A few days passed like this. One day, after finishing the morning market, Xiang Nan was preparing to go home and practice martial arts.
At this moment, two people walked in from the door, one man and one woman, one old and one young.
Xiang Nan was stunned when he saw it.
This configuration of a man, a woman, an old man and a young man is exactly Yang Huilan and her fake father.
The inertia of history is really strong, and they really came.
That's fine, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Hey, sir, do you want to go to the hotel or stay in the hotel?" At this moment, Lao Bai came up and asked.
"Huilan, what do you think of this place?" The old man looked at the girl and asked.
"It all depends on daddy." The girl said shyly.
"Okay, we'll live here." The old man nodded.
"Okay, please come upstairs~" Lao Bai greeted with a smile.
"Man, help us carry the box at the door in." The old man said again.
"Oh, okay." Xiang Nan agreed and immediately woke up.
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Xiang Nan then came to the door and unloaded the box from the carriage.
This box should weigh about 120 kilograms. In the play, Li Dazui cannot be lifted by anyone, but Yang Huilan can lift it with one hand without any difficulty, which shows that she is still very strong.
It is said that the sword moves lightly and the sword moves thickly. Yang Huilan is so physically strong, her sword skills are bound to be powerful, heavy, strong and ruthless.
Xiang Nan has been in the world of "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng" and "Sword Rain" for more than a hundred years. He can be said to be an old man. He is experienced and knowledgeable. From the weight of this box, he can vaguely estimate Yang Huilan's strength. Indeed It cannot be underestimated.
Xiang Nan then lifted the box to Yang Huilan's room.
Yang Huilan saw him carrying the suitcase without any difficulty, and her eyes were a little surprised.
But after seeing his coarse linen clothes and ordinary facial features, his eyes immediately darkened.
Xiang Nan didn't pay attention to Yang Huilan's eyes. After putting down the box, he went to the blacksmith's shop to get a customized flying needle, then went home and brushed a layer of oil on the long stick.
Continue to practice your palm skills and fingering skills to prepare for tomorrow's martial arts competition to recruit a bride.
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Then the next day, Yang Huilan and her daughter were indeed competing on the East Street stage to recruit a bride.
"Dear fellow villagers, I am Yang Dalang, a native of Qilu. I am passing through your land. I do not seek fame or profit. I am just because my little girl is already in her hair and has not yet been married to her husband's family.
She once made a wish not for her husband to be rich, but for him to be a hero with superb martial arts skills, so she boldly competed in martial arts to recruit a bride. Regardless of age, married or not, as long as he can beat the little girl's punches and kicks, I will be betrothed to him.
Any hero who falls in love with the girl can compete on the stage. Explain in advance that the registration fee is two cents, and you must sign a life and death certificate before going on stage. The sword has no eyes, life and death are determined by fate, and there is no accountability for both.
Qixia Town is a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. There must be many chivalrous people among the superiors, but the things below are ridiculous. Please bear with me. "Yang Huilan's fake father said loudly.
This was the first time in Qixia Town that a martial arts competition was held to recruit a bride. It was so new that it quickly attracted a large crowd of people to watch, and the arena was surrounded by three floors inside and three outside, making it impossible to pass through.
Seeing that Yang Huilan is as beautiful as a flower, naturally everyone covets her. So after Yang Dalang finished explaining the rules, people immediately signed up, and there was even a long queue.
Yang Dalang was collecting money and signing life and death certificates with people. In a short time, more than ten taels of silver were collected. Afterwards, those who had registered their names, paid their money, and signed their life and death certificates lined up to wait to compete on stage.
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Xiang Nan did not rush to sign up, but jumped onto the roof to get a bird's eye view of the whole situation.
He wanted to see Yang Huilan's strength first, know himself and his enemy, and be able to win a hundred battles.
The first person to appear was a young man. After taking the stage, he raised his fist and rushed towards Yang Huilan.
Judging from his clumsy steps and lack of control in his punches, we can tell that he doesn't understand martial arts at all and only has some brute strength.
But Yang Huilan was merciless. She drew her knife in her hand and slashed through the remaining clouds with a single movement.
The young man was not proficient in martial arts and could not dodge at all. With a sudden blow, his right hand was cut off, and blood spilled on the spot. He rolled on the ground in pain, crying for his father and mother.
Yang Huilan didn't care at all, sheathed the knife and sat back down.
It was the onlookers who carried the young man down and sent him to the medicine shop together with his severed hand.
"This girl was too cruel, she cut off her hand in one go."
"Why do you attack so hard? Just cut off someone's hand."
"Forget it, I won't compete anymore, my life is important."
The onlookers were all surprised by Yang Huilan's ruthlessness.
Seeing the young man's miserable state, many people who were interested in picking up the slack left one after another and gave up on going on stage.
However, it is impossible to get their registration fees back.
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Xiang Nan had long known that Yang Huilan was ruthless and ruthless. She even dared to chop her husband with the Sixty-four Style Widow's Knife. But it was too much to be so harsh on an ordinary person who had never met him and was not proficient in martial arts.
In fact, with her high level of kung fu, she could defeat him with only three moves and two moves using only fists and kicks. But she crippled one of his hands, and in this way, the young man's life was ruined.
Even though she had signed a life and death certificate and it was up to fate to live or die, she still went too far.
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Then, the second person came on stage who was not afraid of death.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, who also uses a knife. He came up to the stage, raised his hands and said, "Chen Qianshan, the 19th generation descendant of the Wansheng Sword and the owner of the Wansheng Martial Arts School in Qixia Town, has met the girl. If I am not mistaken, the girl's sword should be the sixty-four style widow's sword. Bar."
"Competition is a competition, what are you talking about?" Yang Huilan scolded.
Chen Qianshan hesitated for a moment, and then showed the starting position of Wansheng Sword, "In that case, girl, I'd like to ask for advice."
Yang Huilan also drew the knife in her hand and looked at Chen Qianshan with raised eyebrows.
Chen Qianshan is a veteran in the world. Although he covets Yang Huilan's beauty and wants to take her as his concubine, he is not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he circles around Yang Huilan and looks for an opportunity to take action.
Yang Huilan didn't seem to notice, and still stood there, motionless.
Chen Qianshan circled twice, and when he reached her side, he suddenly took action and stabbed Yang Huilan in the neck.
The sharp light of the sword shocked the onlookers.
Chen Qianshan's Wansheng Sword is also going strong.
The knife struck with such force and force that even a piece of wood as thick as the mouth of a bowl could be cut into two pieces, not to mention Yang Huilan's delicate neck.
As a result, the hearts of everyone onlookers suddenly tightened, and the timid ones even closed their eyes.
But Yang Huilan seemed unaware and couldn't move.
When Chen Qianshan's sword was just about to cut into her neck, Yang Huilan suddenly raised her left hand to hold the sword against Chen Qianshan's sword, and then swung her right hand and sliced towards his stomach at an extremely fast speed.
Fortunately, Chen Qianshan's reaction was not slow. He hurriedly let go, gave up grabbing the knife, and rolled backwards like a donkey.
Even so, the clothes on his abdomen were still torn, and he was just a hair away from being disemboweled.
Chen Qianshan was so frightened that he was dripping with cold sweat. He didn't even bother to get his knife back, so he jumped off the stage in a hurry and got into the crowd to escape.
