Chapter 139: Communication

Looking at Zhou Heng's face, Ning Fengzhi immediately understood this young man's identity.

Zhou Heng of Room 6, that grandson-in-law of Dugu Bo, a Control System Spirit Master whose martial soul is the Element Spirit Tree.

He looked toward Gu Rong with some confusion, and Gu Rong returned a look.

Although he did not know exactly what had happened, Ning Fengzhi trusted Gu Rong twelve-fold, believing that Gu Rong would absolutely not make a mistake, so after calming his emotions slightly, he greeted Zhou Heng on the other side with a normal expression.

"I am Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi. Is this little friend the grandson-in-law of Senior Poison Douluo, Zhou Heng?"

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning." Zhou Heng stood up from his chair, performed a polite bow, then turned his gaze toward Gu Rong and Chen Xin, feigning surprise as he spoke.

"Could these two beside Sect Master Ning be the renowned two great guardian Title Douluos of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Could it be Senior Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Senior Bone Douluo Gu Rong?

To meet the two seniors is truly a great honor.

I wonder what business Sect Master Ning and the two seniors have with me?"

Zhou Heng performed very well, perfectly embodying the proper behavior of a junior facing a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master and Title Douluos.

He only slightly reinforced his own characteristic of being fearless in the face of danger and calm and composed, appearing even more in line with the performance expected of a Title Douluo's grandson-in-law in the eyes of outsiders.

Although he performed very well.

Yet in the eyes of Gu Rong, who had spent years by Ning Fengzhi's side, Zhou Heng was like a miniature version of Ning Fengzhi, his heart full of schemes.

Seeing this, Gu Rong gave a slight huff, then sat back down in his seat, pretending not to care about Zhou Heng.

He only continued to use his soul power and mental power to maintain the rift in space.

Gu Rong truly did not know how to handle this; he had thought the person over there was an old acquaintance of his and was prepared to say hello.

He had not expected that after opening the box, a junior he had never seen before would appear on the opposite side.

Facing any junior other than Ning Rongrong, Gu Rong had always disliked taking the initiative to interact.

Anyway, since the old sword-man and Fengzhi were here now, he was too lazy to keep racking his brain; after playing the role of the "bad cop" as usual, he handed the stage over to Ning Fengzhi to perform.

Although he did not know what was wrong with Uncle Bone, Ning Fengzhi could still sense Uncle Bone's attention toward that young man.

Thus, Ning Fengzhi stood up, placed Ning Rongrong on the chair, crossed the rift, and walked slowly into the room where Zhou Heng was located.

Only after walking over did Ning Fengzhi discover that the old man sitting on the chair seemed to be Lou Gao, one of the three great God Craftsmen of the current age, the president of the continent's Blacksmith Association.

Thinking of how Lou Gao had shouted in public just a moment ago, Ning Fengzhi could not help but feel a bit of curiosity as to why Lou Gao would appear here.

Yet this curiosity was suppressed in the bottom of his heart, and not the slightest bit was revealed on the surface.

Watching Ning Fengzhi walk to his room alone, Zhou Heng hurriedly invited Ning Fengzhi to the sofa.

And at this moment, Lou Gao, who had only just realized what was happening, hurriedly stood up from the sofa and performed a bow toward Ning Fengzhi.

"I am Lou Gao, a seventy-first level Soul Saint, president of the Blacksmith Association. Greetings to Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning."

"God Craftsman Lou is too modest. The name of the God Craftsman resounds across the continent; who does not know it? Although not a Title Douluo, among blacksmiths, the status of a God Craftsman is not the slightest bit inferior to a Title Douluo-level Spirit Master."

"Flattery" was a skill Ning Fengzhi had been learning since he first learned to speak, even though Lou Gao's strength and status were not worth mentioning in front of him, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But facing Lou Gao, Ning Fengzhi still gave full courtesy.

This caused Lou Gao's complexion to involuntarily flush with a bit more color.

"I have long heard of the names of the three great God Craftsmen of the continent; I did not expect to meet one here today."

Ning Fengzhi sat down opposite Zhou Heng. After the two were seated, Lou Gao, like a primary school student being punished, stood subconsciously behind Zhou Heng, seemingly wanting to watch Zhou Heng's expression.

Upon discovering this situation, a flash of light crossed Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he became a few degrees more concerned about Zhou Heng in his heart.

"Senior Lou Gao, please sit as well." Zhou Heng sighed at Lou Gao behind him and greeted him.

"Alright, alright." Lou Gao sat on a sofa a bit further away from the two, his aged body somewhat stiff.

Although sitting in the chair, he appeared to be having an even harder time than when he was standing just a moment ago.

When civilized people meet, the following process is mutual commercial flattery.

And Ning Fengzhi was clearly a master of this; his words were both polite and simultaneously probing into Zhou Heng's background.

But as a "Great Yin-Yang Master" who had won countless internet flame wars in his past life, and a workplace employee with no background, Zhou Heng's skill in rhetoric was not the slightest bit inferior to an old fox like Ning Fengzhi.

His answers were watertight, and when facing certain questions, he utilized his advantage as a youth, dealing with them by feigning ignorance.

After a round of conversation, no one could feel that there was any problem at all.

But if one carefully thought about the information within, one would discover that it seemed as if no useful news could be analyzed.

There was always a feeling of "listening to your words is like listening to your words."

After communicating for a few minutes, the two stopped their mouths by mutual consent, looked at the smiles on each other's faces, and let out a long sigh in their hearts.

"What a fox that has become a spirit." X2

At this very moment, after the Dragon-person girl had been successfully bid on by Ning Fengzhi.

After a period of brewing, the second-to-last auction item was presented: it was a Purple Origin Fruit with an age of around ten thousand years, a non-elemental Heavenly Treasure, with a mild nature and easy for people to absorb, a Heavenly Treasure recognized by the Spirit Master world.

Ning Fengzhi was in Zhou Heng's room and could not participate in the auction, so Ning Rongrong took Ning Fengzhi's place and participated in the auction with great interest.

Unlike the calculated bidding of Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong tended toward playful bidding.

Sometimes she would just add the minimum base price, other times she would raise it by several hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins at once, playing there with great delight.

Zhou Heng did not need this kind of Heavenly Treasure, and Ning Fengzhi had Ning Rongrong on his side, so after the two paused for a moment, they continued their conversation.

Only this time, the conversation finally contained some things that were slightly more useful.

"Sect Master Ning wants to ask about Grandpa Dugu's current soul power? He just broke through to the ninety-fifth level and is currently advancing toward the ninety-sixth level."

Although he had finally managed to inquire about the answer he wanted, after listening to Zhou Heng's words, Ning Fengzhi still fell silent, the polite smile on his face frozen, and Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo both turned their heads in unison, staring fixedly at Zhou Heng's face, seemingly wanting to find evidence of Zhou Heng lying on it.

A ninety-first level Title Douluo jumping four levels in three years to become a ninety-fifth level Title Douluo? And still advancing toward the ninety-sixth level?

If it were the time when Dugu Bo had just broken through to Title Douluo, Ning Fengzhi and the two Sword and Bone Douluos would not have doubted whether Dugu Bo had the potential to break through to the ninety-fifth level.

But the fact was that since Dugu Bo became a Title Douluo decades ago, his strength had not changed in the slightest for so many years; in everyone's understanding, Dugu Bo was a Title Douluo whose potential had been exhausted.

If you said he broke through to the ninety-second level, Ning Fengzhi would nod and offer congratulations.

After all, breaking through one level in several decades was a problem that was quite understandable.

But to jump to level ninety-five in one breath?

Ning Fengzhi's first instinct was to deny it, believing that Zhou Heng was lying.

However, after thinking about it for a moment, he discovered that this matter was very likely true.

Because from his conversation with Zhou Heng just now, Ning Fengzhi had already determined that Zhou Heng was a little fox, very much knowing when to lie and when not to lie.