Douluo: This soul master is too involuntarily involved

First School North.

Longshou Mountain, the rock wall has been eroded over the years, forming a snake head, with one peach tree and two plants, from a distance, like a dragon, hence the name "dragon head".

Although it is summer, the snow on Longshou Mountain is still there, and the height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach has created this unique snow scene.

La Xue plum blossoms are also difficult to compete with this enchanting and unbearable peach blossom.

Peachy color, wind and snow make good sleeves.

Tread-tread-tread-

Stepped lightly, without leaving half a footprint.

The personable, proud and lonely dust heart slowly came to the peach tree.

A mouthful of white mist spat out, scattered in the wind and snow.

Dusty Xin didn't say much, but it was difficult to hide the sadness on his body.

"I said, what kind of poetry at this time."

"Just your seven-killing sword breaking martial soul, what else can be left here?"

"But yes, if you don't look at the meeting, you can't see it, alas-"

The voice is hoarse, like the wind blowing leaves down.

Bone Douluo, who had a strong skeleton and a few locks of white hair on his head, walked over with his back hand, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if teasing someone could get great pleasure.

"Uncle Bone, Uncle Sword will have a big battle later."

"This is the key to adjusting your spirit, I see..."

Before Ning Feng finished speaking, Gu Rong waved his hand to stop him.

"He is a man in his hundred years, where is there any adjustment, what is so pretentious."

"The sword of Kendo Dust Heart will never be dusted."

Swish!

As soon as the palm of the ancient banyan was sent, it was like a dandelion blown by the wind, and all the splendid peach blossoms that originally bloomed were carved with the wind.

Uh --

Ning Feng was speechless for a while.

No, Uncle Bone, are you belittling or praising you?

Dusty looked at Gu Rong speechlessly, do you want me to lose, or do you want me to win, what kind of mess is made at this time?!

Gu Rong smiled and teased:

"The sword of Kendo Dust Heart will not be dusted, but it is not harmful to lose once or twice once in a while."

"Moreover, what is the embarrassment of losing to a rising star, the first day of today's soul master class?"

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, it's no big deal to lose, just do your best, haven't you lost in your dusty heart?"

Dust's eyes changed suddenly, and after a while, he slowly nodded.

"Thank you!"

Gu Rong immediately stopped, "Don't! I'm not comforting you. "

"Actually, I really want to see you lose, and then there will be a handle to squeeze you."

Gu Rong had a bad smile on his face and seemed to be impatient.

Dustheart: "...".

Bitter smile shook his head, Chenxin did not care about this, under careful inspection, the look in his eyes gradually condensed together.

Yes, this battle, he was not so calm at the beginning of the heart.

Su Ming's talent and strength are obvious to all.

He had already lost once on the sword before, and since it was a sword discussion, it was fine.

But once the fighting soul loses, it will definitely be a devastating blow to his reputation of Kendo Dust Heart.

Su Ming, only 14 years old!!

Not absolutely sure of defeating Su Ming's confusion, disturbed by the reputation that he didn't care about before, the dusty heart mentality was heavy.

Such a mentality ...

Even if the battle is fought with 120,000 points of attention, it still cannot exert its full strength.

The vast snowfall gradually covered Chenxin's shoulders, and the latter stood motionless in place.

It seemed that he was not threatening, but the snow around the dust center seemed to slow down.

The white snow on the soles of the feet melted outward in a circle, revealing the hard and dark cold stone.

The snowflakes seem to be disturbed by some kind of magic, turning into circles of snow rings, moving irregularly around the dust center, and the rhythm slowly becomes synchronized.

Sensing that the Dust Heart's fighting intent and sword momentum were rising, Gu Rong and Ning Feng looked at each other, and then consciously walked aside.

At this time, the dust heart moved.

His right hand was clenched into a sword finger, and he used his hand as a sword, his movements sometimes slow, sometimes electrified, and everything around him seemed to be driven by him.

For a time, the wind and snow were great, and the peach blossoms flew...

Although no soul power was released, he could sense that the dust heart at this moment was extremely dangerous.

Like a powder keg full of explosives - whoever touches dies !!

After a while, someone came again.

The white coat is flickering, the person who comes with his legs cracked, sitting domineeringly on a stone on the top of the mountain, and the deep and superb aura makes people shout terrifying.

Gu Rong's heart stirred, and he subconsciously blocked in front of Ning Feng.

"Fengzhi, this person is by no means an idle person, be careful!"

It's him!!

Ning Fengzhi's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask out loud:

"Friend, I wonder when Su Ming Xiaoyou will come?"

Tang Hao shook his head slightly, then stopped moving, and the whole person sat there motionless like an ice sculpture.

He came only because he received the news and came to be lively and learn more about someone's strength.

The rest, it's not about him ...

Gu Rong frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at Ning Fengzhi.

——What is the identity of the person in front of you?

Ning Fengzhi raised the corner of his eyebrows, as if thinking about something, after a while, he bowed his head slightly, but when Gu Rong wanted to act, he was interrupted by his wave of his hand.

Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi suspiciously, and the latter only shook his head slightly and did not explain.

Ning Fengzhi was also extremely curious about Tang Hao's identity in his heart, if Gu Rong made a move, nine times out of ten he would be able to glimpse the clue.

But right now, it's really not the best time.

As time went on, more and more people came.

Daming, Dugubo, Zao Wou-ki, Tang San, Xiao Wu...

Except for the freshmen of the first school, almost all the people who should have come here to witness this legendary battle.

The figures are all over the place, and the snow is overshadowed.

Tang San didn't say hello to Tang Hao, and Ning Rongrong didn't chat with Ning Fengzhi, but Gu Rong didn't care at all, accompanying Rong Rong's unscrupulous small talk.

"Rong Rong, give your bone grandfather a breath, what is the strength of your dean?"

"I heard that he is only fourteen years old, and his strength can really be a battle with those two goods?"

"Of course!" Ning Rongrong didn't hesitate, his little face flushed and proud.

"That guy can't be measured by common sense!"

"He won't do anything unsure!"

"Moreover, it's good that Grandpa Jian loses, if he wins, it will be miserable, and he will definitely fight endlessly."

Hiss——

Hearing this, Gu Rong's goosebumps rose.

"Are you saying that he can't afford to lose, and will continue to pester people until he defeats the old swordhead?"

"I don't mean that, I mean, he will keep trying, and then Grandpa Jian will be miserable..."

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong also felt that his body was cold, which Xiao Wu told him.

Su Ming rarely lies on his stomach for months in a place of failure, and he can collapse people if he survives!

Gu Rong: .......

Otherwise, old swordhead, you still admit defeat, right?

Admit defeat, no shame!!

Touching his chin cunningly, Gu Rong seemed to have thought of something interesting, and the corners of his raised mouth could not be suppressed at all.

Ning Rongrong poked his elbow and asked speechlessly: "Grandpa Bone, you are expecting Grandpa Jian to lose, right?" "

Gu Rong's old face suddenly turned red.

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

"How could I possibly do such a thing after decades of friendship with your Grandpa Jian?!"

I, Gu Rong, just don't want him to be pestered all the time!!