Fighting: I, the Holy Son of Yunlan, only want to become the Emperor of Fighting

Chapter 133 Nalan Yanran vs. Xiao Yan, Recognize Ji Changqing
It was a clear and sunny day.

The Yunlan Sect has set up its battle formation.

As the most powerful force in the Northwest region.

Naturally, all the forces rushed to participate in the three-year agreement with the young sect leader in order to make themselves known to the Yunlan Sect.

The square opposite the Yunlan Sect's mountain gate is as wide as a thousand acres, and the jade-like floor tiles have a tough color.

There were viewing platforms set up around the square, where people from all major forces who came to watch the battle gathered, and there seemed to be thousands of people.

In the middle, sat the main figures of the Yunlan Sect.

Yun Yun sat in the first seat, with the Holy Son Ji Changqing and old Sect Master Yun Shan on either side, and the guest official Little Medical Immortal and others on the other two sides.

As for Nalan Yanran...

He sat cross-legged in the center of the square.

The wind blew, her hair fluttering gently, and her pretty face showed no joy or sadness.

"coming."

Ji Changqing's eyes moved slightly and he looked towards the mountain gate of Yunlan Sect.

A few minutes later.

Yun Yun and other talents gradually seemed to sense something.

All eyes were focused on the mountain gate.

Tread-

Tread-

The sound of slow footsteps came closer and closer.

Xiao Yan, dressed in a black robe, gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

Bang-!
The Xuanzhong ruler behind him fell on the green jade floor tiles.

His calm voice echoed across the square.

"Xiao Yan of the Xiao family is here to fulfill the three-year appointment."

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"Is it finally here..."

Many powerful men in the Jia Ma Empire straightened their backs subconsciously.

"Grand Elder, I have had some contact with this young man Xiao Yan in Wutan City. He is considered to have...quite good talent..."

Ya Fei whispered to Hai Bodong.

She originally wanted to praise Xiao Yan highly.

But when he saw the young man in blue clothes next to the main seat, he couldn't bring himself to say anything to praise him.

Compared with the Holy Son of the Yunlan Sect.

Xiao Yan, who walked out of Wutan City, was indeed eclipsed.

Sometimes you have to admit it.

No matter how hard you try, you will still be unable to match a true genius.

"Ah."

Hai Bodong opened his eyes, glanced at the young man in black robe, and then closed them again.

He and Xiao Yan had no connection at all.

"President Fa Ma, you and this Xiao Yan should be the ones who have the most contact."

Jia Xingtian asked with a smile:

"Who do you think will win?"

Fa Ma thought for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"I haven't seen Nalan Yanran take action in the past two years, so I don't know why."

"But in terms of talent in alchemy, Xiao Yan is second only to the Holy Son of Evergreen."

"Hey, by the way, Nalan Jie, what do you think the outcome will be?"

Nalan Jie glanced at Fa Ma and said:
"do not know."

Actually, if the engagement had not been broken off, Xiao Yan would still be his grandson-in-law.

Nalan Jie looked at Ji Changqing who was sitting next to the main seat, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

The matter of breaking off an engagement.

He was extremely opposed at first.

But things have turned out to be a good thing now.

He did not hold a grudge against the Xiao family, and he lived up to the Xiao family's deceased friend, and Yanran found another excellent lover.

The main stage. Yun Yun, Yun Shan, and Xiao Yixian had calm expressions.

Ji Changqing's heart moved slightly.

He felt a powerful soul force from Xiao Yan.

Yao Lao Lao Deng was indeed awake.

Pretending to be dead.

"Alas, I guess the old one will have to fight..."

Ji Changqing thought so in his heart.

On the square.

Nalan Yanran stood up, her shoulder-length hair fluttering in a cool arc, a ring flashed between her slender fingers, and a long sword was held in her hand.

"Yunlan Sect, Nalan Yanran."

Feeling the ethereal aura of the cold and beautiful girl a hundred meters away, Xiao Yan's expression became more solemn.

At the same time, his eyes subconsciously swept across the viewing stand.

"What a powerful Yunlan Sect..."

But when he saw the familiar young man in blue in the middle, Xiao Yan was stunned.

"This is... the man from the Monster Mountain Range..."

"Sitting in this position... could he be the Holy Son of the Yunlan Sect?!"

"I am Yun Leng, the great elder of the Yun Lan Sect."

While Xiao Yan was in a trance, an old man in a white robe flew between the two of them. His old voice, wrapped in fighting spirit, echoed across the square.

"This three-year agreement will be hosted by me. This competition is intended for learning from each other, and we will stop when we reach the limit!"

The moment Yun Leng finished speaking, he spread his wings of fighting spirit and flew into the air.

And almost at the same time.

Zheng——!
Bang-!
The sound of the Qingling Sword and the roar of the Xuanzhong Ruler resounded.

Xiao Yan grasped the handle of the ruler in his hand, and the Xuanzhong ruler brought up a gust of oppressive wind, blowing up the dust on the jade floor tiles, and deep yellow fighting spirit lingered on the surface of his body.

"Thank you, Young Sect Master Nalan Yanran, for agreeing to this duel three years ago. I, Xiao Yan, want to see today whether three years of training will give me a satisfactory answer."

Nalan Yanran held a light green sword in her hand, with the blade tilted towards the ground. The sunlight shone on it, reflecting a chilling feeling.

"Thank you, Master Xiao Yan, for your understanding three years ago and for agreeing to peacefully cancel the engagement with me. Today, I also want to test the results of my training."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's mouth curled up.

"Then... let's get started!"

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward with his right foot.

Where he landed, the hard bluestone floor tiles actually had several cracks spreading to the soles of his feet, and surging deep yellow fighting spirit, mixed with some yellow flames, burst out from the surface of his body.

Under countless gazes, Xiao Yan’s fighting spirit boiled like magma as he rushed towards Nalan Yanran.

He held the handle of the ruler tightly in his hand and rubbed the ground with the ruler, leaving a long trail of sparks and deep marks on the bluestone tiles along the way.

Whoosh whoosh——!!!
A hundred meters away, just a blink of an eye!
Xiao Yan rushed to Nalan Yanran in an instant, stomped his feet on the ground again, and took off like a roc.

The Xuanzhong ruler raised behind his head, with a deep yellow flame attached to it, was swung in a circle with a terrifying whistling sound, and slashed down fiercely towards Nalan Yanran's head.

Just the first strike was terrifying.

On the viewing stand, many powerful men who had not paid much attention at first straightened their backs immediately.

Xiao Yan of the Xiao family does have something.

No wonder he dared to challenge the Yunlan Sect's Young Master.

However, Yun Yun, Yun Shan, Xiao Yixiang, and even Ji Changqing all looked quite calm.

On the other hand, Nalan Yanran looked at the Xuanzhong ruler that was coming down with a calm face.

The whistling wind caused by the giant ruler blew up her hair.

Her fighting spirit is of wind attribute, so speed and agility are what she is best at.

This is what the "Mother-in-law of Yunlan Sect" taught her.

Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, and don't confront each other head-on.

Therefore, when the Xuanzhong ruler was about to fall on her head, Nalan Yanran took action.

She tapped the ground with her toes, and her delicate body swayed and flickered like a fallen leaf in the wind. In an instant, she flashed more than ten meters away.

boom--!
The Xuanzhong ruler slammed heavily on the bluestone floor tiles.

A hideous gully blasted out, with spider-web-like cracks all around it.

Unable to strike, Xiao Yan's brows suddenly jumped.

Because he saw from the corner of his eye a light figure rushing towards him at high speed...

(End of this chapter)