Douluo: Spirit Research Diary

Seven months is just a fleeting moment in a long life.

And now, seven months later, it is the graduation day for the students of Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

This year is Han Tao’s sixth year of traveling.

Tang San and Xiao Wu took the recommendation letter from Yu Xiaogang's hand, left Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, passed through the dense Star Dou Forest, and arrived at a new location: Soto City.

The Rose Hotel will welcome two guests, and a conflict will break out with the resident evil-eyed white tiger.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Han Tao.

At this moment, he was rushing to the Qibao Glazed Sect to participate in the sect's annual assessment.

"Han Tao!"

Soul power, level 23.

Yes, in seven months, the soul power has only increased by two levels.

But what they got in exchange was an improvement in their cultivation foundation and knowledge base.

Perhaps for other soul masters, this kind of gain would only make them laugh.

But for Han Tao, it is the foundation for building tall buildings and an indispensable part in the growth of soul power.

When Ning Fengzhi saw this, he nodded slightly. There were many worse people in the sect than Han Tao.

For example, Wolong-Ningtian

"Next one, Ning Tian!"

A young man with dark circles on his head and sloppy steps came to the center of the school grounds.

"Why, the library can't contain your inner elegance?"

"I wonder. What kind of talent is it that can create such a masterpiece?"

Ning Fengzhi looked strangely and took out a copy of "History of the Development of Imperial Romantic Culture" from the drawer of the podium at the venue.

This book is the result of Mr. Wolong's research over the past year.

Han Tao has read this masterpiece (not)

It contains extremely obscure drawings, as well as the historical development trajectory of the customs industry, as well as the impact of different stages of the customs industry on the culture, economy, and soul masters of the empire.

Although Wolong Ningtian is obsessed with "love" things, he has at least conducted intensive research and study, and has produced certain results under the influence of his ears and eyes.

"Okay, I won't fine you your salary this year."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and gave instructions to Manager Ning.

After Ning Tian heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light.

Not deducting salary can be understood to mean that salary deduction will not continue this year, or it can also be understood that the salary reduction last year will be canceled this year.

One is to keep the original position, and the other is to increase the salary. It all depends on Ning Tian's understanding. He decided to make a good operation. If Ning Fengzhi didn't explain clearly, I can't be blamed.

After Wolong, there is Fengxiao.

The next one is Ning Rongrong.

"The theoretical score has never exceeded 30 points. Ning Rongrong, tell me what is going on?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at her daughter calmly.

As expected, where Ning Rongrong is present, the painting style will definitely not be normal.

"It's not that my theory is not good enough, it's that the theory they studied is wrong!"

"I think the most important thing for assisting a soul master is to find strong teammates."

"As long as your teammates are strong enough and your teammates are strong enough, these theories are meaningless."

Han Tao didn't refute, maybe she was right, it was me who had lost my foresight.

This is what she did in the original work. Unexpectedly, she actually found her thighs, the thickest thighs in Douluo Continent.

Great cleverness, indeed worthy of his reputation.

As Rongrong finished speaking, the atmosphere gradually became awkward. Even the mature and prudent Ning Fengzhi was not worthy of answering.

He touched his beard, considered it over and over, and finally asked a tentative question.

"What kind of teammates do you need?"

Ning Rongrong bit her finger and answered, "Yeah, it's like Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone."

"They said they would protect me for the rest of my life."

came an innocent voice.

Perhaps, under the protection of two titled Douluo, this was her truest thought.

"And I also want to find my teammates in person!"

There was a hint of longing in the little girl's eyes, as if she was imagining what kind of beautiful world there was outside the sect.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of spirituality, eyes that had not been tainted by knowledge.

Han Tao guessed: The ancestors of the Qibao Glazed Pagoda had once been born in the "digital field" in the book, and exhaustively calculated all kinds of data to reach the most accurate conclusion.

And this part of the calculation is passed down along with the genes and turns into innate "spiritual awareness".

Ning Rongrong undoubtedly possesses this part of "spiritual awareness".

Of course, this is just a guess. Guessing is different from conjecture. Guessing can be very bold.

After hearing his daughter's words, Ning Fengzhi's expression didn't change, as if he hadn't seen her for a year, and he had already mastered "Emotions and Anger Invisible in Color".

Or perhaps, the encounter between Ning Rongrong and Shrek was what he had expected.

"If you think so, then go ahead and do it. I won't stop you."

Regarding Ning Rongrong's thoughts, Ning Fengzhi unexpectedly gave a positive answer.

Han Tao was stunned.

Just let her go like this without sending someone to protect her? This is your daughter, why is she so big-hearted?

Han Tao looked at the sect leader in confusion, only to see him wave his hand casually, acquiescing to Ning Rongrong's departure.

"Han Tao!" A clear female voice rang in my ears: "You are also an auxiliary soul master. Go out with me to find your teammates."

Turning his head, he saw a pair of eyes full of longing and hope.

Um!

The idea of ​​​​looking for teammates, maybe not.

But the desire to go out and play is not only there, but also all over my face.

"Forget it, it's too dangerous outside."

He could feel a cold aura coming from a distance.

If he agreed to her, the end might not be so good.

And Han Tao was unwilling to go out with this lady. Two auxiliary soul masters with no fighting power, running out to train together, so-called looking for teammates?

Oh, my God, what an outrageous idea.

"You don't want to go out, but there are many people who are willing!" Ning Rongrong was very angry.

Pouting and stomping her feet.

Her eyes swept among the disciples of the sect, and finally found Ning Tian, ​​the big complainer!

Ning Tian was unwilling to agree, and he didn't dare to agree.

The secret voice transmission from Ning Fengzhi, with the whistling cold wind, had already broken into the ear:

"If you dare to agree, don't even think about taking a penny of this year's salary!"

So Ning Tian refused.

Ning Rongrong cried when she heard it, and was heartbroken at such a young age.

But it happened again and again, not again and again.

"Again and again" is the behavior of a determined person. Han Tao and Ning Tian's rejection hit her fragile heart, and her playful voice even had a hint of crying.

She didn't look for the next unlucky person, glared angrily, and ran away from the training ground.

As Ning Rongrong left, the training ground suddenly fell into silence.

"You are so brave."

Many disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect looked at Han Tao and Ning Tian with strange eyes.

"Sword Douluo is going crazy"

Ning Tian approached Han Tao and whispered.

Han Tao heard it and immediately stepped back.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a famous Title Douluo in Douluo Continent, would not tolerate being humiliated, and he also took into account the ritual of the sect assessment.

Seven Killing Swords!

The vast soul power pressure came from the center, and the marble floor in the training ground cracked one after another, and the air wave pushed the gravel to spread outward layer by layer.

"Waves!"

"A grand wave!"

A warm sensation came over the face, and a faint salty smell rushed into the nose. The Seven Killing Sword had not been unsheathed, but its extremely sharp edge had already slashed across everyone's cheeks.

Then, there was a mighty wave of air.

In the training ground, all the sect disciples were knocked to the ground by the wave of air.