This young man has good bones, this girl can't feel a trace of vitality fluctuations, and her sick little face can't practice martial arts no matter how you look at it.

"No, this girl is our disciple, and the one next to her is her husband." Wan Yan, who has always been cold, opened his mouth, but the news thrown out was explosive.

Fang Qingnan and Fang Rong next to him were stunned, and surprise flashed in the eyes of both father and son, this little girl was actually a disciple of the Martial Saint?

How is this possible!

Although I really wanted to say that I was not joking, I couldn't say this sentence when I saw the serious expressions of a few people, maybe he was really their disciple.

"I don't know what this girl is called?"

Wen Renya raised her eyes to look at him and smiled slightly, clasped her fists and said, "Little girl Wen Renya." ”

Shen Xiao also hugged his fists and said frankly: "I smell people." ”

The masters were stunned, when did this guy change his sex?

"Are you two cousins?" Fang Qingnan is also a little curious, this surname is the same, it can be seen that his father's side is a family.

Shen Xiao shook his head and said, "The city lord has misunderstood, we don't have any relatives. ”

Fang Qingnan also smiled and said, "Oh? Then your surname is destined. ”

Shen Xiao looked at him seriously and said loudly: "Because I am with her, we have the same surname." ”

"Poof!" Huo Dong squirted out a mouthful of tea, and the other people were not much better, either crooked the cup in their hands, or twitched the corners of their mouths.

I've never seen a man say it so calmly to a woman.

Wen Renya didn't think that he actually wanted to have her surname, well, but the name Wen Renxiao, to be honest, is not very good.

Shen Xiao knew all kinds of churning and incomprehension in their hearts, but he didn't intend to explain it at this time.

Wen Renya's name may not be known to many people in the Western Continent, but the name of Shen Xiao, the ninth prince of the Calais Kingdom, even if the Western Continent only pays a little attention to the movements of other countries, the princes who have bid farewell to the royal family will pay attention, especially since he died three years ago.

Even after three years, maybe few people remember, but it's still avoidable.

What's more, he didn't feel embarrassed by Wen Renya's surname, that family had never asked for him, what did it matter what his surname was.

Wen Renya is his only and closest person in this world, and there is nothing wrong with the two of them having the same surname.

Fang Qingnan and Fang Rong were also surprised, this young man was not sick.

"Ahem, I don't know what level Miss Wenren is now." Fang Qingnan coughed and turned the topic back from this weird angle.

Wen Renya smiled slightly, "There is no level." ”

"What?" Fang Qingnan's voice suddenly raised, and after saying these two words, he found that he seemed to be a little too excited, and immediately restrained his demeanor, and said with a smile: "Wenren girl really likes to joke, how can she not have any level as a high disciple of a martial saint." ”

"I really don't, there's nothing to hide." Wen Renya replied very seriously.

She practiced a different kind of kung fu than theirs, and according to their level, she really didn't have any level.

"Girl, although it is good to be modest, it is hypocritical to be too modest." Fang Rong has always wanted to apprentice, but this apprentice said that he didn't have any level, this was not deliberately annoying, he was not polite at all when he opened his mouth.