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Those rising stars from various sects spent a month under Lin Feng's personal guidance.
Even if they return to their own sect, with this sense of loss and the desire to pursue something stronger, can they really stay in their own sect?
Everyone else is getting stronger in the Spirit Hall, but I've returned to where I was before.
They're probably scrambling to get it back.
This is yet another open conspiracy.
Each acquisition of a soul ring requires the condensation of a soul vein, coupled with advanced theoretical guidance.
The geniuses of the same generation did not meet in the Soul Master Competition.
On the contrary, now that they have gathered in advance at the Spirit Hall, no spirit master would want to stay away from this kind of environment, right?
Over time, it wouldn't be unreasonable to refer to this group of younger generations as hostages within the Spirit Hall.
Even in the future, with Lin Feng as their half-teacher, how could these forces and sects possibly harbor any hatred towards the Spirit Hall?
Sword Douluo opened his mouth.
"Fengzhi, so you mean..."
You have already…
Ning Fengzhi nodded:
"It was both a blessing and a curse for Lin Feng to appear in this era."
We should have chosen our side early on, as we can tell from his previous attitude towards Yu Yuanzhen.
He is not a conciliatory person.
Sword Douluo frowned:
"This matter... is up to you. After all, you are the sect leader, and Old Bone Dragon and I don't want to dwell on these things..."
Ning Fengzhi nodded: "Then, Uncle Jian, you stay here and protect Rongrong. I'll return to the sect first."
"Okay, remember not to let that old bone dragon come over. I'm enough to protect Rongrong on my own."
Ning Fengzhi grinned, thinking about the two granddaughters vying for his favor.
…………
On the way to the Spirit Hall's Scripture Pavilion, Ning Rongrong curiously observed Lin Feng.
He's fairly handsome, which suits my taste.
The sound is also quite nice.
It's just that their speech doesn't quite reflect their own wishes.
My dad says he's the number one theorist in the world of Soul Masters right now, but I don't know if that's true or not.
He has strong theoretical knowledge, but what about his actual abilities?
People say he's 18, but he can't possibly already be a Soul King, can he?!
His martial soul is a bead, while mine is a tower; neither of them seem to be ordinary martial souls...
"Here we are."
Lin Feng said softly, letting go of Ning Rongrong's hand and patting her head.
"You, what are you doing!"
Ning Rongrong took a few steps back, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and touched the top of her head.
"what happened?"
Ning Rongrong said fiercely.
"Grandpa Bone said that girls shouldn't let anyone touch the top of their heads, or they won't grow tall!"
If I don't grow taller in the future, you'll be responsible!
Lin Feng was amused by her:
"Okay, I'll take responsibility, I'll take responsibility."
"Okay, this will be where you study for the next month."
Ning Rongrong looked at the unremarkable room.
Two walls were filled with books.
Two desks, a bed, and a coffee table.
It has its own open-air balcony with some green plants, and the overall style is simple and tidy.
"That's it? My bookstore is much nicer than this."
Lin Feng waved his hand: "You're here to learn, not to travel."
It's just martial spirit theory; there's no need for such a nice room. I studied here back then.
Ning Rongrong walked around.
Suddenly, it stopped beside the bed.
She took a sniff.
Looking at Lin Feng with a mocking expression:
"It smells like you, but it also seems to have several different scents. Do you often bring girls here?"
……
You can smell that?
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Let's get back to your story."
There are no classes today.
"I'm just helping you to condense your soul veins. Come over here and sit cross-legged."
Ning Rongrong blinked her round eyes.
Then, following Lin's instructions, he sat down on the bed.
However, there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.
"You wouldn't attack me, would you?!"
Lin Feng sighed, thinking, "Should I say this or not? No wonder she's the little devil who could say 'I have two big loaves of bread' when she was only 11 years old."
He's even more of a rogue than some other mischievous rabbit.
"What are you thinking about! Sit still!"
"Concentrate, release your martial spirit and spirit rings, and leave the rest to me."
A long time passed.
Ning Rongrong looked at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand with some surprise, now devoid of its spirit rings.
"The seven treasures have names, the first of which is strength."
A red light fell on her, and Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.
"Just like Dad said."
Okay, Lin Feng, I accept you.
Ning Rongrong pointed at Lin Feng with a haughty air.
Lin Feng tapped her on the head in an annoyed tone.
"Don't be so disrespectful! Call me Teacher Lin Feng!"
“You you you!
You hit me again! Do you believe I'll tell Dad and Grandpas?!
Lin Feng chuckled:
"Go ahead, your sword-wielding grandfather should be waiting outside right now. See what his reaction will be when you talk to him?"
Believe it or not, even if I spank you until your ass is raw, they won't care.
Lava appeared in Lin Feng's hand, continuously being refined. Finally, a stream of water flowed slowly through him, and with a golden light, an iron rod appeared in his hand.
I took it in my hand and tapped it.
"Gudu..."
Ning Rongrong looked at the iron rod in Lin Feng's hand with some panic. Was this guy serious?
Want to teach yourself a lesson with something like this?
"Stop! I was just kidding! Teacher Lin Feng is the best, he wouldn't treat Rongrong badly, right?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her innocent big eyes, looking pitifully at Lin Feng who was walking towards her.
Lin Feng casually tossed the iron rod aside, and with a flash of light, it disappeared into the void.