The plain and simple words slowly floated on the huge square, making the breath of surround the square slightly turbulent and disordered.

In the venue, countless disciples of Yunlan Sect looked at the young man in black robe on the stone steps with different emotions. They were not unfamiliar with this young man named Xiao Yan. His relationship with Nalan Yanran made him a talk in many disciples of Yunlan Sect.

Of course, whenever this name is mentioned, most people will have a little disdain and ridicule. The child of a small family wants to marry Nalan Yanran, who is as noble as a princess in Yunlan Sect.

In their eyes, this undoubtedly seemed overestimated, especially when the three-year agreement spread in the sect, this kind of sarcasm became much stronger. Of course, the sarcasm here naturally had some kind of jealousy.

As the unattainable young sect leader of Yunlan Sect, countless Yunlan disciples regard him as the goddess in their hearts. When they meet, they always face the delicate cheek that remains calm and outspoken. Anyone who wants to contact him further will return in failure.

And Xiao Yan, a man who almost became Nalan Yanran's husband, is naturally extremely susceptible to some deformed jealousy.

With jealousy and some rumors, these Yunlan Sect disciples naturally had a very bad impression of Xiao Yan, who had never met before. During the conversation, most of them were deprecated if they could be deprecated, as if they did not say Xiao Yan as worthless.

However, today, looking at the young man who was still calm and calm even when facing the combined momentum of nearly a thousand disciples of Yunlan Sect, some smart disciples felt a little awesome after abandoning those negative emotions. Such a calm attitude was not like the one that the Xiao family waste mentioned by the brothers in their daily lives.

Nalan Yanran stared at the slightly thin young man not far away, her eyes stayed on the pretty face, where she could vaguely recognize the outline of the boy back then, but three years have worn away the young man's tenderness and sharp water chestnuts. The young man in front of him now no longer had the sharpness that suddenly burst out in the hall of the Xiao family back then, and replaced by deep restraint.

"He has indeed changed." A sentence quietly appeared in his mind. Nalan Yanran's eyes were a little complicated. She had never thought that the waste from that year could really come to Yunlan Sect without fear. When facing nearly a thousand disciples of Yunlan Sect, it was still as light as the breeze, without any tension or change of color.

"Nalan family, Nalan Yanran."

He stood up slowly, Nalan Yanran was so tall that she was as tall as a proud snow lotus, staring at Xiao Yan with bright eyes, and her voice was as calm as the latter.

"That's the little guy from the Xiao family? Isn't he a waste who can't store fighting spirit?" Jia Xingtian looked at Xiao Yan with a few rays of surprise in his eyes and said with a chuckling.

"Haha, but looking at his current demeanor, it's not like he is forced to pretend to be strong on the outside and forced to pretend to be strong on the inside. Moreover, even if he is pretending, he can maintain such calmness in the overall momentum of the old guys of Yunlan Sect specially combined, that's not something that ordinary people can do."

Uchiha Madara also looked at Xiao Yan at this time, but he had a different view.

Others only see appearances, but they do see deeper essences.

No matter what, this three-year agreement is extremely important to Xiao Yan, and may be an important turning point in his life.

After this game, the dullness and pressure that Xiao Yan had accumulated in his heart before would be completely released.

Luck may officially break out, and a template that the son of Luck cannot stop.

Observing nearby will help Madara to grasp the direct essence more and also help him get more benefits.

Famo, not far from Jia Lao, nodded slightly, and his mature gaze slowly swept over Xiao Yan. After a while, he stayed on the latter's face. His brow suddenly frowned slightly and said, "For some reason, he seems to have a very familiar feeling for him."

"Haha, do you feel this way too?" Hearing this, Old Jia smiled softly, stared at Xiao Yan with deep eyes, and said, "It seems that we may have seen it somewhere."

The wrinkles on Famo's brows deepened a little, and his eyes were flashing, but he didn't say anything else.

Hai Bodong curled his lips. These two old guys acted like they were obviously aware of Xiao Yan as Yan Xiao.

As for the other strong men, they also whispered, obviously very curious about Xiao Yan.

But they are more of it just as a topic of conversation after dinner.

It wouldn't be too much attentive to be really concerned.

On the contrary, there were a lot of eyes watching in the dark.

After all, compared to the two younger generations of geniuses, the real strong men are more careful.

...

In the field, after Nalan Yanran stood up, the dozen white-robed old men above finally slowly opened their eyes, and looked at the young men in black robes on the stone steps. They looked at each other and were all a little surprised.

Now, no matter where Xiao Yan looks at it, he can't tell that this is the trash of the Xiao family that was ridiculed back then.

"You are Xiao Yan of the Xiao family?" The old man in the white robe in the center raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Yan, and after a while, he slowly spoke.

His eyes swept over the old man in white robe. Xiao Yan found that he should have a good status in Yunlan Sect, because since he spoke, the old men in the same robe around him kept silent.

"I am the great elder of Yunlan Sect, Yunlein." Before Xiao Yan could touch the scene, the old man said to himself: "The sect leader has not come back today, so this three-year agreement is hosted by me. This competition is intended to be a competition, and it will be time to stop."

"Life and death, everyone will live up to their destiny." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Yun Leng's words.

The eyes in the field moved along the sound, and finally stopped on the young man in black robe who had been quiet. His expressions were slightly different. Many people did not expect that Xiao Yan would say such words. You must know that his opponent is the successor of the sect leader who was focused on training by Yunlan Sect.

"Haha, a courageous boy." On the top of the treetops, some old guys with strange temperament couldn't help laughing, and even more so, they gave Xiao Yan a thumbs up.

Nalan Yanran raised her eyes lightly and stared at the young man in black robe. There seemed to be some unconcealable fluctuations in the dark eyes. Is it resentment?

After a while, she nodded slightly, her voice coldly: "It's up to you."

After hearing Nalan Yanran’s reply, Yun Ling frowned slightly, and Xiao Yan’s sudden interruption made the great elder, who was not low in Yunlan Sect, feel a little unhappy.

He also knew that Xiao Yan had already taken off the name of a waste, but Nalan Yanran's talent was also not low, and with the training of Yunlan Sect, its strength progress was simply fast. But if we really wanted to fight, Yun Len was not optimistic about Xiao Yan.

"Young man, leave a thread in everything, but since you want to make such a request, it will be up to you. Life and death, everyone will live and die." Yun Len said lightly, waved his hand.

A curve was raised in the corner of her mouth, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but want to sneer in her heart. Leave a thread in everything. Nalan Yanran did so amazingly back then, but did anyone ask her to keep a thread in her?

The palm slowly held the handle of the ruler and suddenly twitched. The Xuanzhong ruler brought a sound of oppression and pointed to the ground. The strong wind in the ruler blew up the dust on the ground. A faint blue fighting spirit lingered on the surface of the body. Xiao Yan stared at Nalan Yanran: "A three-year agreement, I came as promised. Today, let's resolve the grudges you gave me. The shame you gave me in the Xiao family back today."

The jade hand stretched out, and a jade-colored ring on the jade finger flashed, and a slender light green sword flashed out, the blade tilted, and the sun shone, reflecting a coldness.

Nalan Yanran looked at the pair of dark eyes, sighed with a little regret, and said lightly: "I will make the decision on my own marriage. Even though three years have passed, I don't think I did something wrong back then. I have the right to choose my destiny. Perhaps when choosing, because of some improper behavior, but if time returns, I think I will still do this."

"Improper behavior?" Xiao Yan chuckled. Does a light and inappropriate behavior mean that he wants to shirk his arrogant behavior? Is this a bit too simple?

The expression gradually returned to indifference. Xiao Yan's palm holding the ruler handle became tighter and tighter. After a moment, his soles of his feet suddenly took a step forward. Where he landed, the hard bluestone slab actually spread several cracks at the soles of his feet. The surging blue fighting spirit, mixed with some blue flames, surged from the surface of Xiao Yan's body.
Chapter completed!