In the auditorium, in the viewing area where the participating soul masters from various colleges were watching, many colleges looked solemn.
No wonder Tiandou Royal Academy kept the news about this team so tight. Some colleges originally looked down upon them because they found out the origin of this team, but now they feel their faces are burning.
This team is obviously much better than Tiandou's seed team, so how could they be placed on the second team to compete in the qualifiers.
But they soon realized that because they were strong enough, this team was guaranteed to qualify in the qualifiers.
"It's terrible." Someone muttered.
In the 40,000th year of the soul ring, one person is enough to cause a sensation, but there is almost a team. This is a team composed of a bunch of perverts.
After this game, today's opening ceremony has basically come to an end, and tomorrow we will officially enter the hot schedule of the qualifiers.
Tang Qingxi also led people off the stage, and everyone at the VIP table was also preparing to leave.
Emperor Xue Ye's expression was very complicated. In the eyes of the audience, the Tiandou Royal Academy run by the royal family had indeed become famous.
However, Tang Qingxi is from Wuhun Palace and is a direct descendant of the Pope. With such a talent, it is no surprise that she will become a saint of Wuhun Palace. There is no possibility of winning over her.
It's really uncomfortable to have such a talent right under your nose like this.
He is also worried that the Wuhun Palace will become more powerful than ever because of Tang Qingxi. You must know that the talent Tang Qingxi has shown now is no match for the current pope who is also astonishingly talented.
Emperor Xueye even had the idea of killing Tang Qingxi secretly, but he did not dare to do it easily. Today's Tiandou Empire is actually not as strong as it used to be.
He could only hope that what Tang Qingxi said before about the internal strife in Wuhun Palace was true, which he was quite looking forward to.
Tang Qingxi left simply. When they walked out of the Tiandou Soul Arena, the audience had just started to leave.
"Rongrong." Just as he was about to return directly to the academy, a familiar voice made Tang Qingxi stop.
Ning Fengzhi, who had changed into ordinary clothes, stood in the corner not far from the entrance and waved to them.
"Dad." Ning Rongrong ran over excitedly and fell into Ning Fengzhi's arms.
Ning Rongrong also missed her father. Although she had met him at the banquet, Xue Qinghe was also present at the time, so she couldn't be too presumptuous.
Then Ning Fengzhi took Ning Rongrong's hand and walked over. Everyone saluted, and Tang Qingxi also nodded.
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said: "You're welcome. Now I'm just Rongrong's father. You don't think of me as a sect leader. I'm just your elder."
At this time, Ning Fengzhi looked much more approachable than at the banquet.
Everyone also relaxed, except Oscar who was still a little uncomfortable.
Ning Fengzhi glanced at the people who still had childish expressions on their faces: "Congratulations to you, I didn't expect that you will all reach level 40 so soon, and many of you have ten-thousand-year soul rings."
Ning Rongrong raised her head with a look on her face: "Dad, I have one too! The fourth soul ring is also ten thousand years old! I also have a big surprise, but it's a pity that Sister Xi won't let me play in the preliminaries. You must wait for the finals Be careful!"
"Oh? What kind of surprise are you planning to show me?" Ning Fengzhi shook his head in amusement upon hearing this and rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair.
"I won't tell you yet, you can just see when the time comes." Ning Rongrong has not told Ning Fengzhi that his martial spirit has become a matter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda. It's already here anyway, so he will wait for the finals. Show Ning Fengzhi this big surprise.
"Okay, dad, wait." Ning Fengzhi could only nod helplessly.
He was indeed curious. He already knew about the ten thousand year soul ring, so what kind of surprises could there be?
Tang Qingxi stood aside and watched the conversation between father and daughter with a smile.
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Tang Qingxi again. In fact, he had always had a question, how did Tang Qingxi make their cultivation speed so fast, and reach the Soul Sect realm in less than two years.
He was a little worried that Tang Qingxi would use some bad means to overdraw Ning Rongrong's talents, but seeing that Tang Qingxi's own cultivation speed was even more terrifying, he felt that such a cultivation speed was not unusual.
In the end, Ning Fengzhi encouraged him: "Come on, I'm very optimistic about you. Perhaps, you will only meet your real opponents in the finals. However, although you are strong enough, you still need to guard against arrogance and impetuosity."
"We understand." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Ning Rongrong smiled again: "Dad, don't worry, Sister Xi has already said this repeatedly, and we don't dare to violate it."
Ning Fengzhi rubbed her head again: "You, I'm afraid your Sister Xi's words are more effective than mine now."
Now Ning Rongrong is really like Sister Xi.
Before going to Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong still looked arrogant, but now he was really treated submissively by Tang Qingxi.
"How could that be?" Ning Rongrong shook her head in embarrassment.
"Okay. Let's go back to the academy with our friends. After all, dad is a member of the organizing committee of the competition. I can't spend too much time with you, otherwise someone will look at me and say I'm showing favoritism." Ning Fengzhi let go of Ning Rongrong, said.
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips in dissatisfaction when she heard this: "Then let them have their say. We speak based on our strength. There is nothing worth showing favoritism to."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and said: "Fourteen is considered a big girl. Don't be so willful in the future. By the way, before you leave, introduce your friends to dad? We didn't even have a chance to get to know each other properly at the previous banquet."
At the previous banquet, Tang Qingxi was so stuck in conversation that he and Xue Qinghe didn't even say a few words.
Seeing the hopeful look on Ning Fengzhi's face, Ning Rongrong turned to look at Tang Qingxi. When Tang Qingxi nodded, she introduced Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes changed slightly for a moment. Good thing, Tang Qingxi's words were more effective than his own.
Tang Qingxi raised his eyebrows slightly. Ning Fengzhi was still interested in the people under his command.
"Dad, Sister Xi, I don't need to introduce you to you. This is Dai Mubai, a forty-level attack type fighting soul sect." Ning Rongrong first pointed at Dai Mubai and said.
Dai Mubai bowed slightly towards Ning Fengzhi with a calm expression.
"How old is your partner?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
Tang Qingxi added: "Seventeen years old, the martial spirit is White Tiger."
Ning Fengzhi, a seventeen-year-old soul sect, did not hide his admiration: "I saw your battle just now. Young man, your martial arts and soul skills are very outstanding. You have already achieved such results at the age of seventeen, which is really impressive. People are amazed. I wonder if you are interested in coming to our Qibao Glazed Sect after this competition is over?"
Ning Fengzhi unceremoniously extended an olive branch in front of Tang Qingxi.
(End of chapter)
