The terrifying strong wind directly made Danalan Yan like a kite with a broken line, and her body was thrown into the air like a fragile flower that was blown away by the wind.
Slowly breathing out, Xiao Yan’s fists gradually spread out, and his palm moved a stroke. The black shadow that had just flew towards Nalan Yan was shot over and immediately inserted heavily on the blue stone plate in front of him. The wide shadow, the original thing that previously attracted Nalan Yan’s attention was actually the mysterious heavy ruler.
“Sister Nalan lost?”
Countless people stared dumbfounded at Nalan Yanran, who had fallen from the sky like a lost butterfly. They were all unbelievable. This young master of Yunlan Sect wasAbove the square, all eyes stayed on Nalan Yanran, who was falling slowly, but their expressions were different from each other.