When the old monk heard this, he twisted his fingers and smiled, "The young eagle must eventually spread its wings, this battle is a battle that Qingyan must experience, and it is also the most difficult battle for Qingyan, and only by surviving will he have the capital to face the wind and rain in the future." The old monk motioned to Kurong Daoist to be calm for a while, and with the help of Qinghui, he looked at Yan Qingyan's departing figure and said lightly.

"You're saying Katsuhiko doesn't even have a chance to survive?" Kurong Dao's face changed slightly, as the first day of the Supreme Pavilion's snow hiding, the importance of the Supreme Pavilion to the future of the Supreme Pavilion can be imagined, and the words in the old monk's mouth are a little too cruel.

"What do you think of that person as being more unreasonable than Nalan?" The old monk did not answer the question of the Kurong Daoist directly, and asked the Kurong Daoist. "Between the two of them," Kurong Daoren replied, he who had fought with Xiao Fan in the past, naturally knew it, and naturally knew Xiao Fan's terrifying strength.

"So how about Katsuhiko compared to you and me?" The old monk was asking, "It's also between the two." Kurong Daoren said lightly.

"Any one of you and I will fight against Nalan Wudao, what is the result?" The old monk was asking.

"Surely we will die." Kurong Daoist replied truthfully.

"If that's the case, why do you want to let Katsuhiko go?" Kurong Dao people asked again, their generation produced a stunning and gorgeous Nalan Wudao, but the next generation was born out of such a demon as Xiao Fan, born at the wrong time? Kurong Daoist smiled bitterly.

The five of them joined forces to see how to resist Nalan Wudao and keep Nalan Wudao out of the gate of the Supreme Pavilion, and in the next generation, there was finally a person like Yan Qingyan, who could compete with them in martial arts at a young age, but he didn't expect to meet Xiao Fan, the demon, and Yan Qingyan is the future of the Supreme Pavilion, Yan Qingyan's generation, although there is a Yan Qingyan, there is only one Yan Qingyan, although Xiao Rudao is nominally from the Supreme Pavilion, but the real situation is that he is separated from the Supreme Pavilion.

"Now that the troubled times are coming, you and I can't be alone, let alone a Yan Qingyan, although it is a genius, but the genius who grows up is a genius, and the one who can't grow up is called a genius, Huaxia, there are many amazing and gorgeous characters, but now, there is only one Nalan Wudao calling for wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, this battle, whether to break the cocoon and be reborn, or to be destroyed, it depends on him Yan Qingyan himself." The old monk looked at Kurong Daoist and said lightly, the look in his eyes was complicated and difficult to understand.

When the Kurong Daoist heard this, he sighed slightly, Yan Qingyan is gone, nine deaths, a person who has not stood for a year, but can provoke the pinnacle of their generation, Yan Qingyan's hope of survival is almost slim.

"Didn't the Nangong family send a letter, go and tell them that the people have been sent out, and if they succeed or not, let it be fate." The old monk looked at Kurong Daoren and said lightly.

"No, Qingyan can die just like that, and the next generation of my Supreme Pavilion can't be buried just like this." Kurong Daoist shook his head, and his figures rose one after another, wanting to go down the mountain.

"Come back, at this time, neither of you nor I can leave the Supreme Pavilion." The old monk's voice sounded in the ears of the Kurong Daoist.

"Why?" Kurong Daoist asked.

"After you leave, what should we do if Nalan comes without a way?" The old monk asked.

"Do you suspect that Nalan Wudao and that kid from the Northeast are deliberately acting?" A look of shock flashed in the eyes of the Kurong Daoist.

"I do have such suspicions, everything happened too suddenly, the two may not have the possibility of acting, and besides, Nalan Wudao's daughter has a very personal relationship with that person, father-in-law and son-in-law, if they act in a play together, how will it end?" The corners of the old monk's mouth hooked up a sneer.

"Therefore, before the day of the decisive battle between the two, you and I, the third, fourth, and fifth children cannot leave the Supreme Pavilion without permission." The old monk said.

"The master is here, even if Nalan has no way to come? Although the master has not made a move for many years, if the Supreme Pavilion is at the time of life and death, the master will make a move. Kurong Daoren shook his head, and he still couldn't give up on Yan Qingyan after all.

"That man's martial arts are about to be completed, once he is out of the customs, he is bound to be extraordinary, he has sworn that the day he leaves the customs will be the time to wash the Supreme Pavilion in blood, if the master does not make a move, no one in the world can stop him." The old monk said coldly.

Hearing this, the figure of Kurong Dao was slightly for a while, "If I knew earlier, I should have killed him, so as not to have today's trouble." Kurong Daoren said coldly.

When the old monk heard this, he shook his head and didn't speak, if he could have killed it, he would have killed it a long time ago, so why leave it for today?

"Today's Supreme Pavilion is in a stormy time, so you and I must work together, leave the matter of Qingyan to him to solve it by himself, and come back alive or not, it depends on his creation." The old monk said bitterly.

"What about the Ji family? Since they are allies, they should also do their part. "Kurong Dao people still don't give up.

"The Ji family? The ancient family is not allowed to meddle in worldly affairs, besides, the kid of the Ji family is all thinking about the man in the Northeast, the life and death of the Supreme Pavilion is about other people's affairs? At the end of the day, we still have to rely on ourselves and don't put our thoughts on others. The old monk shook his head.

While the two were talking, Yan Qingyan had already left the Supreme Pavilion and embarked on a journey to the Northeast, he Yan Qingyan wanted to witness that the man who was as famous as Nalan Wudao before he was established in the year was a waste of fame, or did he really have his strength?

Huaxia, the battle between the two peak swordsmen, is about to be staged.

It's just that this battle is destined to be unknown, and for Xiao Fan, it is just a warm-up match before the upcoming battle with Nalan Wudao.

In the world, the younger generation, except for the two perverts in the Western world, no one can compete with him.

Even Yan Qingyan can't.

The Nangong family finally got a reply from the Supreme Pavilion, it was the genius of the younger generation of the Supreme Pavilion who came, this Yan Qingyan, who did not surface in the battle of martial arts exchanges between Huaxia and R country and the battle of Huaxia Tianbang, this time, he made a move.

"It's just that this genius of the younger generation of the Supreme Pavilion can resist the young man who is like a demon god in the northeast?" The corners of Nangong Ruoxi's mouth hooked up a bitter smile, Nangong Ruoxi is not optimistic about Yan Qingyan's ending, just because Xiao Fan gave her the impression that she was too powerful, too terrifying, in Nangong Ruoxi's heart, Xiao Fan is horizontal in her heart, an insurmountable moat, born in the same era as such a man, to be an opponent, isn't it a kind of sadness, male like Murong Jun, women like her, arrogant like Yan Qingyan, destined to be his foil, called his stepping stone to the peak.

By the time Nangong Ruoxi knew the news, Yan Qingyan had already set foot on the land of the Northeast.

Nangong Ruoxi's mind turned sharply, but she summoned the henchmen of the Nangong family, whispered, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.