Xiao Yan travels to Douluo

The two of them separated. Qian Renxue blushed and hid behind Xiao Yan to straighten her wrinkled clothes. She thought of "slut" in her mind and placed her delicate fingers on his waist but was reluctant to exert any force.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"What do you think of this competition?"

Xiao Yan shrugged and said nonchalantly, "If others want to vent their anger, I will go up and carry it. What else can I do?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"He's just a Soul Saint. He shouldn't have a skull and soul bone that's over 5 years old. His mental power isn't that strong and he can't hurt me."

"Then what?" Qian Yidong asked.

This sentence made Xiao Yan fall silent. After all, he had hurt his daughter. Even if he was hurt, and Meng Yanran said this, the bridge that should be forged has been forged, and the relationship with the Meng family will not be better. The only person qualified to go to the Meng family was Master Bibi Dong. She knew her attitude very well, and this feud could not be eliminated.

"There is no other way, just leave it like this!" Xiao Yan said helplessly.

"I plan to take Xiaoxue to her house tonight."

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, doubts appeared in his eyes, and he wondered, "What does this mean?"

Are you two going to fight against the master on behalf of the Holy Family, or are you going to resolve the conflict on your own behalf?

Xiao Yan turned around and looked at Qian Renxue. With a sudden thought, he held her in his arms and said, "This is my business. I feel sorry for bothering you."

"I am willing!"

"You're so kind." Xiao Yan kissed him again and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He didn't just have to fight against the master. There were people he cared about on both sides. It was really difficult.

Qian Renxue muttered, "Bad and careless."

Xiao Yan came here just to tell Qian Renxue about this matter so as not to worry her, but he really didn't expect that the Holy Family would come forward.

No worries, let’s have the competition tomorrow!

......

The next morning, only a few people came to watch the competition in the Soul Fighting Arena of Wuhun City. Yesterday, this matter caused a stir in Wuhun City, but today, with Bibi Dong taking action, there was no disturbance at all.

Both sides came on the field, but Meng Yanran was on one side, and Xiao Yan and Qian Hongyuan were on the other side.

The three of them came on the stage. Qian Hongyuan didn't even take a step. He sat down on the sidelines and showed his presence. At this moment, he was a member of the Holy Family, not a team member.

When the two came to a distance of ten meters, Meng Yanran said, "Are you ready?"

Xiao Yan asked, "Did you stay in front of my house last night?"

"Correct."

"Okay, let's start."

With the referee's order, the fight begins.

Meng Yanran sat down cross-legged, summoned the Martial Soul Transparent Mirror, released his huge mental power, and attacked directly without any skills.

Xiao Yan looked at Meng Yanran quietly, blocking the blow at will, and then the second and third mental attacks followed, without even shaking his own hair.

But Meng Yanran didn't seem to notice that the effect was not good. He just tried his best again and again and mobilized his mental power crazily.

Everyone's expressions changed. They thought this guy was crazy, too crazy to die. What was the point of such an unreasonable attack?

As the attack progressed to the eighth time, everyone's face was full of disbelief. How could the soul hold on like this? Was it going to cripple itself?

None of them could understand how uncomfortable a father felt looking at his seriously injured daughter and how much he wanted to vent.

After the ninth attack, Meng Yanran's speed finally slowed down. Sweat oozed out from his forehead and condensed into large sweat beads. It slid to the center of his eyebrows, flowed into the corners of his eyes, flowed to his chin, and fell to the ground.

Xiao Yan's eyes were still very calm, and his thoughts had returned to Holy Soul Village, to his childhood, to that dilapidated house, and Tang Hao inside.

After the tenth attack, Meng Yanran's eyelids couldn't help trembling, his eyes widened with anger, he pressed his hands on his temples, gritted his teeth, and blood oozed from his gums.

There was no light in Tang Hao's eyes. He only did two things every day, drinking and blacksmithing. As for cooking, he just took matters into his own hands. For him at the Title Douluo level, one more meal or one less meal meant little.

After eleven attacks, Meng Yan suddenly stopped, holding his hair with both hands, his knuckles turned white, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was shaking continuously.

He was so hungry that he screamed. Tang Hao sat next to him and watched quietly, with dead eyes in his eyes, as if the child in front of him was not his child. When he had no strength to cry anymore, he moved and walked to the kitchen. .

Twelve times, Meng Yanran lay on the ground, looking at the lights above the spirit fighting arena. His eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them, and he wanted to fall asleep.

Just when everyone thought he was at the end of his strength, Meng Yanran stood up, staggered towards his opponent step by step, almost falling several times, and finally came to Xiao Yan.

He slowly stretched out his right hand, holding on to the end with willpower, and finally pressed it on Xiao Yan's head, and the last burst of spiritual power surged out.

"Jin'er!"

"Tang Hao!"

Xiao Yan and Meng Yanran's bodies shook at the same time, and then they fell to the ground like a landslide.

Qian Hongyuan,,, complete victory!

......

Three days later, Xiao Yan woke up from his coma, sat up, and looked around. This was the guest room at Xiaoxue's house. It had become his second home. The room was clean and tidy, and no one else had entered it. trace.

Feel your soul and move your limbs. Okay, there is another problem. My limbs are slightly numb. Fortunately, it does not affect my movement. I think it will be fine in a few days.

It was almost dawn, so he raised his left hand, and the Wuhun Haotian Hammer appeared. Xiao Yan was stunned when he looked at this little hammer.

"Tang Hao, Clear Sky Hammer, Clear Sky City!"

Xiao Yan's eyes showed determination and he murmured to himself, "I'm going to go there sooner or later to settle everything."

Put down these worries, sit cross-legged, and seize the time to practice.

An hour later, Xiao Yan woke up from practice and found Qian Renxue sitting beside the bed, holding her chin with her right hand, looking straight at him.

Xiao Yan immediately became unserious, stretched out his hand to scratch her nose, and said, "You are fascinated by me!".

Qian Renxue expressed her dissatisfaction with a slight "hum", got on the bed, pushed her sweetheart down, sat on his waist, pinched his nose with one hand, and said in a feint of anger, "Do you admit your mistake?"

"I was wrong."

Xiao Yan opened his mouth to answer, raised his head, stretched out his tongue and touched the tip of her finger, and then said, "How do you want to punish me?"

Seeing his rogue behavior, Qian Renxue was angry, but she couldn't think of any way to punish him. She pinched Xiao Yan's nose again and said with a straight face, "Let me think about it and let it go."

Xiao Yan was not honest, he put one hand on his waist and touched his calf with the other.

......

Three days later, the two entered the Pope's Palace hand in hand.

"Xiaoxue, have you been here?"

"I don't want to come." Qian Renxue said in a dissatisfied tone, obviously unhappy that Xiao Yan forced her to come here.

Looking at the splendid Pope's Palace, Xiao Yan sighed in his heart, not knowing how to face his master Bibi Dong.

"Let's go to the main hall."