The young man was extremely fast and appeared not far away from Nie Fan in a blink of an eye. He inserted his spear heavily into the ground, staring at Nie Fan with anger...

Nie Fan was slightly stunned. Looking at the young man, his aura was extremely similar to Yang Xuening, and he was covered in coldness, but his eyes were filled with anger, which seemed very angry.

Nie Fan also guessed that the young man's senior sister Yang Xuening was Yang. He let go of his spiritual sense and vaguely noticed that there were some people watching near the hall. He looked at the young man and said, "You have been used."

The young man was stunned at first, and then furious: "You are talking nonsense, I'll ask you if you and Senior Sister Yang practice dual cultivation!"

Nie Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "If I say yes, what do you want to do?"

The angry boy's face became more and more distorted. He was so angry that he looked at Nie Fan with a loud look and said coldly: "I want to defeat you and let Senior Sister Yang see who is the strongest!"

Nie Fan's expression was a little strange. He didn't expect there would be a rival in love, but he never expected that there would be such a small rival in love. After pondering, Nie Fan glanced at the direction of the hall and said, "What do you plan to do after you defeat me?"

The young man looked bad and stared at Nie Fan, saying, "If you defeat your Senior Sister Yang, you will naturally know who is the strongest, and you will not be able to practice dual cultivation with you again!"

Nie Fan observed the young man with a clear mind and spotless heart. He was a innocent heart. He thought that he still didn't know the true meaning of dual cultivation. After thinking about it, he said, "Can your Senior Sister Yang see us fighting?"

"She is naturally unable to see her when she is at Master." The young man held a spear in his hand and kept turning. He wanted to fight Nie Fan immediately, but he seemed to think this was not good, so he kept hesitating to stab the needle.

Nie Fan nodded and said, "It's better to have a simple competition first. When we meet your Senior Sister Yang, we will call her formally."

The young man looked at Nie Fan, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How do you compare?"

"Wrestle the arm." Nie Fan said.

The young man blinked his bright eyes and nodded, "Okay, come with me!" The young man immediately drew his spear and led Nie Fan to Yang Xuening's palace.

Nie Fan followed him, and Lingjue kept paying attention to the people near the hall. Sure enough, as soon as they moved, the people also followed far away from the hall and followed them far behind.

Nie Fan quietly explored his spiritual sense and found that one of the people's aura was completely contrary to the place, but it looked like the yellow-faced and thin old man in the small world of Moshan that was killed. He immediately understood.

The young man pushed open the gate of the Ice Hall and walked with Nie Fan. Nie Fan's eyes swept over. As expected, he looked like Yang Xuening's surname. It seemed like a very majestic hall outside, but inside it was a simple little courtyard, simple and clear.

"Come on." The young man walked to the jade table in the yard, inserted his spear behind him, sat on the side and said to Nie Fan.

Nie Fan walked over, sat down opposite him, reached out to hold his hand and said, "Nie Fan."

The young man looked for a seat with his elbow and said coldly: "Weiye."

Nie Fan smiled and said, "I will count one, two, three, and start."

"Yes." The young man looked quite serious and looked at the hands of the two people holding each other in the middle.

"One, two, three, start!"

As soon as Nie Fan finished speaking, the young man exerted force violently, frowned, as if he wanted to pull Nie Fan down at once.

Nie Fan, who had only used 50% of his strength, was slightly surprised. At that moment, he almost couldn't control it. The young man's power was amazing. Only then did Nie Fan seriously look at Wei Ye. It was obvious that he also had magic weapons on him, which blocked his exploration. However, Nie Fan judged from this power that the young man might not be far from the innate.

‘What an amazing qualification.’ Nie Fan was surprised. Although it might have been specially cultivated by the Snow Mountain, even so was amazing enough. After all, this young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The young man didn't think so much, his hands continued to increase, his face was calm, his brows were frowning, and he was quite unwilling to accept his reluctance to defeat Nie Fan.

Nie Fan kept his spiritual sense until his maximum, and felt that the few people hanging far behind him also followed. The power in his hand continued to increase, and he kept pressing down the young man's hand.

Wei Ye's eyes changed slightly, gritted his teeth, and continued to increase his strength, wanting to resist Nie Fan, but how could he compare to Nie Fan in terms of cultivation or physical body, and could only watch Nie Fan press his hand on the table.

The young man watched his hand pressing on the table, his brows were still frowning, his eyes flashed, and he was a little angry, and then he looked up at Nie Fan, his chest was undulating, obviously very dissatisfied.

Nie Fan smiled slightly and said, "There is still a chance."

"Well, we've fought in front of Senior Sister Yang next time!" said the young man, then turned around and looked outside. Obviously, he felt someone approaching.

Soon, a young man in a thick black tiger robe who was leading the way in with a smile on his face, first glanced at Nie Fan, then looked at Wei Ye and said, "Wei Ye, why are you here? We have been looking for you for a long time."

Wei Ye was about to speak, but swallowed it back. After all, he used to pat his chest to teach Nie Fan a lesson. Now he has lost, but he still dares to speak.

Nie Fan glanced at the young man, who was only at the third level of the palace level, and his eyes were cold. He was obviously a cunning person. However, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies were futile.

Nie Fan did not take him to heart and looked at the others. These people were all monks from the Snow Mountain. At about the age of age, Nie Fan looked a little unnatural and they all avoided their gazes.

"Interesting." Looking at the postures of these people, Nie Fan thought to himself that he had been living in this environment without complicated intrigues for a long time, but his mind was much simpler.

The young man from the small world of Moshan looked at Nie Fan again. He just smiled and wanted to speak, but suddenly Nie Fan stood up suddenly and rushed directly outside.

The young man's words were choking in his throat. He had just twitched the corner of his mouth and was about to speak. Wei Ye suddenly grabbed the spear and rushed outside after Nie Fan.

The young man's face looked a little ugly. In Moshan, who dared to ignore him so much and leave without waiting for him to finish his words?

Nie Fan rushed out of Yang Xuening's yard at a high speed and looked up from afar. He saw that many people were brought in from three directions. They were walking on the ground in a very regular manner and heading towards the hall not far away.

Nie Fan didn't care about these people and looked up to the southeast.

I saw a young man in gray clothes, with a calm and calm expression, stepping from the void, stepping over everyone's heads, and walking towards the hall, without looking down from beginning to end.

After the young man in gray left, the young man in white and indifferent face also stepped forward, his eyes swept coldly below and chased forward.

The people below watched the two of them pass through their heads, and they were both angry, helpless and bitterly smiling.
Chapter completed!