Douluo's Golden Crocodile

The square in front of the Papal Palace.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, slowly walked out of the majestic Pope's Palace.

The leader is a man with a jade-like face, a straight nose and a square mouth. His appearance is elegant and gentle, and he is all dressed in white robes that are spotless. He looks to be in his forties, with soft eyes, and looks like an ordinary person.

However, the soul master team patrolling outside the Pope's Palace saw this person and saluted respectfully, which was enough to see how respectful this middle-aged man was.

The middle-aged man's smooth black hair is scattered behind him, everything looks so casual, without any affectation.

First, he smiled and nodded to these armored guards, then moved his lips slightly, and asked through voice transmission to the thin old man who was one step behind him.

"Uncle Jian, how are you doing?"

The old man's beard and hair are all white, but his face is as delicate as a baby's. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, an extremely sharp aura flashed through his eyes.

"Unfathomable." The old man said four words, and continued after pondering for a moment.

"Fengzhi, back then the Haotian Sect was forced to retire by the Wuhun Palace. Over the years, the Wuhun Palace, under the leadership of contemporary Pope Bibi Dong, has become even more powerful than before. We had better make plans early."

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent in thought.

How could he not have thought about what the pillar of the sect Sword Douluo said.A single Bibi Dong had already made Sword Douluo jealous, and the ones he saw in the Tiandou City auction back then were also not so easy to deal with.

Even as the suzerain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, at this moment, a trace of depression rose in his heart.

However, he was not too worried. After all, the Qibao Glazed Sect was backed by the royal family of the Tiandou Empire. He did not think that the current Wuhun Palace dared to risk the world to deal with them.

Ning Fengzhi responded and did not continue this topic.

"Uncle Jian, let's take this girl Rongrong back to the sect first. I'm worried that this girl's temper will cause some trouble in Wuhun City."

Thinking of his favorite daughter, he couldn't help but look helpless.

Sword Douluo stopped with his hands behind his back and said dissatisfied.

"Rongrong is still young and loves to play. I can't understand her temperament very well. You just saw Rong Rongrong's playful side, but you didn't see her cute side."

Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was very aware of Sword Douluo's doting on his daughter, so he understood without saying a word to refute.

At this moment, a clear and grievous voice suddenly came from not far away, "Grandpa Jian, someone bullied me, you have to make the decision for Rongrong."

Following the sound, Ning Rongrong threw himself into Sword Douluo's arms like a sucking swallow.

Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi were both moved by that pear blossom with rain.

"Rongrong, what happened?" Ning Fengzhi noticed Ning Tian who was following Ning Rongrong with his arms hanging down weakly, his heart shivered, and he quickly mobilized his soul power to carefully examine his daughter's body.

Ordinary Sword Douluo would be even more angry and would release his martial spirit and take Ning Rongrong to regain the situation.

The cyan marble floor around him had countless neat cuts at some point.

"I want to see who dares to bully our Rongrong."

But Ning Fengzhi stopped Jian Douluo with his words.

"Uncle Jian, I don't think Rongrong is injured at all, let's figure it out first."

Ning Rongrong left Jian Douluo's arms, blinked her big clear eyes at Ning Fengzhi, and said aggrieved.

"Who says I'm not injured? Dad, look at my wrist, it's all red. Grandpa Jian, look at my father doesn't care about Rongrong anymore."

After saying that, Ning Rongrong deliberately squeezed out a few tears to make her acting more realistic.

Jian Douluo hurriedly grabbed her wrist with regret, "Good boy, Rongrong, your father doesn't care about you, but Grandpa Jian loves you. Grandpa Jian will vent his anger on you now."

Ning Rongrong raised her head, with tears in her eyes, "Really?"

Sword Douluo said seriously: "Of course it's true. When did your Grandpa Jian lie to you?"

But Ning Fengzhi, who had been watching her daughter, discovered a smile hidden in her eyes. After all, the teenage boy still couldn't hide his thoughts. He believed that Sword Douluo had probably noticed it, but he just didn't want to say anything to expose it.

Although Sword Douluo said this, he was no longer as eager as before.

Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly, and looked at Ning Tian and Ning Zhen who were kneeling on one knee not far away.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ning Tian and Ning Zhen did not dare to hide anything, and told Ning Fengzhi what had happened before with a guilty look on their faces.

Of course, it also includes the matter that they and Ning Rongrong took Ning Rongrong out of the city in a carriage without authorization.

"The soul king with matching yellow, purple, black and black soul rings? Doesn't look like he's only sixteen or seventeen years old?" Hearing what Ning Tian said, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo subconsciously looked at each other.

Such a genius is beyond their knowledge. Even Tang Hao back then was not such a monster.

Ning Fengzhi was slightly stunned, and looked at Ning Tian again.

"Did you recognize that person's martial spirit?"

"Returning to the suzerain, that person's martial spirit seems to be of the dark attribute, covered with black scales, the appearance of the martial spirit possessed is somewhat similar to the dragon transformation of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus family, but this kind of martial spirit has never been seen by subordinates. I've seen it." Ning Tian said with embarrassment while resisting the severe pain in his arms.

"Dark attribute?" Ning Fengzhi was surprised again.As the suzerain of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, he has a good understanding of all kinds of powerful martial spirits inherited on the mainland, including those hidden sects that have not been born.But he hadn't heard of any family whose inherited martial soul was of the dark attribute.

Could it be a mutated martial spirit?

Ning Rongrong at the side saw that her father wanted to ask something, pouted her mouth unhappily, and started to fan the flames.

"Father, that bastard insulted our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Rong Rong! Girls, don't talk dirty." Looking at his daughter who was becoming more and more unruly, Ning Fengzhi frowned tightly.

Sword Douluo on the side couldn't bear to let Ning Rongrong be punished and protected her behind him, "Feng Zhi, what are you doing? If Rongrong is wronged, why don't you just help him stand up for her? Why are you scolding her?"

"Uncle Jian, Rongrong is almost spoiled by you and Uncle Gu." Ning Fengzhi gave a wry smile, but Jian Douluo released his martial soul disapprovingly.

"Who said we pampered Rongrong. If we go, we'll know?"

The surface of the body shone with light, a two-meter-long, half-foot-wide quaint giant sword floated in the air, two yellow, two purple, five black, and nine spirit rings emerged from Jian Douluo's feet one after another.This is Sword Douluo's martial soul, known as the most powerful weapon, the martial soul Seven Kill Sword.

The giant sword soared in the wind. Sword Douluo raised his middle and index fingers and flew away from the Pope's Palace with Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong.

After what happened to Ning Rongrong, both Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi became very interested in this young man with a special soul ring ratio.