Chapter 166： Tang 3 wants to sell hidden weapons, Yang Zi Anhun Guiqi cuts Hu! (...

Tang San and Oscar went back first, and did not follow Ning Fengzhi to his sect. After all, today is not a holiday, but some contracts have basically been negotiated.

The Qibao Liulizong is responsible for providing people and money, and Tang San for technology.

Tang San was very satisfied with this. He had been looking for opportunities to sell his hidden weapons, and he was looking for major customers. Today's auction was considered worthwhile.

With these large orders, not only can I make more hidden weapons, but I can also establish my own first sect.

When the Tang Sect ranks first and the second hidden weapon is made by himself, that one should also retreat?

Yang Zian's figure flashed in Tang San's mind.

Watching the two walk out of the room, Ning Fengzhi touched the sleeve arrow on his wrist, and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, the power of these two weapons is still a little smaller, but the potential of these two children is really good."

That's right, for the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, the hidden weapon is still not powerful enough. At least it will be troublesome to face enemies above the Soul Sect, but now there is no better choice, otherwise Ning Fengzhi will not go to the doctor in a sudden illness.

The situation in the mainland is complicated and confusing, as if there is a hand pushing the mainland behind, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is in urgent need of a powerful attack method!

At this time the door opened silently, and someone walked in from outside, "Sect Master, we should go back."

It was an old man, wearing a snow-white robe, with long silver hair neatly combed behind his back. He was simple in appearance, his eyes were not all opened, and he was slightly closed, but he gave a very special feeling between his hands and feet.

If Ning Fengzhi's breath is soft, then the old man's breath should be described as sharp. Deadly sharp.

Ning Fengzhi nodded: "It's time to go back, Uncle Jian, let's go."

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In the Qibao Liuli Sect, Ning Rongrong waited for Ning Fengzhi for a long time and still disappeared, his temper was a little irritable.

But fortunately, her temperament had been tempered by Yang Zian. After an hour of quietly practicing, she was naturally unhappy when she saw that people hadn't come back.

So she chose to talk to Bone Douluo again.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is it, Rongrong, come out quickly and let my father see." At this moment, the rescuer finally came.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was first excited and wanted to meet him, but immediately realized that he was still angry, and hurriedly changed his face and turned his back to the direction of the door.

The Bone Douluo on the sofa who looked cute and pretty was amused for a while.

Ning Fengzhi walked into the hall accompanied by Sword Douluo, and then saw his daughter at a glance, and hurriedly walked up, "Girl, why turn your back to Dad. It's been almost a year, Dad can miss you It's tight!"

Ning Rongrong turned around fiercely, "Miss me? Blame, you wish I was not at home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter's anger, and couldn't help feeling pity. He sat down on the sofa first, and reached out to hug her daughter. Who knows, but Ning Rongrong turned around and avoided him.

Without hugging his daughter, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help being shocked. Although he was an auxiliary spirit master, the huge spirit power of more than seventy levels also had a very strong transformation on his body, much stronger than ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his Martial Spirit, which is also an auxiliary type. Although he just hugged him casually at this time, his speed was not slow, and his daughter would easily dodge it.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran towards Jian Douluo and threw himself into his arms: "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I want to kill you, ooh..."

Reunited with her relatives after a long absence, Ning Rongrong was still a little girl after all, so excited, she burst into tears.

Sword Douluo hurriedly hugged her little body with regret: "Hey, my little baby, you are back. Grandpa Jian misses you too, which is incredible."

Ning Rongrong raised his head: "Really?"

Sword Douluo said sternly: "Of course it is true. If you don't believe me, ask your bone grandfather."

Ning Rongrong blinked his big clear eyes, "But, Grandpa Bone told me just now that he is a little bit more than you think I think."

"He fart!" Jian Douluo didn't give Bone Douluo any face: "It's obviously that I want you more."

"You just fart!" Bone Douluo stood up fiercely from the sofa, his terrifying height was nearly 2.5 meters, and his hoarse voice looked even more terrifying.

"You're not convinced? Go, find a place to go single." Jian Douluo straightened his chest and stared at the opponent without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian and Uncle Bone, you've been fighting for a lifetime, Rong Rong has just returned, so forget it today." Ning Fengzhi looked at the two old men in front of him helplessly.

"Humph." Jian Douluo and Bone Douluo snorted almost at the same time, no one looked at each other, their eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's big eyes rolled around and said, "I have a way to prove that the two grandpas miss me more."

Ning Fengzhi patted his forehead and said to his heart, the little witch is a little witch after all, and the house is full of excitement when she comes back. He couldn't help saying, "Rongrong, don't talk nonsense."

Ning Rongrong stuck his tongue out at his father. She was obviously not afraid of this father at all, otherwise she wouldn't have the title of little witch: "You don't even want me, don't let the two grandfathers miss me! You ran back far away, but you were not at home. Two grandpas, let’s do this. You both give Rongrong a gift. Whose gift Rongrong likes better is whoever wants Rongrong to think more."

"Uh..." The two old men glanced at each other, thinking at the same time how this trick is again.

Ning Fengzhi held back a smile and said, "Okay, Rongrong, come over and let Dad see. Who said Dad doesn't want you. Dad has prepared a gift for you. If you are not obedient, the gift will be gone."

"Gift? What is it?" When Ning Rongrong heard the word gift, Ning Rongrong was obviously aroused and ran to his father in two steps.

Ning Fengzhi calmly raised his hand and hugged his daughter, but who knew that Ning Rongrong's body was turning again, and he still easily moved away from his hand, and pouted his little mouth and said: "Get the present first, otherwise Don't give me a hug."

This time, Ning Fengzhi was not the only surprised The two old men couldn't help but glance at each other in surprise.

Due to the particularity of the Qibao Glazed Glass Pagoda, even Title Douluo couldn't tell how much her spirit power was.

Ning Fengzhi moved in his heart and asked, "Rongrong, first tell dad how much soul power you have. If you make progress, dad can give you gifts."

When he heard his father ask about his spirit power, Ning Rongrong immediately became proud, "Dad, my aptitude is much better than yours. This year, I have not been a lazy partner, and my spirit power has not grown much, so I just grew so carelessly. It's level twelve."

"So little, Rongrong, you have to work hard, wait, how much do you say?"

Ning Fengzhi was too familiar with his daughter. Since childhood, what Ning Rongrong hated most was cultivation. Although he was very talented, he was forced to practice for a while. There are also various benefits in exchange.

When he realized that Ning Rongrong was talking about level 12, his face was already full of unbelief!

Ning Rongrong blinked his eyes wide and looked at his father innocently, "I said level 12! It is indeed a bit less, but I will work hard."

Ning Fengzhi's voice slightly changed: "Level 12? Level 27 when you left. So, it's level 39 now? You won't lie to Dad."

Ning Rongrong grinned and said, "Bad father, don't believe people. Although Rong Rong used to be naughty, he never lied. If you don't believe me, let the two grandpas take a look."

While talking, she ran directly to the old man in white and stretched out her little hand.

In the past year, she has not only ate the essence of Yang Zi’an’s fairy grass, but also obtained the mentality given by Yang Zi’an. She has also cultivated both mental power and physical body. Therefore, Ning Rongrong’s so-called 39th level is better than the so-called The ordinary auxiliary spirit masters are much more powerful!

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