Chapter XVII. Conflict
"Brother Xiao Yan. β
The girl stood in front of Xiao Yan prettyly, her delicate and white little hands behind her, her body leaned forward slightly, her beautiful big eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent, and she was smiling, and on her pretty little face, a shallow provocation appeared, and she was cute and martial arts.
Eyes moved out of the scroll, Xiao Yan smiled and glanced at the girl in front of him, and then his eyes swept over the lobby, looking at the fiery gaze, he couldn't help but say a little helplessly: "Nizi, I know that your charm is not small, but you don't need to push me out as a shield, right?"
"Hee-hee. With a chuckle, Xun'er sat down next to Xiao Yan, lazily stretched her waist, and her delicate curves, wrapped in a tight dress, suddenly stood out seductively, and took out a scroll from the bookshelf behind her, Xun'er's eyes stayed on Xiao Yan for a while, and said with a lazy smile: "Brother Xiao Yan has entered the fourth stage of Dou Qi?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan, who was buried in the scroll, raised his eyebrows, and the ten-stage fighting qi was all in the initial stage, and the vague and weak fighting qi fluctuations were difficult to be detected, so if he didn't use the fighting qi or the test stone to detect, it was generally difficult to tell exactly how many stages his master had reached, and now, just a few casual glances, Xun'er broke Xiao Yan's bottom in one mouth, which really made him feel a little surprised.
"What is this Nizi, what is her identity? Looking at the fighting skills she used to fight Xiao Ning before, it is obviously a high-level fighting skill, this kind of golden light fighting skill is not owned by the Xiao family..."A few thoughts flashed in his heart, Xiao Yan turned his head and glanced at the smiling girl, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and nodded lightly: "The fourth paragraph." β
Seeing Xiao Yan nodding, the smile on Xun'er's little face suddenly became a little thicker, and she chuckled: "I think it has something to do with Brother Xiao Yan's half-month closed-door penance, right?"
"Hmm. Nodding lightly, Xiao Yan did not deny it, his eyes shifted back to the scroll, and asked casually: "Why do you have the leisure to compete with them today?"
"It's boring. Learning from Xiao Yan shrugged Xiang'er's shoulders, Xun'er said with a smile, her eyes turned to the young man, and there was a vague resentment: "Since the last time, Brother Xiao Yan hasn't looked for Xun'er for half a month, are you still afraid that Xun'er will not be able to repay you if you can't pay back?"
Xiao Yan was stunned, a little embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "I have to hold a ceremony next year, can I not hurry up and cultivate?" Raising his head, looking at the girl's slightly wrinkled pretty nose, he had to stretch out his palm and patted Xun'er's little head affectionately, and comforted softly: "I will definitely find time to accompany Xun'er in the future." β
Listening to Xiao Yan's assurance, Xun'er's little face relaxed slightly, and she kept whispering laughter in Xiao Yan's ear, that intimate appearance made all the teenagers in the lobby can't help but be jealous.
Looking at the two people laughing and talking under the bookshelf from afar, the corners of Xiao Ning's mouth twitched slightly, his face was quite ugly, a pair of fists, tightened, loosened and tightened...
As the grandson of the eldest elder in the family, Xiao Ning's sense of superiority has always been very strong, and for Xun'er, a different girl, Xiao Ning has been very resolute in his heart to make her his daughter-in-law, although this is just his wishful thinking...
Now that he sees his daughter-in-law talking and laughing with another person, it is difficult not to make Xiao Ning's heart not jealous, and, most importantly, the one who talks and laughs with Xun'er is still the most useless waste martial arts in the family.
The anger in his eyes kept surging up, and after a while, Xiao Ning slowly exhaled, and on his face, he put on a warm smile again, straightened his clothes that were a little messy, and walked briskly to the two people next to the bookshelf in front of everyone.
In the lobby, everyone looked at Xiao Ning, who was walking towards the two of them, and they all laughed gloatingly, of course, this laughter was obviously not aimed at Xiao Ning, but at Xiao Yanwu, who seemed to be at a loss.
His gaze swept over the shape of the human veins on the scroll, and Xiao Yan secretly memorized the position of the gravel palm and the position of the veins.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Xiao Yan's lowered brows suddenly frowned, and his sensitive soul perception made him clearly aware of the actions of everyone in the hall, including Xiao Ning's martial arts who was walking over.
"This Nizi is also a troublemaker. With a low sigh, Xiao Yan slowly put away the scroll in his hand.
"Hehe, cousin Xiao Yan, do you want to learn fighting skills? Do you need my cousin to help you find a few high-level jobs? There are some things, maybe my cousin doesn't have the authority. Standing in front of Xiao Yan with a smile on his face, Xiao Ning laughed and laughed in harmony.
Xiao Yan rolled up the scroll in his hand, put it lightly on the bookshelf, shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "Thank you for your concern, I don't need it for the time being." β
"Oh, hehe, I almost forgot... Xiao Yan's cousin's fighting spirit is only three stages, which is too advanced, and it is indeed difficult to learn. Rubbing his forehead with his palm, Xiao Ning seemed to smile suddenly, but the sneer on his face did not hide much of his martial arts.
Xiao Yan sighed lightly, this is the one who came to the door to scold...
The corners of his mouth slowly raised a mean arc, and Xiao Yan said helplessly: "I know that you said this just to attract Xun'er's attention, but I still have to say that you are very naΓ―ve..."
Being sarcastically ridiculed by Xiao Yan's merciless words, the smile on Xiao Ning's face gradually converged, he didn't expect that Xiao Yan, who was usually taciturn, suddenly had the courage to talk to him, his face was gloomy at the moment, and he sneered: "It seems that Xiao Yan's cousin has a lot of prejudice against my cousin?
"Do you need me to compare with you?" Xun'er put down the scroll in her hand, raised her little face, and her beautiful watery eyes flashed a little cold.
The corner of his eyes jumped, looking at Xun'er who stood up for Xiao Yan, Xiao Ning's heart was even more jealous, he glanced at him fiercely, and mocked: "You know how to hide behind a woman?"
"Why didn't you dare to talk to me like that three years ago?"
Xiao Yan picked up his toes and took out a bundle of scrolls again, blowing away the dust on it, and there was a faint martial arts in his mouth.
I have to say that Xiao Yan's indifferent and calm appearance falls in the eyes of people who have a bad feeling for him, and it really makes people feel that their chests are blocked.
The teeth were gritted together fiercely, making a creaking sound, although he was already angry in his heart, but Xiao Ning didn't dare to really make a move on Xiao Yan, no matter how low Xiao Yan's cultivation talent was, he was the son of the patriarch after all.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ning glanced at Xiao Yan coldly, bowed his head slightly, and whispered coldly in his ear: "Xiao Yan, you are no longer the cultivation genius of three years ago, and now you are just a waste, Xun'er, it's not something you can match, acquaintance, leave her as soon as possible, otherwise, hehe, although I can't make a move on you on weekdays, but after a year, I will become a * If you don't want to become disabled, I advise you to get out of the house early, and then hide in a remote place in the mountains and live your next life in peace!"
Listening to these threatening words, the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth lifted slightly, tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiao Ning with an extremely strange gaze, then rolled his eyes, picked up the scroll in his hand, turned around and walked away.
Looking at Xiao Yan's actions, Xiao Ning thought that he had compromised, but before he could be happy, the young man's understated words made him suddenly look like a martial artist.
"Well, well, a year later... I'm waiting for you to beat me into a cripple. β