After winning the competition, the girl in red snatched her slightly messy hair and retreated under the flagpole. Only then did Ling Muyun have the opportunity to carefully look at the girl's appearance. She saw that the girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome and elegant appearance. Although her face was as beautiful as a dusty person, she had bright eyes and white teeth, and a beautiful face. She was a rare beauty.

The girl retreated to the flagpole and whispered a few words to a middle-aged man with a frosty face. The man nodded, walked to the center of the venue, hugged his fists at the onlookers, and said loudly: "I am a Shandong native. I am a native of Shandong. I don't seek fame or profit. I just want my daughter to have a baby in her old age and have not yet made a family. She once made a wish, not to ask for her husband's glory and wealth, but to be a hero with outstanding martial arts skills, so she dared to compete for martial arts. Anyone who is under the age of thirty and has not yet married can beat her daughter with one punch and one kick, and I will be the one who will be betrothed to him."

Speaking of this, the man paused and continued, "In the next year, father and daughter, traveled more than a thousand miles from south to north. Because most of the famous heroes are married, and young heroes are rarely willing to take care of them, they have never been in a good relationship. After a long time, they are all places of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. There are many experts and heroes, and they are ridiculous in their actions. Please forgive me."

Ling Muyun knew that the man who called himself Mu Yi was actually Yang Tiexin, Yang Kang's biological father, and Mu was just his pseudonym. He was wearing a coarse cotton jacket with patches on his clothes and pants. He was so thick that his waist was wide and his arms were very burly, but his back was slightly hunched, his temples were gray and his face was full of wrinkles. He was in his prime, but he was already old. It was obvious that he had worked very hard over the years.

Yang Tiexin, who was a pseudonym Mu Yi, waited for a while after speaking, and heard some gangsters making fun of him in the crowd, and he also commented on the girl, but no one dared to take action. Yang Tiexin looked up at the sky, and saw that the clouds were getting thicker and the north wind was howling. Seeing that it seemed that it was going to snow, he sighed, turned around and pulled up the flagpole, and was about to roll up the banner of "martial competition to attract brides" and prepare to pack up and go back.

At this moment, suddenly, someone shouted on both sides of the east and west of the crowd: "Let's wait!" Then two people rushed into the circle together.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help laughing. It turned out that the one who came in the east was a fat old man with a thick beard and a mostly white beard. He was at least fifty years old. The one who came to the west was even more funny. It was a bald monk with incense scars.

The fat old man saw everyone laughing, and suddenly looked unhappy and shouted to everyone: "Why are you laughing at? He is fighting for martial arts and kissing. I haven't married yet. Can't I compare?"

The monk said with a smile: "Honey, you will win. Will such a flowery daughter ask her to be a widow as soon as she passes the door?"

The fat old man said angrily: "Then why are you here to come again? People are fighting to attract marriage, why are you a bald donkey?"

The monk said, "Why can't I compare? If I could marry such a beautiful wife, I would immediately return to secular monk."

The onlookers burst into laughter after hearing the words of the two. Ling Muyun was also quite amused. He actually brought two top-notch skills to attract brides. However, compared to Ling Muyun's smile, Guo Jing seemed uneasy and cursed in a low voice: "It's so shameless, neither of them is a thing!"

Ling Muyun heard Guo Jing's words, and suddenly felt a move in his heart. He turned to encourage Guo Jing and said, "Brother Guo, are you interested in other girls? Otherwise, you can drive that old guy and that monk Hua. With your ability, those two guys are definitely not your opponents."

"Ah?" Guo Jing was shocked when he heard Ling Muyun's words, and then he blushed and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, this is absolutely not possible. I have already had a engagement with Hua Zheng, how can I participate in a martial arts competition and bride again?"

"What's wrong with this? Who stipulates that you can only marry a wife? Which wealthy family does not have three wives and four concubines? Not to mention the distance, isn't it just the Temujin you admire, not only one wife?" Ling Muyun continued to induce Guo Jing with a little evil.

In fact, Ling Muyun is also doing it for Guo Jing's good, because he knows very well that Guo Jing and Hua Zheng can't make it at all. And now, although he has met Huang Rong, perhaps because of his unexpected factor. Judging from his performance when he met last time, Huang Rong did not show any feelings for him, so it is probably too much to have a chance, so Ling Muyun wanted to push Mu Nianci to Guo Jing as compensation. We can't let such a good child like Guo Jing be a bachelor because of his reasons.

Besides, if there is no accidental intervention, Mu Nianci will inevitably be confused by Yang Kang's bad boy, and end up dying of loneliness and illness. She is still worried about her and Yang Kang's children until she dies. It can be said that her life is extremely miserable. If Mu Nianci and Guo Jing can be made together, it will be considered a kind of rescue for Mu Nianci.

However, Ling Muyun's induction did not seem to be successful. Guo Jing shook his head like a rattle: "No, no... I can't do that, otherwise if my mother knows, she will be angry to death."

Just as Ling Muyun was still discussing in-depth with Guo Jing about the issue of monogamy or polygamy, Mu Nianci could no longer bear the two shameless people on the field. She was so angry that her pretty face turned red and her eyebrows were raised. She took off the cloak she had just put on and was about to take action.

Yang Tiexin hurriedly pulled her, winked her, and told her to be at ease. Then he inserted the flagpole into the ground again, signaling the competition to continue.

At this time, the monk and the fat old man were competing to compete with Mu Nianci first. After a word, I had already had a big fight. The idle man watching smiled and cheered: "You two brothers will compete first, whoever wins will win!"

The monk said, "Okay, let's follow everyone, my husband, let's have fun!" As he said that, he suddenly stepped forward and bullied himself at the fat old man and punched him.

"Then I will accompany you, the monk Hua, first, and it will be no longer late to compete with my little wife after you are sent." The fat old man snorted coldly and turned his head to avoid it, and then punched him back without hesitation. The two of them were fighting back and forth.

The monk and the fat old man used the skills of the outer sect. Even if the monk is high and low, he is convenient to his skills. The fat old man is very powerful. Although he is old, his moves are powerful and not as weak as his prime. The two have their own strengths, and they are in a difficult situation for a moment, and they are evenly matched.

Guo Jing saw that the two of them were fighting each other and showed their strengths. He recognized that the monk used Shaolin Luohan Fist, while the fat old man used the Five Elements Fist. He learned from the Six Monsters of Jiangnan, and his martial arts were very mixed. He often listened to the Six Monsters of Jiangnan about and taught them. He had some understanding of the martial arts of each sect in the Jianghu, so he could recognize the martial arts methods of these two. However, he had only heard his master explain these two skills before, and it was the first time he actually used the fighting skills. Therefore, although the martial arts they showed were not high, he still watched them with relish.

Ling Muyun on the side was not as interested as Guo Jing. Although he did not see the martial arts skills of the fat old man and the monk Hua like Guo Jing, with his martial arts level, he could already see through the essence of the martial arts of the two. In Ling Muyun's opinion, the martial arts skills of these two were not even third-rate. After just a few glances, Ling Muyun couldn't stand it anymore. But this kind of skill that could only be considered a fourth-rate or fifth-rate skill, and shamelessly ran here to compete for martial arts and seek marriage. He was really embarrassed.

Although the fat old man and the monk Hua were both inappropriate characters in Ling Muyun's eyes, they both regarded each other as strong enemies. The two fought dozens of moves in a row without a decision. When they were in a fierce battle, the monk saw the flaws. The monk walked straight into the waist and hit the fat old man three times. The fat old man snorted, endured the pain and held high, and raised his right fist like a giant hammer, hammering it down on the monk's bald head.

The monk couldn't bear it and sat on the ground. He was slightly stunned. Suddenly, he took out the ring knife from the monk's robe and swung the knife to the fat man's calves. The fat old man jumped up and avoided it, reached out and trew it from his waist, and took an iron whip in his hand. It turned out that there were weapons hidden in both of them. In a blink of an eye, the knife was whipped and the knife came, and the killing was very lively.

When the onlookers saw the two of them moving, they couldn't help but exclaim, and they couldn't help but retreat, for fear that the weapons would be blind and hurt themselves by accident. However, after exiting the safe distance, the shouting louder, as if they wanted the two to fight, the more thrilling and cruel the better.

Seeing that the two men had moved their weapons, Yang Tiexin showed a hint of worry on his face, for fear that the two men would attract officers and soldiers on the street and cause trouble for him, so he walked up to them and advised loudly: "Please stop, please stop, this is the capital, don't swing a knife and a gun."

But at this time, the fat old man and the monk had already become more and more capable of killing him. Who would pay attention to him? It was still a knife whip that was sluggish. Yang Tiexin saw that it was not a problem, and suddenly rushed in. He flew forward and kicked the monk's knife out of his hand. He grabbed the whip head of the iron whip and pulled it and snatched it. The old man couldn't hold it and had to let go. Yang Tiexin threw the iron whip heavily underground. Seeing that Yang Tiexin was so powerful, the monk and the fat old man felt embarrassed and dared not say more. They hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground and crawled into the crowd. The onlookers burst into laughter again.
Chapter completed!