"Hehe, I didn't say you, you families are looking for an excuse and a decent one!" Yang Xiaoran quietly glanced at Miao Huanhuan, and after a glance, he said to Miao Wenxiong in disbelief.

"Even if I don't believe it, anyway, I, Miao Wenxiong, do things without a sense of guilt!" Faced with Yang Xiaoran's disbelief, Miao Wenxiong did not make more excuses.

"Don't say it, come on!" Yang Xiaoran pulled out the short sword in his hand and gestured to Miao Wenxiong.

"What about him!" Miao Wenxiong looked at the 'miracle' that did not move, and asked Yang Xiaoran.

"He! As soon as he appears, he won't have a chance for you to perform!" Yang Xiaoran really wants to play with the other party at this time, he doesn't want to make the other party lose with a 'miracle' move, so what else is there to play.

And since Yang Xiaoran came here, he hasn't done much, and now he just has itchy hands.

"Since that's the case, then I'll be the one who appears!" Miao Wenxiong said, he didn't want to take advantage of Yang Xiaoran.

"It doesn't matter, but the premise is that you are strong enough, if you are not strong enough, you will lose face!" Yang Xiaoran said indifferently.

"Don't be too arrogant, if you lose, it's a shame!" Miao Wenxiong also immediately countered.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's try it!" The short sword in Yang Xiaoran's hand slashed towards Miao Wenxiong as he spoke.

"Miss, will the eldest young master be that person's opponent?" When the two were fighting, someone asked Miao Huanhuan.

"It's hard to say, the two people on the other side give me a feeling that I can't see through!" Miao Huanhuan said to the person who asked.

"That's it!" Miao Wenxiong easily blocked Yang Xiaoran's sword.

When Yang Xiaoran's sword came into contact with Miao Wenxiong's knife, Yang Xiaoran felt that the opponent's strength was too great, and if he fought for strength, Yang Xiaoran was not an opponent.

However, compared with swords, more important is flexibility, so Yang Xiaoran did not admit defeat like this.

"Although you have great strength, you can't be brute force, see how I move a thousand pounds in four or two!" The short sword in Yang Xiaoran's hand slashed across the opponent's blade, and then slid to the back of the opponent's knife.

"Jokes, four or two thousand pounds, I have only heard of one force to break ten thousand laws!" Miao Wenxiong disagreed with Yang Xiaoran's words.

However, at this time, Miao Wenxiong felt that his knife seemed to have a thousand catties of weight, and he felt that he couldn't lift it for a while.

"Why can't you lift the knife!" Yang Xiaoran looked at the other party's flushed face and couldn't help but say.

"Who said that!" Miao Wenxiong used all the strength of his whole body in his hand, and picked Yang Xiaoran's short sword away.

When Yang Xiaoran's short sword left, Miao Wenxiong felt that it seemed to be a lot easier, and he felt that he had lost face just now, so he waved the big knife in his hand angrily.

However, Yang Xiaoran didn't fight with him, Miao Wenxiong took a step forward, Yang Xiaoran took a step back, Miao Wenxiong took a step back, and Yang Xiaoran took a step forward.

The two of you come and go, in the eyes of others, this is equal, but the two people on the scene know it.

Although Miao Wenxiong's strength is stronger than Yang Xiaoran, he is very aggrieved.

"Miss, the eldest young master's face seems to be too good-looking!" Miao Wenxiong's attendant said to Miao Huanhuan.

"Maybe I've been fighting with someone weaker than myself for so long, I feel ashamed!" Miao Huanhuan knew his brother better, and he guessed that he was not far from ten.

But the most important thing she didn't guess was that Miao Wenxiong was not ashamed because he was on an equal footing with Yang Xiaoran, but because the more he fought, the more he felt that he was suppressed by Yang Xiaoran everywhere.

Although Yang Xiaoran had the advantage, he was not complacent, and he still maintained a situation of going back and forth with the other party, and did not rush forward.

It's just that Miao Wenxiong is very helpless.

"If you are brave enough, you will fight hard, what kind of battle is this!" Miao Wenxiong shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Do you know what it means to set a thousand catties in four or two! I'm teaching you!" Yang Xiaoran was unmoved.

"Okay, you forced me!" Miao Wenxiong's eyes revealed fierceness.

But this ferocity is not aimed at Yang Xiaoran, but against himself.

I saw that he no longer dodged Yang Xiaoran's short sword, and when Yang Xiaoran's short sword arrived, Miao Wenxiong reached out and held the short sword in his hand.

"Big brother!" Miao Huanhuan looked at Miao Wenxiong nervously.

"Young Master!" his entourage also looked at the blood that was shed.

Then Miao Wenxiong took advantage of the opportunity when Yang Xiaoran's short sword was controlled, and waved the long knife in his hand, which was aimed directly at Yang Xiaoran's head.

Now Yang Xiaoran only has two choices, one is to abandon the sword and run away, and the other is to kill Miao Wenxiong before he is killed.

Of course Yang Xiaoran will not take risks, they have not yet reached the time of life and death to kill each other.

Yang Xiaoran decisively retreated with his sword, and his eyes when he looked at Miao Wenxiong also changed.

He didn't expect Miao Wenxiong to be so desperate for victory, you must know that if Yang Xiaoran didn't give up the sword, he could cut off the opponent's hand with a little effort, and the short sword at that time could be directly pierced into Miao Wenxiong's chest.

Of course, if Yang Xiaoran did this, the two of them would die, and Miao Wenxiong would not spare Yang Xiaoran in the life and death crisis at that time.

"You are ruthless, count me as losing!" Yang Xiaoran said to Miao Wenxiong.

"Men have to be cruel to themselves!" Miao Wenxiong smiled.

"What are you fighting so hard for?" Yang Xiaoran looked at Miao Wenxiong puzzled.

"I haven't been defeated by anyone of my class except my sister so far!" Miao Wenxiong said.

"This is damn self-esteem, you will die on it one day sooner or later!" Yang Xiaoran said to Miao Wenxiong.

"Even if I die, I have no regrets!"

For Miao Wenxiong, this honor is worth guarding with his life.

"But although I lost this game, he is even stronger than me!" Yang Xiaoran pointed to the 'miracle' and said to Miao Wenxiong

"As long as it's at the same level as me, I'll dare to fight!" Miao Wenxiong was still in high spirits.

"You madman!" Yang Xiaoran began to admire the person in front of him.

"Let's fight!" Miao Wenxiong shouted at the 'miracle'.

"Brother, I'll come next!" Miao Huanhuan said to Miao Wenxiong.

"No, you're breaking the rules when you come up!" Miao Wenxiong refused.

In Miao Wenxiong's opinion, although his sister has a great chance of winning if she plays, this will be true, and he doesn't want his sister to take risks, although Miao Huanhuan is even better than him, but as long as he doesn't die, he won't let his sister be in any danger.

'Miracle' turned his head to look at Yang Xiaoran, as if asking Yang Xiaoran what to do.

Of course, 'Miracle' knew that Yang Xiaoran admired the other party very much at this time.

"Forget it, count us losing!" Yang Xiaoran hesitated for a while and finally gave up this competition.