Douluo: My ancestors became gods in Dou Er Gang.

Chapter 446 Han Yue’s doubts, Xiao Yan, what is your background?

A trace of anger flashed in Han Yue's eyes, but also a trace of helplessness. She looked at Xiao Yan's retreating back and kept mumbling.

"But no matter who this guy is, he can't be so self-righteous!"

Han Yue gritted her teeth and cursed, her brows furrowed, her expression revealing deep dissatisfaction and anger.

However, just as she was angry, a strange emotion surged in her heart.

She thought of herself in front of Xiao Yan just now. The feeling of rejection made her feel very uncomfortable, but at the same time she felt inexplicably curious.

"Xiao Wuya, why can you ignore me so much!"

Han Yue muttered to herself, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

She thought again of the mysterious aura that Xiao Yan exuded just now, which made her feel an inexplicable desire to know more about him.

At this moment, a maid walked cautiously to Han Yue and softly comforted her: "Miss, calm down.

It's getting late, let's go back. "

After hearing this, Han Yue softened her expression slightly, but her face was still full of displeasure. She gritted her teeth and responded: "I know."

There was a hint of impatience in her tone, but she was also helpless.

So, Han Yue took a step forward and left this place that made her unhappy, and started the journey back to Canaan College.

Back in her dormitory, Han Yue was still in a low mood. She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking out the window with empty eyes.

With so many thoughts on her mind, she kept thinking back to the scene with Xiao Yan just now, her heart filled with helplessness and doubt.

Later, while Han Yue was sorting out her belongings, she kept thinking about what she should do next.

She was both angry and curious about Xiao Yan's attitude. She seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and couldn't help but want to know more about him.

"What kind of person is this Xiao Yan?" Han Yue asked herself softly, with a hint of hesitation and confusion in her eyes.

At this moment, a maid walked in cautiously, holding a letter in her hand and handed it to Han Yue respectfully.

She whispered: "Miss, there is a letter from Miss Han Xue."

Han Yue took the letter, a hint of surprise and joy flashed in her eyes. She held the letter and felt a warm current in her heart.

Her sister's greetings and concern made her feel warm, but the letter also revealed a hint of worry and worry. Her sister Han Xue said that the family's business had been targeted recently, which made her feel heartbroken and helpless.

"Well, it seems that the situation of our Han family is getting more and more difficult."

Han Yue sighed softly, closed her eyes and fell deeply into thought.

She couldn't help but think of the family's situation. Those who were once prosperous and prosperous were now facing various difficulties and threats.

Han Yue felt helpless and incompetent. She wanted to protect her family, but she was too weak to share the family's worries.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Han Yue's mind.

She remembered the exchange with Xiao Yan just now.

"That Xiao Wuya must have a strong background behind him, right?"

"No wonder he is so arrogant and confident and thinks nothing of himself."

Han Yue felt that her heart was getting heavier and she was full of infinite anxiety and uneasiness about the future.
at the same time.

In the vast arena of Yunlan Sect, the final scene of the disciple competition was extremely fierce.

The audience seats were packed with countless disciples and elders from the Yun Lan Sect, watching the two sides in the arena intently. Nalan Yanran, wearing the Yun Lan Sect's disciple uniform, looked heroic and valiant, with a resolute look between her brows.

Her opponent was a tall senior brother, wearing a light blue robe, with a stern face and a sharp light in his eyes.

On the competition ground, the two men were at war with each other, their swords blazing across each other, causing bursts of harsh wind.

Nalan Yanran's swordsmanship was light and sharp, with every move carrying a biting chill, like meteors streaking across the night sky.

The senior fellow across from him had a solemn look on his face and did not dare to be careless at all. His movements were agile and swift, sometimes rising into the air and sometimes dodging quickly. He skillfully avoided Nalan Yanran's attacks and fought with her at lightning speed.

"Nalan Yanran, as expected of you!" Senior brother said coldly.

A sneer appeared on Nalan Yanran's face. She waved the sword in her hand, but her eyes were full of determination.

"Senior brother, you are not bad either!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure moved like lightning, her sword glow turned into a silver sword light, and she went straight towards her senior brother.

The senior brother's face changed slightly, and he did not dare to show any slightness. He controlled the long sword in his hand and tried his best to resist.

The audience watched the fierce battle intently, their mood rising and falling with the sword moves, nervous and excited.

Suddenly, Nalan Yanran used her skillful flying catkin technique, turning into phantoms that were as agile and erratic as swallows flying and butterflies dancing, forcing her senior brother to retreat.

"Nalan Yanran, I didn't expect that your movement and fighting skills are so exquisite!" The senior brother exclaimed in surprise, with beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead. Facing Nalan Yanran's sharp offensive, he felt unprecedented pressure.

A glimmer of pride flashed in Nalan Yanran's eyes. She tightly held the long sword in her hand, like a blooming flower, blooming with splendid brilliance.

The two clashed again, their swords flashing like lightning and their fighting spirit surging.

Nalan Yanran's figure flashed, advancing and retreating, sometimes like a phantom, and her sword moves were continuous, like a violent storm, unstoppable.

Although the senior brother was brave, he gradually failed under Nalan Yanran's sharp offensive.

In the end, Nalan Yanran slashed out with her sword, and her fighting skill Qianfeng Gang exploded with powerful momentum, knocking her senior brother away and falling heavily to the ground.

"Nalan Yanran, won the first prize!"

Nalan Yanran waved the long sword in her hand, her eyes shining with pride.

Standing on the fighting field, she looked like an invincible goddess, graceful and majestic.

"so amazing!"

There were bursts of warm applause and cheers from the audience.

The powerful strength displayed by Nalan Yanran stunned everyone, and some even couldn't believe her performance.

The disciples of the Yunlan Sect were talking one after another, sighing at Nalan Yanran's amazing talent and strength.

"Look, Nalan Yanran has already broken through the five-star fighting master! Isn't this too fast?"

Someone said in surprise, with shock in their eyes.

"That's right, when her fighting spirit is running, her aura is simply amazing."

"With such strength at such an age, Nalan Yanran's talent is comparable to that of the Sect Master!"

Everyone sighed, with envy and admiration in their eyes.

Nalan Yanran stood on the ring with high energy and impressive momentum.

(End of this chapter)