Chapter 107

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next day.

"No, I have to stay with the master."

Until the two of them disappeared completely, and their voices also disappeared into nothingness "..."

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On the day of the fight

Holy Land Dojo

Nan Xunran and others walked slowly, the sun poured on them, reflecting their slender figures.

Suddenly, a petite figure rushed towards them, bringing a breeze.

Nan Luoning suddenly threw herself into Nan Xunran's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, raised her little face, and shouted excitedly: "Brother!"

Nan Xunran nodded slightly and said "Yeah."

Nan Luoning quickly noticed Wen Rong behind Nan Xunran, tilted her head, and asked in confusion: "Brother, who is he?"

Nan Xunran's expression remained the same, and she said lightly: "Wen Rong, your brother."

Nan Luoning was startled at first and blurted out: "What?"

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she tapped her forehead and said: "He is my aunt's son?"

Nan Xunran tapped her chin lightly.

Nan Luoning then moved her lotus steps lightly, stepped forward, and said with a charming smile: "I am Nan Luoning."

Wen Rong also politely replied: "Wen Rong."

After saying hello, Nan Luoning jumped and stuck to Nan Xunran again, pulling his sleeves with both hands.

Seeing this, Wen Rong quietly moved his feet and quickly walked to the other side of Nan Xunran.

When their eyes met, sparks seemed to fly.

Pei Zimo, who was following behind, looked at this scene and couldn't help saying, "It feels like the master is surrounded."

Pei Ziheng nodded in agreement.

The dojo was crowded with people. The moment Nan Xunran appeared, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.

Everyone stepped back in unison, automatically making a wide path for him.

Then they bowed their heads and bowed deeply, respectfully shouting in unison: "Lord Saint!"

Nan Xunran nodded slightly, his expression calm.

At this time, an elder had already stood in the center of the dojo. He looked at everyone with a majestic look and said, "This competition is still a challenge system."

This internal competition is to rank the strength of the Chiling Holy Land, and those who rank lower can challenge those who rank higher.

After hearing this, everyone nodded to show that they understood.

The elder clapped his hands, and a protective shield slowly rose from the ring.

Then, a flash of light appeared in the air, and the ranking of the last competition suddenly appeared.

The elder shouted loudly: "The competition begins!"

However, everyone was whispering, and no one wanted to be the first to step onto the ring.

At this time, a voice broke the silence: "Can you challenge more than one person?"

Everyone turned their heads to see who asked the question.

"It's Qian Yu."

"Why is he asking this? With his strength, he still challenges more than one person?"

Someone couldn't help but sneer in a low voice, and a burst of laughter suddenly broke out around them.

[Qian Yu, the son of luck, detected]

[Son of the head of the Criminal Law Hall of the Chiling Holy Land]

[Experience: luck was taken away in childhood, unable to practice, killed the enemy a month ago and regained luck]

[Peak of the Great Power]

[Destiny value: 1736/1736 points]

The elder nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "Okay."

Qian Yu took a step forward without hesitation and said: "I want to challenge Wang Tai!"

When these words came out, everyone was shocked and immediately talked about it.

"Senior Brother Wang Tai is one of the top 30 strong men. He is a waste who has just started practicing. Isn't this courting death?"

Wang Tai heard this and twisted his fists violently, making a "crackling" sound from his joints. He said with disdain: "Let me teach you, a boy who doesn't know how to behave!"

Qian Yu snorted coldly, raised his chin slightly, glanced at Wang Tai and said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started!"

Wang Tai shouted angrily: "You!"

After that, the two of them flashed and jumped onto the ring.

Wang Tai sneered and said: "Junior Brother Qian, it's not too late to admit defeat now."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Everyone was not interested in this, and they all thought that Wang Tai would win this fight.

Unexpectedly, after a while, everyone was shocked.

Wang Tai fell to the ground with a bang, while Qian Yu's clothes were just a little messy and he suffered a little injury.

The elder's eyes fixed, and he announced loudly: "Qian Yu won this competition!"

Qian Yu clenched his fists, raised them high, and shouted loudly: "I want to continue the challenge!"

Then, he was full of momentum and defeated several disciples in the top 30.

Qian Yu was full of pride, and shouted wildly: "Continue!"

He looked at the rankings,

Then, he pointed to the highest point and shouted, "I want to challenge Nan Xunran!"

The whole audience was in an uproar. Everyone looked incredulous and started talking to each other.

"Is he mentally ill?"

"He got carried away after winning a few games in a row and lost his mind?"

"How can he challenge the Holy Son?"

Qian Yu listened to these discussions, and his originally proud face suddenly became ferocious. He looked around angrily at the people around him.

He cast his eyes on Nan Xunran in the middle of the crowd and shouted provocatively, "What? You dare not accept the challenge?"

Before Nan Xunran responded, Pei Zimo and his men exploded first.