Looking at the young man who came slowly, Xiao Mei and the others stopped, and their laughter gradually became much weaker.
The few delicate girls beside Xiao Mei looked at this teenager who was once regarded as the glory of the family with wide eyes. The expression on their small faces was nothing but other regrets.
Xiao Meidun was in the same place, and her heart was a little tangled. At the bottom of her heart, she also wanted to chat with this young man who once made her admire her. However, the reality is that the gap between the two is getting bigger and bigger. , And then put his mind on a useless person, it is obviously a bit unwise.
Curvy Ye's eyebrows wrinkled lightly, and immediately unfolded, Xiao Mei said helplessly in her heart: "Say hello, no matter what you say, he is also his cousin."
Not knowing the thoughts in Xiao Mei's heart, Xiao Yan walked over lazily with his arms resting on the back of his head.
Looking at Xiao Yan, who was close at hand, Xiao Mei's pretty little face was about to smile, but the boy's behavior made the smile that hadn't fully surfaced stiffened on her little face, which looked a little funny.
With his arms resting on the back of his head, Xiao Yan walked past the young girls without squinting, without showing the slightest nostalgia.
Looking at the young man's back with her ruddy mouth slightly open, Xiao Mei was a little stunned. With her appearance, when did she receive such treatment? An inexplicable shame rushed out of my heart, and he couldn't help but yelled, "Cousin Xiao Yan."
After a slight pause, Xiao Yan didn't turn around, and his tone was faint, like a conversation between strangers: "What's the matter?"
The plain and unfamiliar tone made Xiao Mei stagnate, and she shook her head happily: "No..."
Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, and was too lazy to pay attention anymore, shook his head, and continued to move forward.
Looking at the back that disappeared at the end of the path, Xiao Mei stomped her feet angrily, and immediately followed the same path.
Turning around a corner, Xiao Yan looked up at the spacious room in front of him. On the plaque of the room, there were three big blood-red characters of Dou Jitang painted with dragons and phoenixes.
Listening to the yelling from Dou Jitang, Xiao Yan was a little surprised. Generally, few people come here on weekdays. Why is it so lively today
Shrugging, Xiao Yan just changed his mind at will, then threw it all over, and stepped into the fighting skill hall.
As soon as he entered the fighting hall, bursts of cheers and cheers from the young girls came over.
The fighting skill hall is divided into east and west parts. The east part is where family fighting skills are stored, while the west part is a large-scale training ground. At this time, many people are clustered on the training ground. Looking at the two players in the field with great interest.
"Looking at the concentration of fighting energy that cousin Xiao Ning shot, I'm afraid there are already eight stages of fighting energy, right?"
"Hey, two months ago, Xiao Ning's cousin had already been promoted to the eight stages of fighting spirit."
"Even though he has eight stages of fighting spirit, cousin Xun'er is nine stages of fighting spirit. It seems that there is really no possibility that cousin Xiao Ning wants to win."
"Cousin Xun'er, come on!"
Hearing the amazed shouts from the crowd, Xiao Yan paused, glanced around in the training ground, and finally stopped with interest on the beautiful girl in a lavender dress.
"Why did Nizi have a leisure time to compete with others today?" With a muttered heart, Xiao Yan stopped at the east side of the lobby, yanked a black scroll on the shelf next to it, and then slowly spread it out. After the scroll was opened, a few big yellow letters appeared on the back.
Intermediate Yellow Tier: Crushed Stone Palm!
Leaning leisurely on the bookshelf, Xiao Yan read the practice method of this gravel palm, occasionally looking at the training field where the battle was fierce.
The spacious lobby is like being divided into two worlds. The west is noisy, but the east is quiet and peaceful.
Kaoru's opponent was also a teenager, but his age should be around seventeen or eighteen, and his appearance was quite handsome, not much different from the Galeo he saw that day.
The young man's name is Xiao Ning, the grandson of the elder of the Xiao family, and his cultivation talent is also good. At only seventeen, he has cultivated to the eighth stage of fighting spirit. Among the family, only Xun'er can dominate him.
Xiao Yan didn't have much impression of his own cousin. When meeting occasionally, he greeted each other and left. Perhaps because of the discordant atmosphere between his grandfather and his father, Xiao Yan could always feel it. This cousin, it seems that he is not very satisfied with himself, and perhaps because of the decadence he showed in the past few years, so this cousin, in three years, did not make a special trip to find Trouble yourself...
With a faint smile, Xiao Yan threw away the memories in his head and continued to study the gravel palm in his hand.
On the training ground, Xun'er was like a lavender butterfly, gracefully and agilely avoiding Xiao Ning's swift attack, her delicate and elegant face kept the dullness of Gujing Bubo all the time.
Xiao Shou dismissed Xiao Ning's melee attack somewhat boredly, and Xun'er gaze randomly in the lobby for a while, and then suddenly stopped abruptly after a while.
Looking at the young man leaning on the bookshelf in the east of the lobby, Xun'er's indifferent little face showed a gentle smile.
In the girl's graceful smile that seemed like a flash in the pan, the teenagers who were onlookers couldn't help but go stupidly.
"Cousin Xun'er, be careful!" Just as Xun'er was slightly different from the gods, a young anxious voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Feeling the fierce energy coming from behind, Xun'er raised her eyebrows slightly, but her eyes were on the young boy under the bookshelf again.
At the same time, Xiao Yan also raised his head, looking at Xun'er who was suddenly attacked in the field, frowned, and shook his head helplessly, with a vague worry in his eyes.
Looking at the anger and worry between Xiao Yan's eyebrows, Xun'er blinked her beautiful big eyes playfully, and then she suddenly took a small step to the left. Only with this one step, Xiao Ning was a little weird. 'S attack was avoided impartially...
When the feet were moving, Xun'er's delicate hands, as delicate as jade, poured out a faint golden glow, like piercing through the blockade of Xiao Ning's palms, and finally fell lightly on Xiao Ning's chest. superior.
With her toes tapping on the bluestone floor, Xun'er gracefully turned a circle, dispelling the strength of the reverse thrust, and stared at Xiao Ning, who had retreated more than ten steps and stepped out of the training ground for the last time.
Looking at Xun'er who defeated Xiao Ning with a palm, there was a slight silence around the training ground, and there was a loud applause.
"Hehe, Xun'er's cousin is worthy of being the first person in the younger generation in the family, she's really getting stronger and stronger." After being knocked down by Xun'er, Xiao Ning still had a gentle smile on his face, stepping forward and smiling. Softly.
Fixedly looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, like a green lotus, the love in Xiao Ning's eyes could hardly be concealed.
Although his cousins were named, Xiao Ning knew that most people in the family did not have close relatives, and Xiao Xun'er had no blood relationship with him at all.
As if she didn't feel Xiao Ning's hot gaze, Xun'er shook her head in a polite but unfamiliar way, and whispered, "Cousin Xiao Ning gave in." After that, before Xiao Ning continued to get close, she was facing the eastern part of the lobby. The young man who was buried in the scroll walked away with a smile.
As the focal point in the lobby, Xun'er's actions were naturally noticed by everyone. With a pair of eyes, he followed Xun'er's route, and finally stayed on the boy under the bookshelf.
For the hot gaze of the full training ground, the young man seemed unheard of, still intoxicated in his own world.