Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

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Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue.

"The Trident of Poseidon approves of you because you're foolish."

It thinks you're adorably silly.

Jin Chen was speechless.

Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly.

The carriage traveled for half an hour before reaching the foot of the mountain.

The mountain road has widened, the official road is flat, and there are farmlands and villages on both sides.

In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys; it was lunchtime.

Ning Rongrong's stomach growled.

She clutched her stomach, her face flushed.

Jin Chen heard it.

"Little girl, are you hungry?"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head and remained silent.

Jin Chen took out a bag of snacks from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Eat."

This is a specialty of Wuhun Capital: candied hawthorn.

I brought a few skewers with me, just in case I get hungry on the way.

Chapter 233 Candied Hawthorn

Ning Rongrong took the candied hawthorn, took a bite, and found it to be sweet and sour, and very delicious.

"Thank you, Brother Jin Chen."

Jin Chen grinned.

"You're welcome."

Ling Feng rode his horse ahead.

His spiritual power always covered an area of several miles, and no movement could escape his perception.

He sensed an aura behind him, a very strong and sharp one, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Sword Douluo Chenxin.

he came.

Ling Feng reined in his horse.

Jin Chen also reined in his horse.

The carriage stopped.

Ning Rongrong peeked out and followed Ling Feng's gaze, where she saw Chen Xin.

Chen Xin emerged from around the bend in the mountain path, dressed in a white robe, with snow-white hair, a thin face, and the Seven Kill Sword slung over his back.

His pace was slow, but each step covered several feet, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of the carriage.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Grandpa Sword!"

She jumped off the carriage, ran over, and hugged Chenxin's leg.

Chen Xin looked down at her, his cloudy old eyes filled with love.

"Rongrong, you forgot something."

He took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

The jade pendant is entirely emerald green and is engraved with the pattern of a seven-jeweled glazed pagoda.

"This was left to you by your grandmother."

You forgot it in the room.

Ning Rongrong took the jade pendant and held it in her palm.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jian."

Chen Xin patted her head.

"Go."

Ning Rongrong ran back to the carriage, climbed onto it, lifted the curtain, and looked at Chen Xin.

"Grandpa Jian, aren't you going back?"

Chen Xin looked at her.

"Grandpa Jian has something else to do."

He turned around and looked at Ling Feng.

"My holy son, I have a request."

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Please speak, senior."

Chen Xin stepped forward.

"I have long heard that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall possesses extraordinary talent and unfathomable strength."

"This old man is not very talented, but I would like to ask the Holy Son for a few pointers."

His voice was calm, but there was something indescribable in his eyes—not fighting spirit, but reluctance.

Ling Feng looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

He saw through Chen Xin's thoughts; he didn't really want to spar, but was worried about Ning Rongrong leaving alone.

He chased after them, wanting to go to the Spirit Hall with them.

He was just too embarrassed to say it, so he could only make up an excuse.

"Senior, I am no match for you."

Ling Feng's voice was calm.

Chen Xin frowned slightly.

"The Holy Son is too modest."

The Holy Son is a level 95 peak Title Douluo, while I am level 96, but my Seven Kill Sword may not be able to break through the Holy Son's defenses.

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Senior, we can exchange sparring tips."

But I have one condition.

Chen Xin's brows twitched slightly.

"What conditions?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Senior, please return to Wuhun Capital with me."

He will stay in the Martial Soul Capital for a period of time to guide the younger generation in their cultivation.

Chen Xin's pupils contracted slightly.

Ling Feng's lips curled up slightly.

"Don't worry, senior. The Spirit Hall will arrange the best accommodations, the best food, and the best treatment."

"Senior, you can see Ning Rongrong anytime you're in Martial Soul Capital."

Chen Xin fell silent.

He looked at Ling Feng, his cloudy old eyes filled with complex emotions.

He knew that Ling Feng had seen through his thoughts.

He didn't want to spar; he was worried about Ning Rongrong, wanted to stay with her, and was afraid that she would suffer if she were alone in the Martial Soul Sect.

He lived for almost a hundred years and never asked anyone for help, nor did he speak softly.

He could only use "sparring" as an excuse to catch up.

"it is good."

Chen Xin's voice was hoarse, "I will go to Martial Soul Capital with you."

Jin Chen grinned.

"Senior Sword Douluo, welcome to Martial Soul Capital."

Martial spirits have many delicious foods, such as spicy soup, candied hawthorn, and roasted meat.

I'll take you to eat.

Chen Xin glanced at him.

"Are you the successor to the Trident of Poseidon?"

Jin Chen nodded.

"Um!