Chapter 271 Visiting Qibao, it’s a younger brother
“Dad, how long do we have to wait?”
There was a crisp cry on the tall and spacious stage.
Ning Fengzhi is holding a girl with short pink hair and wearing a white skirt.
The face is small and delicate, as tender as a peeled lychee.
He has a touch of nobility.
Behind the father and daughter stood the tall Sword Douluo and the tall and strong Bone Douluo.
Ning Fengzhi lowered his eyes and smiled, making people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.
"Rongrong, just wait a little longer. Your fiancé is here."
"You will have to wait for him a lot in the future."
"But standing here is so boring."
Ning Rongrong grabbed Ning Fengzhi's palm with both hands and shook it gently.
She wanted to play.
Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to break away and gently rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.
"Rongrong, be obedient and wait a little longer, you can't"
"Humph!"
Waiting for Ning Fengzhi to finish.
Ning Rongrong pursed his lips angrily, crossed his arms over his chest, and said in a low voice:
"Rongrong knows that he is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace and cannot act nonsense."
“Just remember He Rongrong.”
Ning Fengzhi nodded lightly and patted the little melon.
Ning Rongrong groaned angrily, her bright eyes rolling around.
It is very smart and a bit ghostly.
“Fengzhi, here we come.”
Sword Douluo behind him suddenly said.
"Hey! It seems that this Holy Son is even more extraordinary than we imagined."
Bone Douluo smiled strangely, with curiosity in his eyes.
"Oh? Why did Uncle Bone say that?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo in confusion.
Sword Douluo said in surprise:
"That guy Salas is now acting as a groom for the Holy Son."
Hearing this.
Ning Fengzhi looked slightly startled, then revealed an inexplicable smile.
He is still very familiar with Salas's face.
It seems that the Holy Son does have means.
Looking down at her curious daughter, who was standing on tiptoes, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but become speechless.
"Let's go Rongrong, we should go down."
"Yes."
Ning Rongrong calmed down and nodded solemnly.
Finally stop standing here stupidly.
She was very curious
What the genius son who was often talked about by his father and others looked like.
If he is ugly, don’t play with him!
Ning Fengzhi and others slowly walked down the platform and stood at the entrance of the small town.
You can see the carriage with the Wuhun Palace logo in the distance.
The wheels are rolling
In the carriage, Qian Renjue is resting on Lingyuan Douluo's lap and catching up on his sleep.
Lingyuan raised her hand and gently opened the curtain to investigate.
"Your Highness, we are almost there."
"Yes."
Qian Renjue responded softly and squeezed into Lingyuan's arms.
I am about to get up as soon as I feel sleepy.
“…”
Lingyuan’s beautiful lips pursed into a smile, and she caressed Qian Renjue’s handsome face.
Silently waiting for the carriage to stop.
At the same time.
Behind the carriage where Qian Renjue was sitting, an equally luxurious car was slowly approaching.
That is the car belonging to the imperial prince.
Half a quarter of an hour.
The carriage braked, trembling rapidly and then stopped steadily.
Salas ignored Ning Fengzhi and others.
He is now playing the role of a subordinate, but he cannot overstep his authority.
Looking back, he reminded:
"Your Highness, Elder Lingyuan, the Qibao Glazed Sect has arrived."
"Okay."
A somewhat troubled voice sounded.
Qian Renjue was in the carriage, rubbing his face and wiping away his sleepiness.
Lingyuan arranged his clothes thoughtfully.
At the gate of the city, Ning Rongrong held her hands in front of her, her eyes full of curiosity.
And a little bit of expectation.
soon.
The carriage door curtain was opened by Ling Yuan, and Qian Renjue took the lead in stepping out of the carriage. His face was calm and his eyes were bright.
Lush blond hair hangs naturally on the back of her head, and there is a certain calmness between her brows.
The face is fair but strong, with clear edges and corners.
Wearing a white robe with gold patterns.
If you take it off and unfold it, you can find that the golden lines on it are like the six wings of an angel.
Everything about him exudes nobility and confidence.
Lingyuan Douluo's tall figure was guarding him, looking around.
Ning Rongrong blinked her bright beautiful eyes, feeling amazed.
Qian Renjue looked forward and easily noticed several figures coming out of the city to greet him.
During the last Soul Master Competition.
He once met Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.
Qian Ren walked forward unhurriedly, bowed slightly and greeted:
"Junior Qian Renjue, I have met Sect Master Ning, two seniors, Jian and Gu."
"The Holy Son has come from afar, so there is no need to be so polite."
Ning Fengzhi behaves elegantly and speaks easy-going.
Looking at the young man in front of me, I was very surprised. It was completely difficult for him to see the reality.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo nodded slightly as a response.
Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at this so-called fiancé.
At present, it seems that apart from being good-looking, there is nothing special about it.
This is no place to talk outside.
Not too much politeness here.
Ning Fengzhi raised his hand to guide and invited with a smile:
"Holy Son, it's still early, why don't we go inside to rest for a while."
"Well, Lao Ning is there. The sect leader is worried.”
Qian Renjue nodded slightly, just as he just wanted to sit still.
I am really tired of always saying polite words.
“Please!”
Ning Fengzhi smiled and walked side by side with Qian Renjue.
I took the time to say hello to Ling Yuan Douluo and Salas.
Stepping into the town under the jurisdiction of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Qian Renjue’s eyes brightened slightly.
It is worthy of being a sect with wealth that rivals the country.
The buildings on both sides of the street are of the same style, similar and row upon row.
It seems that it was jointly organized and funded by Qibao.
There are quite a few residents among them, and they are all fairly well-dressed.
Qian Renjue can understand this.
The Qibao Glazed Sect is a sect mainly composed of auxiliary soul masters.
The fighting spirit masters among them are mainly drawn from civilians.
The small towns built around this area also contain considerable potential.
Ning Fengzhi's skill in observing words and colors is naturally excellent.
The admiration in Qian Renjue's eyes couldn't help but make him feel a little complacent.
But I thought of Qian Renjue’s strategy of removing the firepower from under the cauldron.
He could only be speechless secretly.
Sword Douluo stared at Qian Renjue's back and said coldly:
"Has the Holy Son broken through to the Soul Saint?"
"Huh?"
Qian Renjue was slightly startled.
Ignoring Sword Douluo’s straightforward words, he nodded truthfully.
"Senior Chen Xin has a sharp eye."
"This junior has just broken through level seventy, and the soul ring is being prepared."
Hearing Qian Renjue's words.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo’s eyes quickly showed surprise.
“As expected.”
Sword Douluo’s face looked slightly confused.
Just now he couldn't pry out anything about Qian Ren, so he had no choice but to ask.
After learning the truth.
Even though he had already guessed and prepared, he couldn't help but be frightened.
He sincerely praised:
“The talent of the Holy Son is truly unparalleled in ancient and modern times.”
"Well, I can't say that Guan Jue is the best in ancient and modern times. It's just that he has better luck."
Qian Renjue blushed and smiled sarcastically after being praised.
After all, he has a sister riding on his head. Compared with the two, he is just a younger brother.
"Haha. The Holy Son is too modest."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help laughing.
“If you can reach this point just by luck, other geniuses in the world will become a joke.”
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)