Douluo's life to the end

Chapter 390 The Cracked Mask

When Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo left with the thousand elite soul masters, those who ate melons felt a sense of relief.

If we say that when the thousand elite soul masters showed their soul rings, the melon eaters of the soul master academy were shocked.

Then, when two Title Douluo appeared, their hearts felt like being strangled.

Afterwards, Xue Qinghe fully demonstrated his imperial education since he was a child.

After the enemy retreated, he immediately and methodically began to command the Royal Knights.

Pull the undamaged carriage to the front, rescue the horses, and restore the formation.

After a while, except for the dead horses, most of the [-] Royal Knights recovered their combat effectiveness.

Xue Qinghe returned to Ning Fengzhi after finishing what he should do, and said respectfully: "Teacher, what do you think we should do next?"

Ning Fengzhi said solemnly: "Go ahead according to the original plan. They have already completed their mission, and they will probably not make a comeback."

"Teacher, is that girl special? Is Wuhun Hall so fanciful?"

Xue Qinghe lowered his voice, and asked Ning Fengzhi with a voice like fine lines.

Xue Qinghe couldn't understand Wuhundian's actions this time.

Two title Douluo, a dozen Soul Douluo, dozens of Soul Saints, hundreds of Soul Emperors and Soul Kings.

It seems that there are only 1000 people, but this kind of configuration of the soul master army is enough to resist 50 troops head-on.

If he, Xue Qinghe, can command this army of soul masters, then he can pull Xue Ye off the dragon chair right now.

Therefore, in Xue Qinghe's eyes, Wuhundian's move is like using a nuclear bomb to hit mosquitoes.

Inhumane! ! !
"Qinghe, I remember that when you suppressed the bandits a few years ago, you dispatched an army of 2, but there were only 2000 bandits. Why did you choose to dispatch an army of 2?"

Ning Fengzhi did not answer Xue Qinghe directly, but asked another question.

"Ah, because Qinghe has 20 troops under his control, so it's reasonable to dispatch 2 to carry out dimension reduction strikes."

Although he didn't understand why Ning Fengzhi asked this question, Xue Qinghe still answered truthfully.

"Hehe, look, you have already answered the question you asked just now." Ning Fengzhi said with a calm smile.

"I answered myself? Teacher, what are you talking about? Why can't Qinghe listen at all?"

Xue Qinghe's words got stuck in his throat before he could speak.

Gradually, Xue Qinghe's expression became more and more ugly, he wanted to understand what Ning Fengzhi's words meant.

Two title Douluo, a dozen Soul Douluo, dozens of Soul Saints, hundreds of Soul Emperors and Soul Kings.

This powerful army of soul masters may only be one-fifth or even one-tenth of the strength of the Spirit Hall.

Just mobilizing one-fifth or one-tenth of the power, is this called fanfare?
This is called routine operation! ! !

"Teacher, is Wuhundian really so terrifying?"

As the crown prince of a country, Xue Qinghe's skills in nourishing qi are quite good, and he came back to his senses in just a moment.

"These things are still too early for you now, and knowing too much will do you harm rather than benefit."

Ning Fengzhi said lightly.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi like this, Xue Qinghe didn't want to continue asking.

Under Xue Qinghe's arrangement, the whole team continued to move forward, but the atmosphere became obviously tense.

The carriage of Shrek Academy became the focus of many academies at this moment.

However, after Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin also boarded the carriage, the eyes of these melon-eating crowd stopped here.

Tang San in the carriage was already in the late stage of depression.

This symptom is understandable.
Ning Rongrong in the carriage stared at her father Ning Fengzhi, and asked, "Papa, why didn't you and Grandpa Jian come to save me just now, you scared Rongrong to death."

Ning Fengzhi sighed, and said: "Rongrong, you should know who those two Titled Douluo are and what forces they belong to."

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, and said: "I've played with that Pope's Decree since I was a child. The flower and ghost shadow are the Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo from the Spirit Hall. I know them all when they turn into ashes."

"That's right, in the entire world of soul masters, the only one that can easily mobilize thousands of high-ranking soul masters is the Spirit Hall."

Regarding Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong didn't have any objections, even though there were more than a hundred Soul Sages and Contras in their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, this is the full strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

These Soul Saints and Contras are distributed in various branches of the mainland, guarding important strongholds such as Qibao Bank and merchants.

It is very difficult to mobilize them, it is impossible to do it like Wuhundian, just do it as soon as you say it.

"The reason why Uncle Jian and I didn't go there was because Black Feather Douluo was there, and it was the same for us in the past. It could even be said that Black Feather Douluo was there just to wait for someone to show up."

When Ning Fengzhi said this, he looked at Tang San, his meaning was self-evident.

When Tang San heard what Ning Fengzhi said, he understood.

The person that Black Feather Douluo is waiting for is his papa, Haotian Douluo, Tang Ritian.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tang San's fists gradually clenched, the nails on the fingertips pierced into the palm of his hand, a stream of scarlet blood flowed down, dripping on the carriage.

Insane, with a human face and a beast's heart, a snake and a scorpion's heart, the Wuhun Palace is not as good as a pig or a dog!
It wasn't enough to catch my sister, but she even wanted to kill my daddy!

The pain you inflicted on me, the calamity you imposed on my parents, the hatred that bullied my sister.

I, Tang San, swear to the sky that one day, I will destroy the Wuhun Hall and wipe out all of them.

"Uncle Ning, do you know why Wuhundian wanted to arrest my sister?"

Tang San stared at Ning Fengzhi with a very calm tone.

And Ning Fengzhi was also looking directly at Tang San's face.

I don't know if it was Ning Fengzhi's illusion, but he seemed to see several slight cracks appearing on Tang San's face.

Tang San's face was like a mask that had been worn for a long time and had cracks, it was uncertain when it would be scrapped.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, and looked intently again.

Tang San's face was the same as usual, ordinary, upright and kind, pure and pure
"If my predictions are correct, there should be two purposes for Spirit Hall's move."

Ning Fengzhi first put those strange things to the back of his mind, then thought for a while, and said to Tang San.

"Appreciate further details!"

Tang San smiled and said very sincerely.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi unexpectedly saw a slight crack appear on Tang San's face again.

In the next second, it disappeared without a trace.

This scene made Ning Fengzhi frowned, not knowing why.

He wondered if there was something wrong with his brain.

"Uncle Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Tang San's shout brought back Ning Fengzhi's thoughts.

(End of this chapter)