Chapter 9: Girl, what's wrong with your eyes!

The wind and snow blowing into the pavilion was swept away, and Nalan Yanran

was shocked. Wutan City was just a small town. This Xiao Jiaran produced two

one-star fighters of her age.

But even if the realm is the same, she is confident that she can win! From the

heritage and confidence of a big family!

"Xiao Tian! Then find a place! World War I!"

"go!"

The boys of the Xiao family cheered for Xiao Tiandan.

"Brother Tian, be careful, the big family has many and advanced fighting

skills, and you must not underestimate the enemy." Xun'er reminded in a low

voice.

"Well, if Xun'er wins, I will add red bean cake to dinner."

"Yes you can."

Nalan Yanran clenched her fist tightly, her inner anger ignited, "It's just a

genius of the little family! I, Nalan Yanran, let you know what the gap is!"

In the discussion hall, Father Nalan and Xiao Zhan talked happily.

"Little war, your father and I have gone through too much back then. Without

him, the old man would not be where he is today. Your two sons are very well-

founded and talented. The old man intends to match Yan'er to you. One of the

two under the knee."

When Xiao Zhan heard this, he was flattered, and quickly clasped his fists and

said, "Father Nalan, let's talk about this until Yanran grows up. The children

are in love with each other and the marriage is important. Don't delay the

children."

Old man Nalan laughed loudly and said: "Little war, the old man did not

mistake you! I put the old man's words here! This baby must be ordered! You

can give the old man an answer! Which son will marry Yanran?"

"This." Xiao Zhan smiled bitterly to himself. He knew that Father Nalan said

one thing, and he had an answer in his heart.

In the martial arts field, the cold wind dances with snow, and under the snow

scene there are two boys and girls in military uniforms facing each other.

"Xiao Tian, where's your weapon? Don't say that my big family's children

bully you, let you make the move first!" Nalan Yanran is very confident of

herself, and the family-renowned Qingfeng sword technique is a high-level

mysterious, this little one. Utan City, what advanced fighting skills can

there be.

Xiao Tian smiled and said, "Fist is enough to deal with you. Since you let me

make a move first, don't cry if you lose."

"Only the weak can cry! You're looking for something if you break your arm and

fingers later!" Nalan snorted coldly, a little arrogant, her little face

flushed under the roar of the snow wind.

"Brother Xiao Tian, come on!" Xun'er waved a small fist in the distance.

"Come on Xiao Tian!" shouted several children of the same age in the family,

attracting some people to come.

"I'm coming!" Xiao Tian narrowed his eyes, and a flash of red light flashed

under his eyes. After four years of foundation work, the writing wheel had

reached the realm of Ergouyu. If he were not afraid of being out of place in

this world, he would come directly. With illusion, Nalan Yanran can wipe her

neck with a sword and commit suicide.

Xiao Tian 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 shocked.

"What a fast speed! Does this little Wutan City Xiao Family still possess any

extraordinary physical and mental fighting skills!"

"True psychic eyes! Open!"

Xiao Tiantian was stunned and suddenly stopped advancing because he was

attracted by the sudden appearance of Nalan Yanran's silver eyes.

Oh my god! Is this a grudge world? Nalan Yanran still has this pupil

technique?

"What's wrong with your eyeballs?"

Nalan Yanran smiled arrogantly, raised her head arrogantly, Qiongbi looked at

people, and explained: "This is the spiritual real eye passed to me by my

grandfather! Mysterious-level high-level pupil technique! You can see through

the enemy's attack through the aura of the surrounding world The route and

trajectory are amazing."

The Xiao children suddenly exclaimed! Looking at Nalan Yanran's divine eyes,

she was extremely envious.