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He not only knows how to refine elixir, but also knows how to guide students.

With the help of the old man, in just three years, she has already broken through to the realm of a great fighter. Can Nalan Yanran do it?

Perhaps, with the help of Misty Cloud Sect, Nalan Yanran can also break through to the realm of a great fighter, but she is definitely not his opponent.

Because, not long ago, I created a very terrifying fighting technique, which is unmatched by the emperor!

If you can't beat it, zoom in.

of course.

This is a last resort.

It may not be usable.

Maybe, I can win without a big move.

Xiao Yan stood at the foot of the Yunlan Sect's mountain, looked up at the top of Yunlan Mountain, his eyes seemed to penetrate endless obstacles, and finally fell on the woman sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

"Nalan Yanran, I'm here."

Xiao Yan's mouth moved slightly, the light in his eyes flickered, and there was no expression on his face, and he walked slowly towards the top of Yunlan Mountain.

At the same time, on the top of Yunlan Mountain.

The place surrounded by clouds and mist is the mountain gate of Misty Cloud Sect.

On a certain stone step in the big square in front of the mountain gate, Nalan Yanran closed her eyes and rested herself, waiting for Xiao Yan's arrival.

And around the big square, there were thousands of disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, all of them were silent, and a chilling atmosphere spread.

Above the big square, there are dozens of elderly people who are the elders of the Yunlan Sect.

Time passed slowly.

People watching the battle also entered the arena one after another.

Su Hao and the others had already selected their seats, entered the arena early and waited, and during the waiting period, they also started chatting.

"By the way, where did Hun Xingmeng go?" Wang Wu looked around, but didn't see Hunxingmeng, so he couldn't help asking, "Have you seen him again?"

"He didn't come back yesterday, he probably went back to his hometown for a visit." Su Hao said.

"Is that so?" Wang Wu asked in disbelief.

"Whether it is true or not, we will know when he comes back." Su Hao said, taking a special look at Wang Wu: "You should start the live broadcast."

Wang Wu asked in puzzlement, "Why am I the one who started the live broadcast?"

Su Hao said as a matter of course: "You are going to be a referee. If you don't start the live broadcast, let me start the live broadcast? My perspective is not as good as yours."

Wang Wu asked suspiciously: "Really?"

Su Hao said, "What's the benefit of me lying to you?"

Wang Wu stroked her chin, looked up at the sky, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Maybe you find it troublesome."

"..."

Su Hao looked at Wang Wu speechlessly, and didn't want to say a word. He really underestimated the IQ of this unscrupulous guy.

I always thought that she had a high IQ but no integrity, but now it seems that she has no integrity and a low IQ.

I was wrong before.

really!

People are unbelievable.

"Group leader, your eyes are a bit weird, are you talking bad about me in your heart?" Wang Wu had a keen sense, frowned, and examined Su Hao.

"Nothing." Su Hao said righteously: "Look at my innocent face, I promise I didn't say anything bad about you, absolutely nothing."

Yes.

I didn't speak ill of you, I just thought about it in my heart.

Hey.

Wang Wu stared at Su Hao silently for a while, then said with a smile: "Group leader, I will trust you this time."

Su Hao was completely relieved when he heard this.

Just right.

at this time.

Xiao Yan also climbed up.

After dawdling for such a long time, Xiao Yan finally climbed up the Yunlan Mountain. Looking around, my good guy, there are more than 1000 disciples of the Yunlan Sect, all staring at him covetously.

What is this for?

Hmph, let me tell you, I, Xiao Yan, didn't scare me too much, isn't there only a thousand or so people?

I am not afraid of you!

Xiao Yan ignored the more than 1000 disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, and his eyes fell on Nalan Yanran who was sitting cross-legged.