() The middle-aged man was stunned, but he immediately reacted and looked at Tang San and said:

"Can you say that these two hidden weapons were made by you?"

Tang San nodded.

A bit of thinking light appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"Young man, I wonder if you can make this thing on a large scale? If possible, I hope to buy it directly from you.

Of course, the price is certainly not as high as today, but it should satisfy you."

Tang San said in surprise:

"You want to buy silent sleeve arrows and insidious images in large quantities?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Do you think I'm joking? If the two children are interested, I can take you to my sect to have a look."

Tang San shook his head and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, but we have something else to do. See you again if you are destined to be there, let's go."

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment. She had a good impression of this middle-aged man. She didn't understand why Tang San chose to leave so quickly, but she naturally would not doubt Tang San's decision.

The middle-aged man did not stop him and said with a smile:

"You are right. We will see you again if you are destined to be together. I'm very happy to know you."

Tang San smiled and returned the gift.

“So too.”

Watching the three of them walk out of the room, the middle-aged man touched the sleeve arrows on his wrists and said with some regret:

"It's a pity that the power of these two weapons is still a little smaller, but the potential of these three children is really good."

At this time, the door of the room opened quietly, and someone came in from outside.

"Sect Master, it's time for us to go back."

It was an old man wearing a snow-white robe, with long silver hair neatly combed behind his back, with a simple appearance, and his eyes were not open all open, and he closed slightly, giving people an extremely special feeling in every move.

If the aura of a middle-aged man is soft, then the aura of this old man should be described as sharp, fatal sharp.

The middle-aged man nodded.

"It's time to go back, Uncle Jian, let's go."

Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect.

Ning Rongrong sat on the sofa in the hall and kept shaking his slender calves, his red lips were almost ready to hang a soy sauce bottle.

After returning for most of the day, her father disappeared, which made the excitement in her heart fade away.

Opposite Ning Rongrong, a haggard old Ren was slowly tasting tea. Although he was sitting there, his figure was still surprising.

He is not the kind of muscles that are extremely swelling and strong, but his entire body skeleton is amazingly large.

The already spacious sofa made him sit on it, which was obviously much smaller.

The clothes seemed to be completely supported by bone frames, with dry muscles, skin and deep eye sockets. If you saw them at night, they would be like a huge skeleton.

A few white hairs on your head are laid on your scalp, the ugly it is.

"My little princess, don't be angry, your father is probably coming back soon."

The haggard old man put down his teacup and said to Ning Rongrong.

His voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing leaves, which sounded extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Rongrong jumped off the sofa and ran to the withered old man's legs to sit down. Compared with the old man with a huge skeleton, she was like a doll. She raised her hand to grab the white hair on the head of the withered old man, and said in a coquettish and arrogant tone:

"I don't care. I've been away for so long, but my father is not here after finally coming back. He is deliberately hiding from me, right? Grandpa Bones, you have to make the decision for me."

The shriveled skin on the haggard old man's face twitched, and he said with some amusement

: "My little princess, don't bother with these dead grass on your bone grandfather's head, otherwise, I will really become bald and even be made fun of by your bitch Grandpa Jian.

You asked me to make the decision for you, what should I do? Is there anyone in the sect who can afford to offend you?"

Ning Rongrong thought for a while and said:

"That's right, hum, no matter, when my father comes back, I must ask him to give me some good things so that I can calm down. Grandpa Bones, you have to talk to me."

The withered old man was forced to nod in a row because of the few broken hairs on his head.

If he was seen by people from the soul master world outside, I wonder how surprised he would be.

The most mysterious Bone Douluo, known as the titled Douluo, was actually made like this by a little girl. I am afraid no one will believe it if she tells it.

"I just knew Grandpa Bones was the best."

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to think that the old bone grandfather in front of him was ugly at all. He kissed him hard on the face before jumping off his leg.

Looking at the lively Ning Rongrong, a hint of warm pampering appeared in Gu Douluo's eyes.

Ning Rongrong can be said to have grown up when he watched him grow up, and the little witch's spoiled personality from childhood to adulthood was almost cultivated by him and Ning Rongrong's other Grandpa Jian.

"I heard that our little witch is back? Where is it? Rongrong, come out quickly and let dad see it."

At this moment, the rescuer finally arrived.

Hearing this voice, Ning Rongrong was excited to meet him, but immediately realized that he was still angry, so he quickly raised his face and turned his back to the door.

The cute look made Gu Douluo on the sofa amused.

An elegant middle-aged man walked into the hall accompanied by an old man in white.

If Qian Bing and the other two were here at this time, they would definitely be able to recognize that the person in front of them was the bidder they met at the auction hall before, whom they didn't dare to provoke even Prince Xuexing.

And this person is Ning Rongrong's father, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi, who is known as the first auxiliary soul master in the mainland.

Ning Fengzhi saw his daughter at a glance and hurriedly strode up.

"Girl, why are you turning your back to Dad? It's almost a year. Dad misses you so hard!"

Ning Rongrong turned around suddenly.

"Missing me? That's strange, you wish I wasn't at home."

Ning Fengzhi looked at his daughter's angry look and felt pity. He sat down on the sofa first and reached out to hug his daughter.

Who knew that Ning Rongrong turned around and hid away.

Ning Fengzhi was shocked without hugging his daughter. Although he was an auxiliary soul master, his huge soul power of more than seventy levels also had a very strong transformation of his body, much stronger than ordinary people.

Ning Rongrong inherited his martial soul and was also an auxiliary system. Although he just hugged him casually, his speed was not slow, and his daughter could easily avoid it.

Ning Rongrong didn't know that his father was surprised, so he ran directly to the old man in white and threw himself into his arms.

"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, I miss you so much, woo..."

After a long separation with his relatives, Ning Rongrong was still a little girl after all. He was excited and immediately cried.

The old man in white hurriedly hugged her little body with regret.

"Be good, my little baby, you are back, Grandpa Jian misses you too! He's so impressed."

Ning Rongrong raised his head.

"Really?"

The old man in white said seriously:

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, ask you Grandpa Bones."

Ning Rongrong blinked his clear big eyes.

"But, Grandpa Bones told me just now that he had a little more than you think about me."

"He farted."

The old man in white did not give the withered old man any face.

"It's obvious that I miss you a little more."

"You're just farting."

The haggard old man suddenly stood up from the sofa. His terrifying height was nearly 2.5 meters tall, and his hoarse voice looked even more terrifying.

"I'm not convinced? Let's find a place to fight alone."

The old man in white raised his chest and stared at him without fear.

"Okay, okay. Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, you have fought all your life. Rong Rong just came back, so let it go today."

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two old men in front of him helplessly.

"snort."

The old man in white and the haggard man snorted almost at the same time, and neither looked at each other, and his eyes fell on Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's big eyes rolled and said:
To be continued...