't know the truth!"

Dai Chengfeng picked up his teacup, took a small sip, seemingly recalling something, and then slowly began to recount the entire process of how he joined the Spirit Hall.

Of course, I only talked about a few things selectively.

"So that's it."

After hearing the reason why Dai Chengfeng joined the Spirit Hall, Chen Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

After all, unless it's a collaboration between the Star Luo Empire and the Spirit Hall, Dai Chengfeng's joining the Spirit Hall alone doesn't represent the Star Luo Empire's attitude.

It has little impact on their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Soon, Chen Xin invited Dai Chengfeng to continue eating, and Dai Chengfeng nodded.

Until they were full and satisfied.

Chen Xin stood up and looked at Dai Chengfeng, "Chengfeng, now that you've finished eating, Uncle Jian won't disturb your rest any longer..."

But before he could finish speaking, Dai Chengfeng interrupted him.

"Senior Chenxin, I have a move I would like to ask you about. What do you think?"

Dai Chengfeng wore a humble smile, but his eyes shone with anticipation.

He said he was very interested in Chen Xin before, and that wasn't just empty talk.

After all, when he fought Yang Wudi before, he comprehended the third form of the White Tiger Overlord Spear, the ultimate technique. At that time, Dai Chengfeng understood that fighting against top experts, especially those who do not rely solely on soul skills, was a different story.

It is extremely beneficial for comprehending soul skills.

Therefore, now that he had met Chen Xin, a powerful swordsman, how could Dai Chengfeng possibly let such a golden opportunity slip by?
In particular, on the eve of his upcoming opportunity to personally observe the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Any accumulation he makes now may serve as a foreshadowing of whether he will eventually be able to comprehend the art of ring explosion.

"Besides, I just answered Chen Xin's question, so it's not unreasonable to collect some interest now, is it?"

As Dai Chengfeng pondered, he looked at Chen Xin with intense gaze.

(End of this chapter)