Chapter 347: Arousing the public anger? No, no, no
Step down the sword.

Ning Fengzhi responded to Qian Renjue with an elegant and easy-going smile on his face.

"Your Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time and you look even more elegant."

Jian Douluo followed behind Ning Fengzhi.

The look he gave Qian Renjue was undisguised, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

"The Holy Son is busy with all kinds of things, how can he have time to come here?"

"The younger generation came to see Rongrong."

A slight smile appeared on Qian Renjue's face.

He knew what he had done and understood the tension in Jian Douluo's words.

"Humph!"

Jian Douluo snorted and was about to say something.
Ning Fengzhi covered half of his body without leaving any trace, and said with a smile:
"Haha. Rongrong has been talking about the Holy Son for a long time."

"I have already asked my disciples to inform her. I think she will be very happy."

"Then I'll trouble Sect Leader Ning."

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

Although he had a smile on his face, he felt a little bitter in his heart.

Ning Rongrong is always talking about him, but I'm afraid she has basically nothing good to say about him.

"No trouble, no trouble."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head slightly and said with a smile:
"Rongrong is a little naughty, so maybe Your Highness the Saint Son will have to bear with her."

"I will."

Qian Renjue nodded seriously.

"That's good"

Ning Fengzhi smiled and raised his hand to adjust his glasses, a little light flickering on the lenses.

Qian Renjue always felt that this guy was gloating over other people's misfortune.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, Your Majesty Ling Yuan, please follow me in first."

Ning Fengzhi politely extended his hand to invite him in.

"it is good."

Qian Renjue smiled, took a step forward, and Ling Yuan Douluo followed closely behind him.

"Master Ning, I am sorry to bother you."

"Your Majesty Ling Yuan, you are joking. I hope Qibao's hospitality will satisfy you."

Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly to show respect.

Behind him, Jian Douluo followed Ning Fengzhi closely, frowning and communicating in secret.

"Feng Zhi, what do you mean?"

"Uncle Jian, don't you know how difficult our little witch is?"

Ning Fengzhi's lips moved, with a look of watching a show in his eyes.

"Rongrong?!"

Jian Douluo was stunned.

"Uncle Jian, let them solve their own problems."

Ning Fengzhi said meaningfully.

He turned around and continued chatting and laughing with Qian Renjue.

Jian Douluo thought for a moment, then understood and looked expectant.
No wonder Ning Fengzhi didn't even say a word to condemn that kid.

It turned out that they were waiting for Rongrong to come in person.

I hope you can coax Rongrong well. If you make her cry... Huh!

Jian Douluo looked at Qian Renjue's back
A flash of sword appeared in his eyes.

What if Qian Renjue made Ning Rongrong cry.

It's not impossible to use his Seven Killing Sword Technique to compete with Qian family's sword technique.

"Ok?"

Qian Renjue was chatting with Ning Fengzhi.

Suddenly he felt some energy locking onto him, and his golden eyebrows slightly raised.

He glanced slightly in the direction of Jian Douluo.

"This boy"

There was a hint of surprise in Jian Douluo's eyes.

He just glanced at it briefly. Even his old bones couldn't detect this level.
How could he? !

Noticed the surprise in Jian Douluo's eyes.

Qian Renjue suddenly realized.

It seems that he hasn't been here for a long time, which has indeed angered everyone.

have no idea.
Compared with Jian Douluo, how strong is he now?

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In the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the eldest lady’s exclusive training ground.

The girl with pink hair is wearing a simple yellow suspender skirt.

There is a happy smile on the delicate face.

Her skin was like a peeled lychee, and her pink eyes were cunning.

Full of agility.

He was looking up at the sky, holding a black box in his hand, and walking around in the woods.

The sound was as clear as a silver bell and could be heard from far away.

"Grandpa Bone, don't fly so high. Rongrong can't aim well."

"Okay, okay, then Grandpa Bone, fly lower."

air.

Bone Douluo was holding a target with an image painted on it.

If Qian Renjue were here, he would see the outline of the blond hair and purple eyes on the target.
It's definitely going to make you laugh and cry.

The cloak behind Bone Douluo fluttered like a kite, following Ning Rongrong's footsteps.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flew over from a distance.
Bone Douluo couldn't help but pay attention to it. He could easily see the clothing of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Clang——!
Below, the sound of a spring releasing was heard.

Sixteen cold black lights pierced into the air.

"Haha. Grandpa Bones."

"If Rongrong gets hit, you have to use your spirit body to take Rongrong for a ride!"

Ning Rongrong's sweet laughter rang out from the grove.

Available soon.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face, which was tilted up, slowly faded away from the smile.

The arrow she fired was about to miss.

But soon, Ning Rongrong's smile bloomed again, and she shouted in a tender voice:

"Grandpa Bones!"

Swah——

I saw Bone Douluo in the sky immediately flew out and caught all the arrows with the target in his hand.

Tuk Tuk!

"Yeah! I hit it. Grandpa Bones is so good!"

Ning Rongrong held the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, raised her hands happily and jumped up.

"Haha. Rongrong is awesome!"

Bone Douluo seemed to be lying in the air, laughing complacently.

Swish-!
A black shadow flashed past, landed on the top of the tree, and saluted Bone Douluo.

"Meet the young lady, Elder Gu!"

"Ok?"

Ning Rongrong stopped laughing and looked at the person who came in strangely.

Bone Douluo yawned lazily and put away the mischievous smile on his face.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The disciple with the black wings immediately said:
"Report to the elder, the master wants this disciple to tell Miss Rongrong that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is visiting, and wants Miss Rongrong to go to the reception room."

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is here?!"

Bone Douluo was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up straight in the air.

From below was Ning Rongrong's scream.

"Brother Shengzi!"

"Great! Brother Shengzi finally came to see Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong was filled with joy.

With an excited red face, he raised the Zhuge magic crossbow and wanted to shoot two shots to liven up the atmosphere.

"..."

Bone Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong's happy expression.

I feel sour in my heart, who said that girls can’t be kept when they grow up? !
"wrong!"

Ning Rongrong was happy afterwards.

Seeing the various traces on the trees and the target, he immediately came to his senses.

Her pink lips were raised and her face was full of unhappiness.

“No, no!”

Ning Rongrong shook her head frantically, pointed the Zhuge Divine Crossbow at the sect disciples on the tree and shouted.

"Humph!"

"Go back and tell dad that I'm practicing now and I'm very busy and have no time!"

"Uh, this is Miss, Master..."

The disciple looked troubled.

However, Bone Douluo once again showed a smug smile on his face and waved at the disciple.

"All right!"

"Just tell Feng Zhi this directly. If anything goes wrong, I will take care of it."

The disciple hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Thank you, Elder Gu. I will go back and report now. I'll take my leave now."

The words fell.

The wings behind him fluttered, and he flew towards the tower where the reception room was located.

Watching the disciple fly away.

The unhappiness on Ning Rongrong's face quickly disappeared, and there was a little worry in her eyes.
　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)