The only daughter of Songjiazhuang is at the age of marriage. Mr. Song plans to recruit a son-in-law who is both civil and military, and has both moral integrity and talent, so he set up a stage.

The ring was divided into two games at the same time, one side competed with the other side, and the first place on each side was rewarded with 10,000 taels of gold. If there were candidates that Mr. Song had expected, he was willing to marry his daughter to him, but he would not force him to follow the principle of voluntariness. Who would not be willing?! Miss Song had both talent and beauty and had already become famous in Luocheng.

With such generous material rewards and desire for beautiful women, many young talents and people from the world came to participate, which made the event particularly grand.

Ten thousand taels of gold! Rong Yanran sighed secretly, why didn’t she wear men’s clothes today? Otherwise, she could go up and try her luck! Sweat! She thought she could recite a few ancient poems and was going to be invincible. This time she was really ink in her belly.

Murong An looked at her longing look and whispered beside her: "Ran'er, I'll win the ten thousand taels of gold, and then I'll share half of it." As he said that, he stepped onto the ring and fell down. He stood there with a little scholarly elegance, who made him look so white?

Rong Yanran looked a little stunned. Yesterday, because Luo Ziheng temporarily pulled him back, she forgot to win half of the money on the stall. He remembered this just now. He was a little ashamed, but when he saw the handsome guys fighting, he forgot to be ashamed.

Murong An is really a good martial arts master. His moves are gorgeous and practical. While showing off, he quickly defeated his competitors. There were endless applause, cheers and cheers under the ring, and Rong Yanran's hand clapping was extremely hard. Who made her friend on the ring, and she was so handsome?

Luo Ziheng could have warned herself not to mind, what's the use of going up and playing cool? But when Rong Yanran looked at Murong An on the ring, she ignored her love, and flew up without stopping.

Murong An used a folding fan. When he jumped onto the ring, he landed on a tree not far away and pulled off a branch. The two began to fight fiercely on the ring. The steps moved faster and faster, and each move seemed to have to determine the outcome, but it was unexpectedly resolved by the opponent.

After hundreds of rounds of battle, no winner was decided. More and more people were watching the game, and no one wanted to go up anymore. Luocheng was originally small, and relatively peaceful, and not many people with high martial arts skills. Both of them used only half of their ability, and the people in the audience could only watch it.

Rong Yanran just thought that both of them were very good at martial arts, and they were so outstanding in temperament, so handsome and handsome, so they could not tell the winner.

It was the first day of the ring. Because of the arrival of the two masters, the old man who was drinking tea in the restaurant stood on the top and watched down. He could not control himself at this moment. Mr. Song was very knowledgeable and recognized the two people on the ring as the current suave Ninth Prince and the low-key and famous gangster Luo Ziheng. These two people were his son-in-law? Although he couldn't ask for it, he didn't believe it. He just hoped that neither of them would have any trouble.

Mr. Song wiped the sweat from his face, and the competition for kung fu was finally over. Luo Ziheng won with a slight advantage, and the Ninth Prince was unscathed. That was fine, and he hurriedly led people to invite them to Songjiazhuang.
Chapter completed!