Xiao Ning

　　Looking at the young man who comes near, Xiao Mei and other girls stopped their footsteps, and their laughter weakens without consciousness.

　　These young girls besides Xiao Mei gawp Xiao Yan with their eyes wide open. Looking at this young man once considered as the glory of Xiao Clan, the expressions on their face are mixed with lament.

　　Xiao Mei stands still, struggling in his heart, in fact she also wants to chat with this young man who she has admired, but her mind tells her that the gap between them two is becoming increasingly wide, and spending too much time on a waste is obviously unwise.

　　Gently frowning, then Xiao Mei's eyebrow stretch out, and in her heart she helplessly thinks: " No matter what he is my cousin. I should say hallo to him."

　　Not knowing what's going on in Xiao Mei's mind, Xiao Yan rests his arm on the back of his head, and comes near slouchingly.

　　Looking at Xiao Yan who is close at hand, a smile is about to appear on Xiao Mei 's pretty little face, but just then what Xiao Yan does makes her smile frozen, looking a little comical.

　　With his arms resting on the back of his head, Xiao Yan walks straight past these young girls as if they don't exist, without taking any notice of them.

　　Looking at the young man 's back with her mouth slightly open, Xiao Mei gets stunned. With her beauty she has never been treated like this? A wave of shame and anger well up in her heart, and she couldn't help shouting: " Xiao Yan brother!"

　　Standing still, Xiao Yan doesn't turn around, instead he uses a tone as if talking to a stranger, "Is anything wrong?"

　　His words, being cold and rusty, makes Xiao Mei embarrassed, shaking her head, she murmured: "Nothing ..."

　　Xiao Yan slightly raises his eyebrows, unwilling to talk with her anymore, so he just ignores Xiao Mei, shakes his head and strides forward.

　　Looking at the back that disappeared at the end of the path, Xiao Mei indignantly stomps, and then she also stepped on the same path, following Xiao Yan.

　　Turning around a corner, Xiao Yan looked up at the spacious room in front of him, and on its plaque, three red scrawlings "Battle Skill Hall" are painted.

　　Listening to the yells coming from the hall, Xiao Yan was a little surprised, usually few people would come here, how come it's so bustling here today?

　　Shrugging his shoulders, Xiao Yan steps into the battle skill hall without considering too much.

　　As soon as he entered the hall, bursts of cheers and applause of young people billow towards Xiao Yan.

　　The battle skill hall is divided into the east part and west part, battle skill scrolls are kept in the east, while in the west part is a sizeable training field. Now many people are gathering on the training field, excitedly looking at the two people battling there.

　　"Looking at the intensity of battle Qi of Xiao Ning, I guess he must owns a battle Qi of the eighth-rank, right?"

　　"Hey, Xiao Ning cousin has reached the eighth rank two months ago."

　　"Although he has eighth-ranked battle Qi, Xiao Xun owns the ninth-ranked battle Qi now, it seems that Xiao Ning cousin is unlikely to defeat her."

　　"Come on! Xiao Xun!"

　　Listening to the yells bursting from the crowd, Xiao Yan's footsteps stops, sweeping at the training ground, Xiao Yan fixes his eyesight on the beautiful young girl in a light purple dress.

　　"Why does this girl have the leisure to battle with someone today?" muttering in his heart, Xiao Yan stops at the east side of the hall, casually draws out a black scroll on the shelf next to him, then he opens it, and a few big yellow letters appear on it.

　　Huang-ranked mid-level skill: Stone-shattering palm!

　　Leisurely leaning on the bookshelf, Xiao Yan reads the scroll with his eyesight occasionally glancing at the training field where the battle is fierce.

　　The spacious hall is divided as if into two worlds, and on the west side it's noisy, while on the east side is a dead silence.

　　Xiao Xun's opponent is also a young man, but he is aged around seventeen or eighteen, and his appearance is quite handsome, no less than Galio who he has met the other day.

　　The young man is called Xiao Ning, who is the grandson of the great elder in Xiao Clan. His talent is also good, having reached the eighth rank of battle Qi at his age, and among the young generation of Xiao Clan, only Xiao Xun performs better than him.

　　Xiao Yan has not much impression of this cousin, though they have occasionally met, they are only nodding acquaintance, and perhaps it's because of the differences between Xiao Ning's grandfather and his father, Xiao Yan can always feel that this cousin doesn't like him, and thanks to his performs of self-loathing in past three years, Xiao Ning never comes to find his fault.

　　Gently smiling, Xiao Yan wrenches his mind back to the present and continues to study the scroll in his hands.　

　　On the training ground, Xiao Xun leaps like a pale purple butterfly, elegantly and agilely dodging Xiao Ning 's swift attack, and meanwhile she still keeps a clam face.

　　Casually blocking a melee attack from Xiao Ning with her hand, Xiao Xun's eyesight suddenly pauses when she glances around the all.

　　Looking at the figure leaning against the bookshelf and buried in his reading in the east of the hall, a smile of elegance and softness flashes on Xiao Xun's face.

　　Seeing the smile on her delicate face, the nearby male onlookers all behave in an anthomaniac way.

　　"Cousin Xiao Xun, be careful!" Just when Xiao Xun is distracted, an eager voice suddenly bursts out from the crowd.

　　Feeling the ferocious attack coming from behind her, Xiao Xun slightly raises her eyebrows, but her eyesight once again switches on the young man near the bookshelf.

　　At this moment, Xiao Yan also raises his head, and looks at Xiao Xun who is being attacked, helplessly shaking his head, revealing a hidden worry in his eyesight.

　　Seeing the smear of blame and worry on Xiao Yan's face, Xiao Xun playfully blinks, and then she suddenly steps to her left, though her stride is not wide, she dodges Xiao Ning's attack perfectly.

　　While her feet are moving, a golden light bursts out from Xiao Xun's palm. The light break through the blockade of Xiao Ning like a butterfly flying among the flowers, and finally touches Xiao Ning 's chest.

　　Pointing her toe on the lime stone floor, Xiao Xun turns around elegantly to buffer the counterforce, and then she facelessly looks at Xiao Ning who retreats with a stumbling step and almost falls out of the training ground.

　　Looking at Xiao Xun who has defeated Xiao Ning with a single slap, a slight silence falls on the training ground, and then the sound of admiring applause rang out violently.

　　"Oh, Xiao Xun cousin deserves to be the number one of the younger generation in our clan, and you are really getting stronger and stronger." Though knocked off the stage by Xiao XUN, Xiao Ning still keeps a warm smile, and he says as he walks near Xiao Xun.

　　Fixing his eyesight on the young girl as beautiful as a lout in front of him, Xiao Ning doesn't hide his adoration to Xiao Xun his eyes.

　　Although they call each other cousin, Xiao Ning knows that most people in the Clan do not have close relative with each other, and moreover, he does not have any blood relationship with Xiao Xun.

　　Seemingly not feeling Xiao Ning's hot eyesight, Xiao Xun shook her head politely but coldly and said, "Xiao Ning Cousin is too modest." After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Ning to say anything, in a big smile she walks towards the young man who is buried in the scroll in the east of the hall.

　　As the focal point in the hall, Xiao Xun's behavior is noticed by everyone, and all their eyesight, following Xiao Xun's step, finally rest on the young man near the bookshelf.

　　Buried in his reading, the young man seems to be unaware of the eyesight of the whole training ground still are focused on him.