Chapter 9 What's Wrong with Your Eyes, Girl!
The wind and snow that blew into the pavilion was swept away, and Nalan Yanran was shocked. Wutan City was just a small city, and the Xiao family actually had two one-star fighters of the same age as her.
But even if the realm is the same, she is confident that she can win! From the heritage and confidence of the big family!
"Xiao Tian! Then find a place! A battle!"
"Walk!"
The boys of the Xiao family cheered for Xiao Tian to cheer.
"Brother Tian, be careful, the fighting skills of the big family are many and profound, you must not underestimate the enemy." Xun'er reminded in a low voice.
"Well, if Xun'er wins, I'll add red bean cake for dinner at night."
"Yes you can."
Nalan Yanran clenched her fists tightly, and her inner anger ignited, "It's just a genius of a small family! I, Nalan Yanran, will let you know what a gap is!"
In the discussion hall, Mr. Nalan and Xiao Zhan had a very happy conversation.
"Xiao Zhan, your father and I have gone through too much in the past. If it wasn't for him to save our lives, this old man wouldn't be where we are now. Your two sons have excellent roots and good talents. This old man plans to marry Yan'er to you. One of the two sons under the knee."
Xiao Zhan was flattered when he heard the words, and hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Master Nalan, let's talk about this when Yanran grows up. Children are long in love, and marriage matters, so don't delay the children."
The old man Nalan laughed and said: "Xiao Zhan, the old man did not read you wrong! The old man's words are put here! This baby must be ordered! Just give the old man an answer! Which son will marry Yanran?"
"This." Xiao Zhan smiled bitterly to himself. He knew that the old man Nalan said no one, and he had an answer in his heart for a while.
In the place where the martial arts field was performed, there was a cold wind and snow, and there were two boys and girls in military uniforms facing each other under the snow scene.
"Xiao Tian, where's your weapon? Don't say my big family children bully you, let you make moves first!" Nalan Yanran is very confident in herself. Wutan City, what kind of deep fighting skills can you have?
Xiao Tian smiled and said: "To deal with you, fists are enough. Since you let me move first, don't cry if you lose."
"Only the weak will cry! You've brought it upon yourself if you break your arms and fingers later!" Nalan Yanran snorted coldly, a little arrogant, her little face flushed red under the whistling snow wind.
"Brother Xiao Tian, come on!" Xun'er waved a small fist in the distance.
"Come on Xiao Tian!" Several children of the same age from the family shouted, attracting some people to come.
"I'm coming!" Xiao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of red light flashed in his eyes. After four years of laying the foundation, Sharonyan reached the realm of Ergouyu. If he was not afraid of being out of place in this world, he would come directly By performing illusions, Nalan Yanran can kill herself by wiping her neck with a sword.
Xiao Tianxun rushed out like a gust of wind! All of a sudden, Nalan Yanran only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and her heart was horrified.
"It's so fast! Does the Xiao family in this small Wutan City still have some amazing martial arts skills!"
"Ling Illusion True Eyes! Open!"
Xiao Tian was stunned, and suddenly stopped rushing forward, because he was attracted by the pair of silver eyes that appeared suddenly from Nalan Yanran.
Oh my god! Is this the world of fighting spirit? Does Nalan Yanran still have this pupil technique?
"What's wrong with your eyeballs?"
Nalan Yanran smiled arrogantly, raised her head arrogantly, looked at the person with her nose, and explained, "This is the phantom real eye passed down to me by my grandfather! Advanced pupil technique of the mysterious order! You can see through the enemy's attack through the abnormal aura of the surrounding world. Route and trajectory, amazing."
The Xiao family members suddenly exclaimed! Looking at Nalan Yanran's godlike eyes, she was extremely envious.