There was a young man named Lin Zhi underneath. He smiled and said loudly: "Miss Yang, if you have any interesting ways to compete, it doesn't matter. None of us here will refuse your request."
As soon as I said this sentence, many people were talking about it.
Now that Lin Zhiduo has said this, he will not show stinginess in front of the woman he likes.
Everyone nodded to show their determination: "We agree."
Everyone agreed, and Miss Yang showed a proud look on her face. She was very happy that the trick Mo Yuheng used was very effective.
"This person is my friend Mo Yuheng. This time he heard that I was competing in martial arts competitions and came out to find me personally from the sect. I feel uneasy and want to test you personally. If any of you can compare to my friend, I will Marry that person willingly.”
Hearing these words, everyone looked up to look at the beautiful lady in blue and white clothes, wearing a veil and exuding an inviolable temperament.
Only the direct disciples of Yuan Ying of the popular sect had the magnanimity. Originally, everyone didn't care about the Yang family.
Miss Yang's father is just a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. Miss Yang herself is also a person at the 10th level of Qi training. There are no elders with high cultivation in the family.
Naturally, everything is in the hands of the people present, and each person's identity can overwhelm the other.
Now, suddenly, a friend of Miss Liang's who was born in a large sect appeared and brought this overwhelming situation to a balance. The other party even suppressed them and did not dare to say a word.
There were many dead people present. It was not easy to see the identity of the other party, so I didn’t dare to say that all of them were standing around with evil intentions.
There is only one way to deal with it.
Regardless of Miss Yang's moves, many people took them one by one.
Mo Yuheng smiled slightly and slowly walked down from the air.
There are no mistakes at all, and the control is very good.
People who were initially contemptuous stopped their thoughts and looked at it seriously.
"I think we are all talented young talents, but after all, Sister Yang is my friend. As a friend, I will naturally have to take care of his life-long events."
Lin Zhi saw that Mo Yuheng's grace had crushed Miss Yang into ashes, and his eyes flashed with other thoughts.
Fu He: "What the girl said is that everyone can't let the girl down if they rely on their abilities."
"I wonder what question the girl asked."
"Cultivation, talent, character, family affairs, and financial resources are all indispensable. I don't want Sister Yang to suffer in the past when she marries one of you. She has no money to spend, and has to bear the ridicule of concubines or family members at home. It's even worse for those with poor talent and character. No, for fear of letting Sister Yang suffer the grievances in the past, with no one to comfort her, and also have to bear the ridicule from her husband. Only those with good talent and have gone further can be worthy of Sister Yang. "
Hearing these words, some unconfident people's faces turned red and they were indignant: "Why? We want to have a good family background and financial resources. Aren't you mocking us people by saying this?"
Mo Yuheng smiled and shook his head without being angry. He reached out and took out the fourth-grade explosive talisman from his storage bag. He kept playing with it and injecting spiritual power into it, exuding a long light.
The man wanted to retort, but he shut up immediately.
Everyone thought that the Yang family wanted to repent and deliberately found someone to insult them, hoping that they would give up.
It's fine now. He swallowed his saliva and watched the fourth-grade explosive talisman slowly retreat.
As expected, the other party is a disciple of a large sect, and his identity is genuine.
I didn't see what I was wearing, and Qi Du was not afraid of what they were looking at.
"I don't know how the girl wants to compare."
"There are 500 people here. If the competition is troublesome and a waste of time, those of you who feel inadequate can step back and leave under the conditions I mentioned before, so as not to humiliate yourself by staying."
Mo Yuheng was so rude that some people were so angry that they didn't dare to do anything.
Just forcing a smile, everyone stepped back.
Suddenly, most of the room was empty, with only a few dozen people left.
"It seems that everyone is sensible and didn't ask me to travel all the way in vain."
Mo Yuheng looked at them with pressure-filled eyes.
Many people bowed their heads and remained silent.
This girl is not easy to mess with.
Mo Yuheng was thinking that since Miss Yang didn't want to marry these people, she was forced to be bullied by these people and didn't dare to say anything.
If I resolve this matter myself and leave, I'm afraid these people will be unconvinced.
Then we need to make them self-aware.
Mo Yuheng continued to make up the purpose of her visit, so that no one would dare to doubt her origins.
Lin Zhi was very appreciative: "I am not talented. I think I can meet Miss Yang's standards for choosing a mate. I don't know what to compare with next."
Mo Yuheng took out the Thousand Faces of Spiritual Energy. In addition to changing the shape of a person's face, it also has the function of adding pressure.
The Thousand Faces slowly grew in size and illuminated the people present.
"This is! A spiritual weapon." Someone exclaimed, completely believing that Mo Yuheng's identity was not simple.
"A test of how much you like Sister Yang? The one who lasts the longest wins."
"That's a little unfair."
Some people are unwilling to oppose this competition.
It's a pity that he also turned into a scumbag in front of Mo Yuheng: "I can't be fair. If you want to marry Sister Yang, you have to rely on your own abilities, not your own family affairs. I think the power behind each of you is not small, and no one is better than the other. Poor. How to choose the best one?"
When asked this question, the man was speechless.
The pressure above became more and more intense, and at first I felt very comfortable with it, although the pressure was a bit more bearable.
Then the pressure grew and it started to feel uncomfortable.
Then the pressure increased, and many people sweated on their foreheads.
Everyone gritted their teeth and held on, no one wanted to lose face.
"Come on, I believe I will lose."
"There is absolutely no difference between comparisons."
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Many people gritted their teeth and persisted, but one person failed and retreated.
Mo Yuheng began to admire these young geniuses who were spoiled by others.
Mo Yuheng made a hand seal, and the pressure became even greater.
Suddenly someone couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees with a plop.
Mo Yuheng wanted to go over and throw the other person down, but the other person still gritted his teeth and refused to lie down. Sweat rolled down his forehead and fell to the ground with his hands on the ground.
In the end, he couldn't withstand the increased pressure, even if his teeth clenched and clenched, it was useless.
He fell to the ground with a thud and passed out. Mo Yuheng snorted coldly and threw the other party out.
Someone below caught it.
Mo Yuheng was not afraid of offending the other party: "This kind of thing dares to think of Sister Yang."
This sentence simply hit many people in the face, their faces turned pale and they wanted to come up and beat Mo Yuheng to death.
It's a pity that they don't dare, there is still reason.
They deserved it. Who told them to force Yang's father to hold this banquet to recruit a bride?
The result was such a disgrace.
Miss Yang's eyes shone, and it turned out that this little girl was not simple.
Helping yourself solve the problem, these people who were born in a big family dare not say a word and feel so happy!
Thinking about the coercive and intimidating faces of these people, I became very angry.
Father Yang thought more, but then looked at his daughter: "Where did this girl come from? Why didn't I know you had such a friend."
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(End of chapter)
