"Tsk..." The young man suddenly frowned again, "I'm afraid this competition to choose a son-in-law is not in line with our eldest lady's wishes, but it's hard to violate family rules... Hey, she's feeling uncomfortable now."

"Oh? The eldest lady of the Feng family doesn't want to compete in martial arts to choose a son-in-law?"

The young man looked around warily, leaned closer and whispered: "You don't know, our eldest lady has already found someone she likes. But that person's family is poor. When the master found out, he was furious and would definitely not agree.

My eyes are almost going blind from crying.”

Su Wangting nodded slightly: "How is that person's skills?"

The boy thought for a moment and said, "I heard it's okay."

"Since the Feng family doesn't care about the other person's background and only values ​​their skills, why doesn't Mr. Feng agree to this marriage?"

The boy waved his hand: "Of course, what you say on the surface must be beautiful, and you can't violate the ancestral teachings, right?? But who is willing to marry their daughter to a pauper?"

After a pause, the young man curled his lips and said: "I'm afraid... that guy will come to participate in the martial arts competition tomorrow. If that guy wins in the end, Master Feng will definitely not let him marry the eldest lady... Well... I'm afraid there will be something wrong

Let’s watch the show…”

"Isn't that what I want to do?"

The boy smiled and said: "Who says it's not the case? Hey, hey, hey, Luo Liba has said this to you. It's enough. Go away quickly. The Feng Mansion won't be hiring anyone these days."

Su Wangting said his thanks with a smile and left angrily.

In the early morning of the second day, there were bursts of firecrackers under the archway at the entrance of Fengcun Village, gongs and drums were beating, and dragons and lions were dancing on the Nuo Da Arena. It was so lively.

I saw a dozen exquisite carriages lined up at the entrance of the village, parked neatly.

They were all famous martial arts families who came from all over to participate in the Feng family competition to choose a son-in-law.

At 4 o'clock, the sound of gongs and drums gradually faded away, and the Feng family master, who was dressed in brocade robes, slowly walked to the main seat next to the ring and took a seat.

And a young woman wearing a bright red wedding dress and a red veil sat down next to Mr. Feng.

Looking through the tulle, one can faintly see that the face behind the hijab seems to be pretty.

At this time, the steward of the Feng Mansion walked to the center of the ring and said loudly to the young masters and onlookers who came to compete: "Today, the Wu Zhuangyuan Mansion will follow the instructions of the ancestors and choose a son-in-law for the eldest lady Feng Langzhi. Regardless of his origin, no matter how high or low he is,

Anyone who is confident in their own skills can go on stage and use martial arts to get married! Although this competition is a happy event, it should be stopped at this point just in case. The contestants still need to sign a life and death certificate before they can go on stage!! Okay, so.

Without further ado, the competition begins, which hero dares to come on stage first to fight!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man holding a spear shouted loudly and rushed onto the ring.

When the housekeeper saw this man, he immediately looked embarrassed.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

I saw this man wearing coarse cloth and shabby clothes. Even the spear he held in his hand was just a homemade white wood handle.

It was in sharp contrast to the young men in brocade clothes holding famous utensils in the audience.

The housekeeper took two steps forward, frowned and said: "Ke Dingnan, don't be ignorant! Master Feng has promised you that as long as you don't come to look for the eldest lady again, he will give you a sum of money to settle down! Don't toast and refuse to eat, you have to ask for it.

You’ll have to drink for free! If you know better, get off the stage and leave!”

Hearing the sound of "grab", Ke Dingnan slammed the handle of the gun to the ground, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "The rules of the Wu Zhuangyuan Mansion to choose a son-in-law are regardless of birth, no matter how high or low, why can't I come to this contest!?"

The housekeeper turned around and looked at Mr. Feng with a troubled expression.

Master Feng's face was obviously unhappy, and even the veins on his forehead had popped out.

But it would definitely be shameful to break one's promise in public, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "That's right, our Wu Zhuangyuan Mansion has always chosen sons-in-law based on martial arts, regardless of their background. Of course you can fight."

After speaking, Mr. Feng nodded to the butler.

The butler immediately shouted to the audience: "In that case, which hero dares to be the first to challenge this person!"

"I come!!"

I saw a man wearing a purple shirt holding a long sword and leaping onto the stage, clasping his fists and saying, "I am Hong Yu, from the Hong family in Huaxi, Zhongzhou."

The butler looked happy and nodded: "It turns out he is the son of the Hong family, a prominent family in Huaxi. I have heard for a long time that the swordsmanship passed down by your family is quite unique, so today can be an eye-opener for everyone. Okay! The competition begins!!

"

After finishing speaking, the butler glared at Ke Dingnan with disdain and walked off the stage.

Ke Dingnan held a gun and clasped his fists: "Please!"

Hong Yu sneered, looked up and down at his shabby clothes with disdain, and then casually held his hand in his hand: "Please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword came out of its sheath with a swipe. Hong Yu made a sword trick and said with a sinister smile: "You must be careful!"

Ke Dingnan took a deep breath, took a half-empty step and raised his gun: "Come on!!"

With a slight shout, Hong Yu raised his sword and rushed over!!

"Ding! Ding Ding! Ding..."

In an instant, there was a constant sound of weapons clashing, and sparks flying everywhere. The two of them were going back and forth, and in an instant they had exchanged more than ten moves.

When everyone in the audience was surprised that Ke Dingnan could actually be on par with the master of martial arts, they heard a "bang" sound, and the spear suddenly made a pear blossom swing, knocking the long sword in Hong Yu's hand to the ground.

Hong Yu took a deep breath and hurriedly bent over to pick up the sword.

How could Ke Dingnan let go of such a good opportunity? He hurriedly lowered his posture and thrust out his spear close to the ground. After pushing away the opponent's long sword that fell on the ground, he raised the spear head fiercely!

Hong Yu, who had just bent down, suddenly seemed to be frozen, not daring to move.

Just because the tip of the spear had reached his throat from bottom to top!

"White snakes flow to the ground." Ke Dingnan slowly retracted his spear and stood up straight, "I accept."

Hong Yu's face was ashen, he picked up the sword and stood there for a long time, then walked away.

Master Feng frowned when he saw this, and his face couldn't help showing disappointment.

Seeing that his master was displeased, the butler rushed to the ring, waved and shouted: "Come on, come on, don't let him stop!! But there are still heroes who dare to come on stage and give it a try!!"

"I'll meet him!"

A man in a pink shirt walked onto the stage, holding a long willow-leaf knife.

The butler said loudly: "Send your name!"

The man in pink shirt clasped his fists: "I'm the Chen family of Moyang, Chen Jiyang!"

The housekeeper nodded slightly: "It turns out to be the Chen family, a prominent family in Moyang, so what you used must be your Chen family's Qiushui Sword Technique?"

“Exactly!!”

"Okay, the competition begins!!"

But what is surprising is that the two of them only exchanged twenty moves before the tip of the spear was already pressed against Chen Jiyang's chest.

Ke Dingnan was seen half-crouching back, his spear thrust out against his back, and the tip of the spear had touched the opponent's chest.

"Return...return the carbine?" Chen Jiyang stared at the tip of the gun on his chest, sweating.

"No. It's the immortal carrying the sword." Ke Dingnan retracted his gun, clasped his fists, "I accept."

Killed two people in a row!!

This time, before the butler could step forward to call for someone else, Mr. Feng stamped his feet and shouted, "Is there anyone else?! Don't let him breathe, come on stage quickly!!"

Afterwards, five more people stepped onto the stage one after another.

But without exception, these five people also stepped down.

All defeated!!

After winning five games in a row again, Ke Dingnan gasped and shouted: "Who else is there!!"

No one in the audience dared to respond.

It seems that they all understand that although the spear is simple and plain, this man's marksmanship is really brilliant!!

Not bad!

Mr. Feng's face was flushed at this time, his fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were gritting loudly.

But behind the hijab, Feng Langzhi's face showed a happy smile.

The father and daughter were secretly arguing in their hearts at this time.

But judging from the current situation in the arena, Feng Langzhi seems to have a winning chance.

"Who else!!"

Ke Dingnan shook the spear in his hand and shouted again.

But still no one dared to respond.

After a long while, Ke Dingnan was relieved and let out a long sigh. He turned to Feng Langzhi and smiled. Then he cupped his fists and said to Mr. Feng: "Master Feng, since no one is here to challenge you, I must have won the qualification to marry this daughter."

.”

Upon hearing this, Mr. Feng coughed violently and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Let me try..."

At this time, a faint voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
To be continued...