Chapter 52: Finally entering the imperial city, I will fight with Qian Renxue?

Qibao City-
In the hall, a white-haired middle-aged man sat cross-legged in mid-air, the long sword beside him trembling slightly, then he opened his eyes as sharp as swords and chuckled.

"Old bone, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you go to Tiandou City because you were worried about Rongrong?"

Gu Rong ignored the other party, walked to Ning Fengzhi and whispered about the things in the city.

"Uncle Gu, Rongrong got into trouble again in the academy? Then..."

Hearing the other party's words, Ning Fengzhi's expression changed instantly, and that spring-like smile disappeared.

Let your martial soul break through level 80?

"Is this true? Can he guarantee that it's okay?"

This is the key point. After all, the spirit restriction is a very strange shackle. I have tried many ways but to no avail. Why can someone from the Spirit Hall say it’s okay?

Gu Rong took a deep breath. "That kid is accompanied by two old guys who rarely show up. I think he is of high status. He should not be lying to me."

"old man?"

"The people in the Worship Hall are usually very close-minded. This time, because this kid came here, they must be trying to intimidate him."

Then Ning Fengzhi lowered his eyes and thought about it.

I am already over sixty years old, and my soul power level has been stuck at level seventy-nine for more than ten years.

I had already given up on the fact that I couldn't break through, but the other party actually said that he could help me break free from the shackles.

This glimmer of hope exploded in his heart like thunder, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

"Go! If it's true, you must agree to it no matter what!"

Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth, he didn't want to give up this possible hope.

The nonsense about the Soul Saint's stature being worthy of a title on the continent sounds loud and clear, but the bitterness behind it is so great.

"What if you want us to join the Spirit Hall?" Chen Xin said coldly with his eyes closed.

Gu Rong also nodded. He didn't want to have anything to do with the Spirit Hall.

"Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian, since they want to negotiate, they will definitely not offer us conditions that we cannot accept."

"Go meet them first. If that's the case, then I will naturally not agree. I don't want the sect to fall apart in my hands."

"Visiting here? It would be easier to just go find him."

"Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu, if he doesn't come in a few days, let's go together. Doesn't he have two titles to protect him? We can't lose our reputation."

Hearing the voice, Chen Xin and Gu Rong's faces still looked bad.

"Feng Zhi, I want to remind you that the old guys in the Worship Hall are all above level 96. As far as I know, Qingluan's strength is level 97, and Guangling is one level lower."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and waved his hand.

"With my full support, why do you two still need to be afraid of them? They are just two Titled Douluo."

Chen Xin shook his head and sighed, flew in front of him, and explained seriously: "Feng Zhi, this is not a question of your assistance, but a question of whether the two of us can protect you."

As Titled Douluo, they naturally knew how big the gap was after breaking through level ninety-five. Gu Rong had never seen it before, but Chen Xin knew it clearly!

His father, Chen Jianjun, was a peak Douluo at level ninety-seven. He fought with Qian Daoliu in search of a breakthrough. Although he died, his strength was still so powerful that he could not match it.

At this level, one of the opponents is a strong attack type, and the other slightly weaker one is also an extremely strong single strong attack type.

"Feng Zhi, it's better not to take the initiative."

Chen Xin himself was not afraid, and was even eager to try, but the two of them had to care about Ning Fengzhi's safety.

What if the other party doesn’t follow martial ethics?
Seeing that both of them were like this, Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Three days later -
The soldiers in Tiandou City had already searched the area and returned to their original posts.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan didn't want to wait any longer, so he called two priests and planned to fly directly into the palace to find Qian Renxue.

As a result, they met the Thorny Porpoise Douluo who came out to look for them halfway.

"The young master has issued an order, asking the messenger and the third priest to enter the city." Cixue said in a low voice without looking at Feng Xuan, and then saluted Qingluan Douluo.

As soon as he stood up straight, he suddenly found a very familiar figure buying candied haws not far behind him.

"The Fifth Lord is here too?" He was extremely surprised to see this.

Guang Ling took a bite of the candied haws, glanced at Cixue, and said with pursed lips: "Why, do you have any objections? Can't I come out?"

Cixue shook his head quickly, "No, it's mainly because I've never seen two priests come out at the same time. Is this matter so important?"

"Don't think too much. We are here to assist. It depends on what Xue'er and Xuan'er think."

"Xuan'er." Cixue was slightly stunned and looked up at the back of the young man in front of him.

After a careful perception, he discovered that there was something wrong with the opponent's strength. "Sir, how old is he?"

"Twelve, almost thirteen."

"Soul Sect at this age?"

He couldn't help but click his tongue, no wonder he was valued by the priests.

The imperial city soon arrived.

Without waiting any longer, they flew in directly.

A moment later -
The majestic Prince's Palace came into view. The place where Qian Renxue lived was really not small.

As he stepped inside, Feng Xuan saw a familiar figure, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

He thought about it carefully and was sure that he had no impression of it. It must be an illusion.

"Young Master, the messenger and two priests have arrived."

"Elder Thornblood, please step back first."

Qian Renxue, who was reviewing documents with her head down, raised her head, saw the two figures, smiled and stood up and walked forward.

"Third Grandpa, Fifth Grandpa, you guys actually came. Let me see who dares to act so arrogantly and ask you two elders to escort us."

His eyes swept across the two of them and stopped on the young man.

"It's you?" Qian Renxue was a little surprised. Isn't this the strange guy she met last time in Tiandou Royal Academy?

I didn't expect to meet him here. Has he joined the Spirit Hall?

Looking at the other person with Xue Qinghe's face, he looks handsome.

Feng Xuan frowned, still having no impression.

"Have we met before?"

Qian Renxue circled around the man twice and whispered, "In the academy, I asked you what your martial spirit was, and you said it was auxiliary. In the end, you said you didn't want to fencing with me and ran away. Have you forgotten?"

After hearing this hint, he looked the other person up and down again, and then he remembered what happened before.

He smiled awkwardly: "I remember now. Hello, Your Highness. I am Feng Xuan, a disciple of the Great Priest."

The main reason was that Feng Xuan never thought about remembering the other person. At that time, he thought he was a noble with some strange hobbies, so naturally he didn't want to remember him.

And he also changed his clothes, which is really hard to remember.

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, "Grandpa's disciple?"

She hurried forward and tried to shake the other person's hand. This guy was the closest person to her.

But the other party suddenly took a step back.

"Sorry, I don't really like interacting with people." Feng Xuan forced a smile. If the other person approached him with a smile on his face, it would be easy to think of something wrong.

"Okay, sit down." Qian Renxue didn't force it and pointed to the reception area.

He took out the letter that Qian Daoliu had prepared for the other party, placed it on the table and pushed it in front of him.

She opened it casually and read the contents of the letter.

After reading a few lines, Qian Renxue's facial expression began to distort uncontrollably, and finally she couldn't stop twitching the corners of her mouth as she looked at Feng Xuan.

"Did grandpa really write this?"

"That's natural."

"Your name is Feng Xuan, right? The letter said that your talent is stronger than mine? Do you think it's true?"

"Maybe. I'm twelve years old, a Soul King."

".Aren't you a Soul Sect Master?" Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then asked with narrowed eyes.

Feng Xuan casually put a soul ring on his martial soul and then showed it off.

Five soul rings appeared and rotated one after another under his feet.

"Now I'm a Soul King."

Listening to this guy's calm tone, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Don't stop me, I'm going to chop him with the Angel's Holy Sword!
Suddenly remembering the word that the Education Committee had explained before, a faint light flashed in her hand, and then a long sword emitting golden light appeared.

"Are you interested in fencing with me?"

(End of this chapter)