Xiao Yan took a deep breath, clenching his fist within his sleeve to suppress his racing heart. He slowly turned around, facing the crowd in the square, his voice as calm as a breeze echoing across the plaza: "What does Elder Yun mean by that? Is your Yunlan Sect unable to play this game? Are you trying to overturn the table? Is that it?"
These words immediately stirred up a great deal of emotion among the many Yunlan Sect disciples in the square.
"How dare you slander our sect's reputation! If you don't apologize today, you'll have to ask me for permission to leave the mountain!"
"Brothers, get ready! If he doesn't give us a proper explanation today, we'll all rush in!"
Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, the disciples of Yunlan Sect were all furious, and it seemed they were ready to attack at the slightest provocation.
After a moment, Yun Leng waved his hand, and immediately there was complete silence behind him.
"You sharp-tongued brat! If you don't leave something behind today, don't even think about leaving my Yunlan Sect unscathed!"
He chuckled coldly and said leisurely.
Xiao Yan frowned. To be honest, he didn't want to fall out with the Yunlan Sect. This powerful force, which had stood in the Jia Ma Empire for many years, had such a deep foundation that even Xiao Yan, no matter how bold he was, was still full of apprehension.
Therefore, he doesn't want to ruin things unless absolutely necessary.
However, the old man seemed to have gone mad, completely disregarding the influence of the outside world. In order to preserve the reputation of the Yunlan Sect, he openly bullied the weak and attacked him.
This is something even an uncle can tolerate, but an aunt can't.
"Old man, are you out of your mind?"
“Nalan Yanran and I had a fair competition. She lost, and I won. What, you're not satisfied? Are you looking for trouble?”
"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Now that things have come to this, Xiao Yan can no longer care about anything else and immediately confronts the situation head-on without any mercy.
Hearing his reckless words, Yun Ling was furious. He waved his hand and roared, "Where are the disciples of Yunlan Sect? Surround him! Don't let him escape!"
As soon as Yun Leng's shout fell, the nearly one thousand Yunlan Sect disciples on the square immediately took action. Their fighting spirit surged, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Xiao Yan without the slightest hesitation.
The sound of longswords being drawn was incessant, and multicolored sword energy crisscrossed. Then, the sword energy merged into a huge net of sword energy, enveloping Xiao Yan.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan's fighting spirit surged, and he appeared fearless, but in his heart he was terrified.
"Holy crap, this is a disaster! Brother Ning, if you don't show up soon, you'll be collecting my corpse later..."
Xiao Yan mentally ranted.
High in the sky, Xiao Ning held a huge gourd of wine, taking a leisurely sip, looking like he was watching a good show, almost as if he was about to crack open a handful of melon seeds.
Seeing Xiao Yan defeat Nalan Yanran with his modified version of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Yun Leng couldn't help but cheer loudly. Afterwards, he gathered his disciples, intending to launch a group attack on Xiao Yan. He raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, "The methods of this Soul Palace are truly bizarre, exactly the same as my mental illusion. How interesting!"
Xiao Ning had a thought and was about to lower a wisp of his spirit to help Xiao Yan break through the encirclement, but he saw a figure drifting in from afar and immediately stopped.
"Haha, something interesting has happened!"
Xiao Ning burst into laughter.
...
Tensions were high, and a major battle was imminent.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
A cold shout rang out, like a thunderclap, sweeping across the mountains.
Just then, a figure drifted in from afar; before the person even arrived, the voice could already be heard from a distance.
Upon hearing the cold, rebuking voice, everyone in the square turned to look, and then they discovered the identity of the person who had come.
The Yunlan Sect disciples below all bowed slightly in unison, and even the Grand Elder Yun Ling could only shake his hand angrily and take a step back.
"The sect leader is back!"
"Disciple greets Sect Master!"
"Disciple greets Sect Master!"
At first, only a few people greeted the newcomer, but later, everyone in the Yunlan Sect, from elders to ordinary disciples, bowed and greeted the newcomer.
The sword formation surrounding Xiao Yan naturally dissipated, revealing the figure inside. Hearing the voice that had haunted his dreams, Xiao Yan felt a slight excitement in his heart and immediately looked up.
The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white robe, the hem of which fluttered in the wind. Her long hair was styled into a phoenix shape, which accentuated her beautiful face. She was noble and graceful, with an undeniable air of majesty.
The person who arrived was none other than Yun Yun, the current sect leader of the Yunlan Sect.
She is also the person who often appears in Xiao Yan's dreams.
His gaze shifted and finally settled on that elegant and noble beautiful face. Their eyes met, and Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback. Then his expression suddenly turned bitter.
"Yun Yun!"
"Zhang Fei?"
A gentle breeze blew by, revealing two faces that were both surprised and delighted.
Time seemed to stand still until, after a long while, two surprised voices rang out from Xiao Yan and Yun Yun.
After these words were spoken, both of them were taken aback. They looked around and seemed to realize something, and their expressions changed accordingly.
Xiao Yan's expression was complicated, and he was somewhat afraid to face Yun Yun. He never expected that when they met again, she would come to Yunlan Sect to break off her engagement with her disciple.
He had promised to come to Yunlan Sect to propose marriage to her, but now he had broken his promise.