Han Yu Zhan Shenyou's thoughts were pulled back, and he smiled and said to Xia Xiaodie: "Yes, there seem to be many more geniuses in this year than before. Some geniuses and even a few elders have been alarmed. , The enthusiasm of the people is also very high..."
Han Yu Zhan, who was talking a little excited at this moment, suddenly squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of Han Yu Xiaotian who was still fighting the dishes at the dinner table, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Now everyone who is going to participate in the competition is full of murderous aura, or recharges energy, or seeks to cultivate hard, even himself and many high-level figures in the family are a little excited and unbearable, you can look at your son again, where is there a Looking nervously preparing for battle?
"Xiaotian, how about the two of us after dinner?" Han Yuzhan rolled his eyes and suddenly said to Han Yu Xiaotian.
"Oh, what? Dad, you...you don't want to find a chance to beat me?" Han Yu Xiaotian looked wary.
"How can it be, Dad doesn't even use the true essence, just use...how about the skill of a sixth-level martial artist? How about bullying you?" Han Yuzhan pretended to be serious, but his eyes were betrayed. After seeing him, Hanyu Xiaotian's divine sense caught a hint of narrowness in his eyes.
"Fine!"
Han Yu Xiaotian thought for a while and replied. In fact, he also needs a strong enough opponent to test his current strength. Even if Han Yu didn't mention it, he still wondered when he could have a fight with his major general father. The field.
So, a moment later, in a school martial arts field near Hanyu Xiaotian's house covered by a high-intensity energy mask, a father-son duel unknown to outsiders was staged...
Xia Xiaodie is cleaning up the hall. As long as she returns to her home, she will let all the intelligent robots rest. All housework will be done by herself. She likes the feeling of serving her husband, serving children, and serving this family.
Dealing with technology, materials, and weapons all day, only this moment gave her a real feeling of flesh and blood.
"Hey, Brother Zhan, are you finished? Where's Tian'er?"
"He... went back to sleep."
Seeing that her husband's expression seemed a little unnatural, Xia Xiaodie asked suspiciously: "How are you doing with each other, don't you... really beat your son?"
"How can it?" Han Yuzhan cried out: "After so many years, Xiaodie, you still don't understand me?"
"Then... Tell me about the results of your discussions?" Xia Xiaodie was still a little skeptical.
"Xiaodie, maybe...maybe our son's future achievements will far exceed our imagination." Han Yuzhan's expression was a little complicated, but it was more of pride, longing and expectation!
During the Cold Feather War, it was learned that most of the young talents who participated in the Tenglong competition in the family are already seventeen or eight years old. Even some tribesmen who should have started to enter the World according to their age have also applied for the postponement of their accession because they wanted to participate in this competition. Approved.
These older clansmen often have cultivated inner breath for more than ten years or more. Now many people have reached the threshold of the eighth and ninth level martial artists, and even individual Tianjiao have reached the level of tenth level martial artists.
But Han Yu Xiaotian?
