Chapter 27 How about marrying you when your hair reaches your waist?
Chapter 27: Will I marry you when your hair grows to your waist?
The head of the Ye family, Ye Jitian, pretended to cough, looked around at the crowd of martial arts heroes in the martial arts contest, cleared his throat, and said with great energy: "Everyone, if no one comes on stage to challenge this Yingxiong Zhao, Yingxiong Zhao can
The beauty is back in my arms."
Zhao Ningfeng smiled slightly, showing a calm smile, and glanced at Ye Yingxiu, who was sitting on the far right and covered with a red hijab, from the corner of his eye. Ye Yingxiu held the hand of the red handkerchief, trembled slightly, and then returned to calm.
He sighed as if he was resigned to his fate.
Ye Shaoqing's hands clenched suddenly, turned his head, looked at the blue-robed old housekeeper again, and said: "Old housekeeper, the second sister is the one who loves me the most in the family, and she is almost the only relative of my Ye Shaoqing lineage. I beg you.
You—take action.”
The blue-robed old butler's face darkened, he thought for a moment, and then took a slight step forward.
At this time, Chu Xiaotian, who was sitting with a golden sword on his back, turned his head to look at Ye Shaoqing and the blue-robed old housekeeper, sketched a smile, and said in a low voice: "This is the rule set by the head of the Ye family. Without rules, there will be no rule."
, no one can violate this rule, including people from the Ye family. Chu and several others here have become the notaries for the Ye family’s marriage competition, and they will naturally fulfill their duties as notaries. "
The blue-robed old butler's true energy was surging, his eyes were like electricity, and he was ready to go, but he did not take the second step for a long time. The Snow Soul Crazy Saber on Chu Xiaotian's back was pulled by the energy and trembled slightly.
The head of the Ye family ignored the actions of the following people, always smiling, and said loudly: "Ye will count down the last three numbers to determine the final destination of the little girl Ye Yingxiu."
The heroes and heroes who were watching hesitated again and again, eager to try, but Zhao Ningfeng's record was there, at least he was at the level of a second-grade grandmaster. More than a dozen second-grade or third-grade masters had been knocked out of the ring. It would be great if he could win a beauty.
But if you are kicked off the stage, lose face, and travel around the world, you will inevitably become the laughingstock of others.
"three."
"two."
"one."
At this time, the heroes and heroes onlookers separated involuntarily. Suddenly, the crowd of onlookers almost retreated under a suffocating pressure, then retreated, and retreated again.
A majestic man nearly two meters tall wearing a bamboo hat, a black coat, black gloves, and long boots, covering his entire body, slowly walked out of the crowd. The crowd spontaneously made way for one person to walk.
Passage, this person neither performed "Plucking Onions on Dry Land", nor performed "Swallow Turnover", nor did he perform the "Ling Yun Zong" Qing Gong. Just like an ordinary person, he walked onto the ring step by step, step by step, and stood on Zhao Ningfeng's side.
He stood still in front of him without saying a word.
Everyone's eyes focused on the little giant who suddenly walked out, waiting to see.
The head of the Ye family, Ye Jitian, laughed, and then said: "Then this competition will be the last final. Whoever wins will be the beauty, until the end."
Zhao Ningfeng slowly pulled out the long sword from its sheath. The cold light was flowing on the sword. It should be a rare sword that could cut iron like clay. Zhao Ningfeng held a sword flower and made a sword gesture to indicate that the sword was tightly wrapped.
The little giant takes action.
The little giant was indifferent, turned his head, looked at Ye Yingxiu, who was covered with a red hijab, and said, "Hey, that girl with big breasts."
Suddenly, the heroes and heroes under the competition ring were in an uproar and burst into laughter, looking at the joke in a leisurely manner.
Ye Yingxiu, who was covered with a red hijab, reacted. She slightly lifted a corner of the red hijab and looked at the tightly wrapped little giant who finally took the stage from bottom to top, feeling bewildered and at a loss.
"No need to look, it's you." The tightly wrapped little giant took a step forward and walked towards Ye Yingxiu, while Zhao Ningfeng's face turned cold, he moved, stood in front of the little giant, and said with a sneer: "
This brother, we haven't even competed before, so you might be too impatient."
The little giant smiled "hehe", as if driving away a goshawk, and slapped Zhao Ningfeng. Zhao Ningfeng trembled with his sword, holding up one sword flower after another.
Kill the little giant.
The little giant reached out and continued to take photos regardless. Zhao Ningfeng sneered repeatedly and shouted: "If you want to die, Zhao will help you."
The little giant stretched out his hand to grab an empty space, and Zhao Ningfeng's sword tip struck the little giant's arm quickly and extremely quickly. Instead of cutting off an arm as everyone expected, there was a violent friction sound of metal, which was very harsh.
Chu Xiaotian, the fourth best man in the world who carried the Crazy Snow Soul Sword on his back, suddenly stood up from his seat and said word by word: "Vajra Body."
The little giant stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Ningfeng again. He obviously didn't care about his failure the first time. Zhao Ningfeng moved around in the martial arts arena, showing off his mastery of Qinggong, and was greeted with cheers.
Ye Jitian, the head of the Ye family, looked at Chu Xiaotian and asked, "Senior Chu, what is the Vajra Body?"
Chu Xiaotian, the fourth in the world, slowly sat down, with a bitter smile on his lips, and said: "The ninth rank of martial arts, one climbs up one after another. The further back you go, the harder it is to advance to the next level. Ordinary martial arts people think that the first rank is among the top.
In fact, this is not the case. Above the first level, there are also the peerless ones, the peerless four realms, Vajra, Zhixuan, Celestial Elephants, and Land Immortals."
Taoist Master Qingxu, who was sitting next to Chu Xiaotian, took over Chu Xiaotian's words and said: "The one from Beihai Martial Emperor City, who is known as the best in the world, is actually among the best. As for which realm he belongs to, the old Taoist also guessed.
No; there is also the senior who calls himself the Sword Demon. The old Taoist was lucky enough to meet him once, and he has already entered the ranks of Zhixuan; as for the third person in the world, he is an enlightened monk, and he is the real Vajra Indestructible Body, indestructible to swords.
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The head of the Ye family, Ye Jitian, suddenly tightened his pupils and said, "Could it be that the person in front of me is the senior who just passed through the catastrophe?!"
Everyone present nodded silently. I am afraid that everyone here has to move back one place. There is always a shortage of hermit masters in the martial arts who do not seek fame and fortune. Even the man from Emperor Wu City dare not really say that he is the best in the world.
First, in their position, they can already come into contact with things that ordinary people in the martial arts world cannot, such as cultivators.
Ye Shaoqing's heart trembled violently, and he felt bitter in his heart. How old must he be to be regarded as a martial arts senior by Chu Xiaotian, who is in his forties and ranked fourth in the world? Could it be that the second sister is only twenty-eight years old and is about to marry a bad old man?
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"Senior, you sister! Shut up." The little giant obviously heard the conversation of several people here. He doesn't know any martial arts at all. This pretty boy is as slippery as a loach. He couldn't catch it even after a long time.
Depressed to death.
He was depressed, and Zhao Ningfeng, who was already pale, was even more depressed. His sword had hit the little giant hundreds of times, making a "dinging, clanking" metal collision sound, but it failed to break through the man's defense, and there was a rumor that
The backlash made him feel more and more uncomfortable, and he had obviously suffered internal injuries.
When this little giant roared at several Yipinjiang masters, Zhao Ningfeng immediately became happy and quickly backed away, hoping that a certain senior would teach this kid a lesson for disrespecting him.
But Zhao Ningfeng waited for a long time, and the top ten in the arena all pinched their noses and acquiesced, so they could only use this free time to adjust some of the chaos in the body's true energy.
The little giant stood in the center of the competition ring, as if thinking about something, no longer chasing Zhao Ningfeng in vain like a cat catching a mouse. Zhao Ningfeng slowly rotated with the little giant as the center of the circle. At the same time, he was also thinking about how to find this person.
The "cover door".
People in the martial arts world who practice martial arts such as "Iron Shirt" and "Golden Bell Shield" often have a breakthrough point. This breakthrough point is the "shield door", which is mostly found between the eyebrows, eyes, throat, heart, and lower vagina.
After waiting for a few positions, Zhao Ningfeng's eyes suddenly lit up. This person was wearing a bamboo hat, so it was obvious that it should be in one of the three places: eyes, throat, and between the eyebrows.
Zhao Ningfeng raised his sword and raised it again, but at this moment the little giant finally made a move, slowly raised his right hand, bluffed his fingers, and shouted: "Photograph."
It is the technique of photographing objects in the air that the green-robed Taoist priest used.
An unexpected suction force was generated, and Zhao Ningfeng's voice, which was originally moving like a cunning rabbit, suddenly froze, and then slowly moved towards the little giant. Zhao Ningfeng was shocked and quickly inserted the sword in his hand into the ring to resist the sudden appearance.
Huge suction power.
Taoist Master Qingxu's eyes were full of brilliance. Others couldn't see it, but he could see that this was real Taoism. His heart was pounding. This, this, this was actually a cultivator.
Taoist Master Qingxu is already fifty-six years old, and will soon be in his sixties and twilight years. At this time, if he can meet a cultivator and give him a life-prolonging elixir, he will be able to reach the top level.
Hope.
Not just him, but several first-level masters present, none of them were fools, they all saw that the catastrophe just now was not the catastrophe of ordinary warriors reaching the top, but the catastrophe of serious cultivators of the Eight Classics.
If you think about it, the cultivators who have survived the catastrophe are definitely above the foundation building stage. They are basically old guys who have lived for hundreds or even hundreds of years.
In the end, Zhao Ningfeng couldn't resist the increasingly stronger suction force, and was pinched by the little giant's right hand. He sighed helplessly: "Senior, I admit defeat."
The little giant lifted Zhao Ningfeng up in the air, like grabbing a duck by the neck, and said angrily: "You are like a slippery loach. I finally caught you, and you give up. Then I will do it."
What the hell?"
The heroes and heroes who were watching in the audience were in an uproar again. This senior was too uncharacteristic of a senior. Everyone else had given in. How could he still take his life?
Zhao Ningfeng wanted to cry but had no tears. He encountered an iron knot that could not be broken. Not to mention how depressed he was. Now that he was pinching his neck again, he had lost all face.
"Then, whatever the senior says, do whatever you want, let the senior do what you want." Nowadays, people are fighting for their own good, and I am fighting for their lives. After Zhao Ningfeng said this, he remained silent, like a hero and martyr who died generously.
"I haven't thought about it for the time being. Just stay here. I've planted a spiritual imprint on you. You'd better not run away, otherwise, hey." The little giant sneered twice, and then grabbed Zhao Ningfeng.
He shook it off and strode towards Ye Yingxiu, who was covered with a red hijab.
The head of the Ye family stood up quickly and announced loudly: "Okay, the martial arts competition is officially over, and this... this..." Ye Jitian suddenly remembered that he didn't know the name of this senior at all, and said on the spur of the moment: "
This senior has brought this beauty home, and the Ye family's crowning ceremony will be held next."
At this time, Ye Shaoqing stood up from his seat, walked to Ye Yingxiu, and called softly: "Second sister, if you don't want to marry him, Shaoqing will risk his life to protect you.
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"Nonsense."
The head of the Ye family was furious and pointed at Ye Shaoqing, a young man with red lips and white teeth.
"It doesn't matter." The little giant waved his hand slightly and looked at the two siblings Ye Shaoqing and Ye Yingxiu at leisure.
"Second sister." Seeing that Ye Yingxiu was indifferent, Ye Shaoqing raised his voice and said anxiously.
Ye Yingxiu stretched out her delicate hand and touched Ye Shaoqing's head, and said in a choked voice: "Shaoqing, this is the fate destined by the second sister. The second sister believes in her fate and accepts her fate."
"Second sister." Ye Shaoqing grabbed Ye Yingxiu's shoulders and shouted loudly: "Don't say anything dangerous to me. You and he have never met, and you don't even have the most basic understanding of each other, so you are confused.
Are you willing to marry ###?"
Ye Yingxiu stood up slowly, put her handkerchief into her red hijab, wiped away the tears hanging from her eyes, and said: "It doesn't matter if you are willing, or if you are not willing, as a woman, you can marry a chicken as a chicken, a dog as a dog."
"Pah, pah."
The little giant clapped his hands and said, "What a pair of brother and sister have such a deep love, it's really touching."
Immediately, the little giant strode forward, the figure of the old butler in blue robe flashed, pulled Ye Shaoqing who was blocking the little giant, slowly shook his head and said: "Young Master, I can listen to you in all matters.
, only this matter cannot be done.”
The little giant lifted up Ye Yingxiu's red hijab, revealing Ye Yingxiu's pear blossom face. He smacked his lips and said: "What a juicy cabbage. I was really in a hurry today. I'll wait until your hair grows."
Up to your waist, how about I marry you?"
The little giant took out an ancient book bound with thread from his arms, put it into Ye Yingxiu's hand, and said, "This book should be regarded as a betrothal gift."
Immediately, the little giant looked up to the sky and laughed, jumped off the ring, fell into the crowd, and gradually disappeared into the sea of people.
"senior."
Except for the blue-robed old housekeeper, the top ten masters in the world present here all used Qinggong and body techniques to catch up quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.
Ye Yingxiu stared blankly at the departing figure. Her brain was in a state of panic, and she didn't know why. Then she picked up the warm thread-bound ancient book blankly. On the cover were three big words written with flying dragons and phoenixes - "Causing Jue"
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There was one thing that the blue-robed old butler did not tell Ye Shaoqing, and it was the only secret that he did not intend to tell Ye Shaoqing. The clothes that the little giant wore were the biggest ones in the secret room of his room.