Looking at the young man walking slowly by, Xiao Mei and the others all stopped in their tracks, the sound of laughter also gradually weakened a lot.

  The several delicate girls beside Xiao Mei stared at the young man who was once considered a family honor with wide eyes, and the expressions on their small faces were indescribably regretful or something else.

  Xiao Mei paused, her mind a bit tangled. In her heart, she also wanted to have a good chat with this young man who had once made her infatuated. However, reality told her that the gap between them was now growing wider and wider, and it would be foolish to still place her thoughts on a useless person.

  Her curved eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and Xiao Mei muttered to herself with some helplessness: "Lets just greet him, no matter what, he is her own cousin."

  Unaware of Xiao Meis thoughts in her heart, Xiao Yan walked over with his arms propped behind his head and a lazy attitude.

  Looking at Xiao Yan, who was within arms reach, a smile was about to appear on Xiao Meis lovely face, but the young mans actions made that hint of a smile freeze on her small face, looking somewhat comical.

  With his arms propped behind his head, Xiao Yan stood as if no one was around, his eyes not casting a sideways glance as he walked straight past several girls without showing any lingering attachment.

  She stared at the boys back, her small mouth slightly ajar, and Xiao Mei was somewhat stunned. With her looks, when had she ever been treated like this? A surge of inexplicable shame and anger rose to her head, and she couldnt help but shout: "Xiao Yan, gege!"

  His footsteps paused slightly, Xiao Yan didnt turn around, his tone was light, like a conversation between strangers: "Something?"

  In a dull and unfamiliar tone, Xiao Mei hesitated for a moment, shook her head slightly: "No..."

  Xiao Yans eyebrows slightly raised, and he lazily ignored it, shaking his head as he continued walking forward.

  Looking at the figure that disappeared at the end of the small path, Xiao Mei stomped her little foot in annoyance, and then followed the same road.

  Turning a corner, Xiao Yan raised his head to look at the spacious room in front of him. On the sign above the door, the three blood-red characters "Dòu Jì Táng" were written in a bold and flamboyant style.

  Listening to the loud shouts coming from the Dou Technique Hall, Xiao Yan was somewhat surprised. This place is usually quiet and rarely visited, so why is it so lively today?

  He shrugged and casually turned his head, then threw it away and stepped into the fighting hall.

  As soon as they entered the martial arts hall, waves of cheers and applause from young men and women rolled over.

  In the Dougi Hall, it was divided into two parts, east and west. The eastern part was where the familys Dougi techniques were stored, while the western part was a fairly large training ground. At this time, many people had gathered around the training ground, eagerly watching the two people competing in the arena.

  "Looking at Xiao Nings brothers aura when he made his move, Im afraid its already reached the eighth level of Dou Qi?"

  "Heh heh, two months ago, Xiao Nings older brother had already advanced into the Eighth Stage of Dou Zhi Qi."

  "Although he has eight segments of Dou Qi, Xun Ers cousin is actually nine segments of Dou Qi. It seems that Xiao Nings brother wants to win, but its really unlikely."

  "Come on, sister-in-law!"

  As the crowds astonished cheers and gasps died down, Xiao Yan finally came to a stop, his eyes scanning the training grounds before settling on the beautiful young girl in the pale purple dress.

  "Whats gotten into this girl, having the nerve to compete with others today?" Muttering to himself, Xiao Yan stopped in his tracks at the east side of the main hall, casually pulling out a black scroll from the nearby shelf, then slowly unrolling it. On the back of the unrolled scroll, several large yellow characters appeared.

  Huang Jie intermediate: Shattered Stone Palm!

  Leisurely leaning on the bookshelf, Xiao Yan read the cultivation method of the Shattered Stone Palm while occasionally glancing at the intense training session.

  The spacious hall was as if divided into two worlds. The west side was noisy and bustling, while the east side was quiet and peaceful.

  Xun Ers opponent was also a young man, probably around seventeen or eighteen years old, quite handsome in appearance, and not much different from Galiuo as seen that day.

  The young mans name was Xiao Ning, the grandson of the eldest elder of the Xiao family. His innate talent for cultivation was also not bad, and at just seventeen years old, he had already cultivated to the eighth stage of Dou Zhi Qi. Within the family, only Xun Er could surpass him.

  Xiao Yan didnt have a deep impression of this cousin of his. Occasionally, when they met, it was just a perfunctory greeting before they parted ways. Perhaps because of the discordant atmosphere between his grandfather and father, Xiao Yan always felt that this cousin seemed dissatisfied with him. Or perhaps it was because of his own decadent behavior in the past few years, so this cousin hadnt come looking for trouble in the past three years.

  Xiao Yan smiled faintly and shook off the memories in his mind, continuing to study the fragmented stone palm in his hand.

  On the training ground, Xuner was like a pale purple butterfly, elegantly and agilely dodging Xiao Nings swift and fierce attack. Her delicate and elegant small face remained calm and unruffled as still water.

  Xiao Shous somewhat bored expression opened up to Xiang Nings close-range attack, and Xun Ers gaze casually swept around the main hall before suddenly stopping abruptly.

  Looking at the young man leaning against the bookshelf in the east of the hall, a faint and gentle smile appeared on Xun Ers calm face.

  In the girls fleeting and elegant smile, the boys watching nearby were all stunned.

  "Xuners cousin, be careful!" Just as Xuner was slightly distracted, a young mans urgent voice suddenly came from the crowd.

  Feeling the fierce aura approaching from behind, Xun Ers slender eyebrows slightly raised, her gaze however once again swept towards the youth under the bookshelf.

  At the same time, Xiao Yan also lifted his head and looked at Xun Er who was suddenly ambushed in the arena. He furrowed his brow and shook his head helplessly, with a hint of hidden worry in his eyes.

  Looking at the hint of annoyance and worry between Xiao Yans eyebrows, Xun Er blinked her beautiful big eyes coquettishly, then suddenly took a small step to the left with her body, just this one step, yet somehow mysteriously avoided Xiao Nings attack...

  As her feet moved, Xun Ers delicate hands, like jade, emitted a faint golden light, which pierced through Xiao Nings sealed palms and gently landed on his chest.

  Her toes lightly tapped the bluestone floor, Xun Er elegantly spun around in a circle, dissipating the force of her counterattack. She gazed calmly at Xiao Ning, who had hastily retreated over ten steps and finally stepped out of the training arena.

  Watching Xuner defeat Xiao Ning with one palm, the training ground around her fell silent for a moment, and then burst into applause.

  "Hehe, Xuners younger cousin is indeed the first among the young generation of the family, getting stronger and stronger." After being knocked down by Xuner, Xiao Ning still had a warm smile on his face as he walked forward, speaking softly.

  Staring at the beautiful girl in front of him, who was as lovely as a green lotus, Xiao Nings eyes were filled with adoration that could hardly be concealed.

  Although nominally siblings, Xiao Ning knew that most people in the family did not have close blood ties, and Xiao Xuner had no blood relation with him at all.

  It seemed that Xuner did not feel Xiao Nings fervent gaze, and she politely but distantly shook her head slightly, saying softly: "Xiao Ning ge is being too modest." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xiao Ning to continue making small talk, she smiled and walked towards the young man who was buried in a scroll in the eastern part of the main hall.

  As the focus of the hall, Xun Ers movements were naturally noticed by everyone. Pairs of eyes followed her path and finally stopped at the young man under the bookshelf.

  For the fervent gaze of the training ground, the young man seemed to have not heard, still indulging in his own world.