Chapter 122 Collective breakthrough!Rongrong is left to you! [Additional update·Request for leave on the 23rd]
Tang Hao: "Your ring-explosion skills are too rough."
Faced with Tang Hao's comments, Tang Lan chuckled.
His explosive ring is indeed very rough.
It is completely based on the characteristics of "destructive power".
otherwise,
He had no soul power, but he couldn't pour it into the Lei Yan Haotian Hammer.
He took out a pile of Ten Thousand Years Fire Ganoderma and stuffed it to Tang Hao.
"Dad, fire-attribute medicine can accelerate the state of Nine Yang Divine Art."
Tang Hao nodded and accepted, feeling deeply relieved.
My son has grown up!
He can now take care of his old father.
Not bad!
Just happy,
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Tang San standing up, having finished absorbing the minor ninth-grade purple mushroom.
He immediately put away his smile.
But the sharp-eyed Tang San still saw it.
He rolled his eyes. Dad was in a good mood?
or Let's go see if we can do any good?
——After all, he is Tang Hao's son. Even if he gets angry again, he will not deny his son, right?
Tang San walked forward with a smile on his face and said with a smile——
"Dad, I was wrong before."
"I have accepted a disciple, and I plan to pass on this skill."
"Don't be angry with me."
Tang Hao sneered and turned around, not bothering to pay attention to Tang San.
Just flew away.
——If he stays any longer, he is afraid that he will beat this guy to death! The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched.
He's here to admit his mistake. As a father, can't you be more generous? Seeing that the wool was not gathered.
Tang San could only look at Tang Lan, his eyes full of grievance.
"Brother, Dad isn't so angry, right?"
Yo! Are you still wronged?
Tang Lan covered his face, as if he was tired.
But he still reassured her——
"Don't worry, little mistress. Dad is just angry. I will persuade him later."
It fully demonstrated the speechlessness and doting towards the selfish younger brother.
Tang San wasn't stupid either.
I know that what I did is deeply sorry for my brother.
I didn’t continue this topic.
"Brother, how was the conversation between you and the prince about the Eight Treasures Ruyi Soft Armor earlier?"
Tang Lan shook his head regretfully.
"I originally planned to use your 8000-year-old ninth-grade purple mushroom to try to exchange it with Qinghe."
"But now."
Tang San's face turned green!
If only we knew that the underage ninth-grade Zizhi was intended to be used for this.
He would rather not absorb it!
"Then what should we do?" Tang San said anxiously: "Brother, you must have other ways, right? You..."
An idea flashed in Tang San's mind! He blurted out: "Brother, if you can bring out so many jelly herbs, are you discovering a cornucopia of medicines?"
This guy finally reacted.
Tang Lan glanced at Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong.
It means something -
"Little three!"
"These fairy grasses are all treasures that Dad has worked hard to collect over the years."
"Some of them were exchanged with Poison Douluo."
"What a cornucopia of drugs, it doesn't exist."
Having said that But who believes it?
after all,
Tang Lan just gave Tang Hao a ninth-grade purple mushroom and a pile of Ten Thousand Years Fire Ganoderma.
——If it’s Tang Hao’s own, do you still need to give it to me?
But Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong had a tacit understanding that could not be broken.
I even realized Tang Lan's subtext - there is nothing here, and you have never seen anything.
The two sects have a close relationship, and behind Tang Lan there is Haotian Douluo and even the Haotian Sect.
Ning Fengzhi was naturally willing to cooperate.
He smiled and said: "I heard in the early years that Haotian Mian likes to collect medicinal herbs. Now it seems that we have benefited."
Tang San blinked in confusion.
ha? Is this really the case? "Young mistress." Tang Lan changed the subject and said, "How much promotion have you received?"
mention this.
Tang San was a little depressed.
The ninth-grade purple zhizhi is mainly for strengthening the roots and cultivating the vitality, and his one is underage.
so. "It only increased one level of soul power." Tang San said helplessly: "Brother, you don't have anything else."
"Hahaha - everyone is awake!"
Oscar cheered, interrupting Tang San's inquiry.
"I'm level 38!"
"The soul power has been increased by a full 6 levels!"
"I'm almost catching up with Boss Dai!"
"And I can feel it!"
"I have only absorbed less than one-tenth of the medicinal power of the eight-petal fairy orchid!"
"The rest is still hidden in my body, accelerating my cultivation for a long time!"
"Hahaha--"
I am so excited for Oscar, I put my arms on my hips and look up to the sky with a smile.
"Then you will be disappointed."
Dai Mubai put on his coat and said slowly——
"On the way here, I broke through level 39."
"It's level 40 now."
"The specific level can only be known after absorbing the soul ring."
"But it must be at least level 43. This fairy grass is so suitable for the Nine Yang Magic!"
Oscar was not discouraged and still smiled happily.
"I am a food major and I am one year younger than you. Isn't it normal to be a few levels behind?"
"And you've absorbed almost all the medicine, and mine can still continue to accelerate!"
"I don't know for sure in the end, I'll be titled Douluo before you do!"
Dai Mubai also smiled happily.
Until now,
He felt that everything seemed like a dream.
So unreal! The two thought about it for a while.
Only to find that no one answered.
Take a quick look. They saw Ning Rongrong holding the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong staring closely at the martial spirit, their faces flushed and extremely excited! At first glance, Oscar felt that something was wrong. "Eh? Ninth floor?" Dai Mubai glared: "Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda evolved into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda?"
These words were like a switch, making the scene immediately boiling! "It actually evolved? I thought I was wrong!" Zhao Wuji scratched his head.
"Oh my God! The martial soul has evolved!" Shui Yue'er's eyes were full of envy.
"The sect leader is indeed right! He knows how to evolve the martial soul!" Shui Bing'er was full of expectations.
As the person involved, Ning Rongrong kept looking at Tang Lan.
Although that Qiluo tulip was "traded".
But are the two values equivalent? It can’t be said that it’s half sale and half free, it’s just a fracture discount!
Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda!
The shortcomings of the Qibao Glazed Sect were made up for by her! Unimaginable How is the auxiliary effect of the Titled Douluo-level Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda buggy?
"Rong, Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi said in a trembling voice, "Uncle Gu has prepared a soul beast for you. You can absorb the soul ring and have a look."
Gu Rong raised his hand.
The bone prison reappeared, this time imprisoning an earth-violent bear.
Tang Lan only glanced at it. It can be seen that its age is 3400 years.
Ning Rongrong took whale gum and gained 1200 years.
In addition to its own limit, the limit soul ring is around 2900.
The extra 500 years were due to Tang Lan's presence.
But Today is different from the past, too conservative!
"It's a bit low." Tang Lan said: "Ning Rongrong's physical limit is 4400 years."
The physical limit Tang Lan talks about is the limit that can be instantly exploded by soul power.
As long as the person doesn't disappear instantly.
The Blue Silver Emperor, the life soul in Tang Lan's left hand, was devoured, and the right leg bone of the Blue Silver Emperor, the life soul in his right hand, was restored.
It's hard to die.
"Then it's still troublesome for Lan Di. You have to take action yourself."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said——
"If you want to thank me, I won't say much more."
"From now on, the child Rongrong will be left to you, Lan Di."
what this said Very ambiguous!
Leave it to Tang Lan to train? Let's leave it to Tang Lan. Ning Rongrong's face turned red and she looked away unnaturally.
But he didn't object.
Silence is the default, which is also interesting! Complementing yesterday’s update. Wait!
Will there be more updates today?
Okay, let’s continue typing and I’ll post it around ten o’clock.
(End of this chapter)