Located in Suzhou, Linjiabao is a famous gate in the south of the Yangtze River and has a great reputation in the martial arts.

Lin Tiannan, the lord of Linjiabao Fort, is the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance, and he has a foothold on the rivers and lakes with his family swordsmanship.

Of course, martial arts refers to martial arts, not the cultivation realm, which is the same as martial arts and Taoism, but the meaning is completely different.

Lin Jiabao's family has a big business and has an absolute right to speak in Suzhou.

The daughter of the Lin family competed to recruit relatives, which once made the threshold of the Lin family be trampled on.

I found a corner location, although the courtyard was large, it was still crowded.

The square was full of people, and even the hawkers did not miss the rare opportunity to come and do business.

After buying a string of sugar gourds, Zhao Linger kept looking at the ring with his feet up, but he could only see the red flag on the high platform in the middle.

Zhang Chen hugged her and held her jade buttocks on his shoulders.

Zhao Ling'er snorted, and in the midst of many eyes, her little face was slightly red, both shy and happy.

"Brother Zhang Chen, you are so good to Ling'er."

Brushing the white skirt for her to cover her round jade legs, Zhang Chen said gently: "You are my wife, I am not good to you, who is good to me?" ”

"Hmm."

Sitting on his shoulder, Zhao Ling'er looked at the ring with beautiful eyes.

I saw the red flag waving in the wind in the ring, and there were several thrones in front of it.

With the appearance and dress of Zhang Chen and Zhao Ling'er, as well as the intimate posture of the two, the people around them whispered.

Zhao Ling'er looks pure and cute, and although Zhang Chen is handsome, he has indifference on his face, giving people a feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away and being extremely difficult to mess with.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Zhao Ling'er asked the young man beside him, "Isn't it the first time that the daughter of the Lin family has competed to recruit relatives?" ”

The young man nodded heavily and said: "The girl is not from Suzhou, the Lin family has a martial arts competition to recruit relatives once a year, and it can be lively at this time, but Miss Lin's martial arts are strong, and none of the knights who have participated in the competition in recent years are her opponents." ”

"It's amazing."

"What the girl said is that Miss Lin is not only powerful, but also beautiful, of course, the vast majority of knights come to participate in the competition to recruit relatives, not Miss Lin's appearance, most of them want to take advantage of the power of Lin Tiannan, the lord of Lin Jiabao Fort, in the martial arts, to ascend to the sky in one step, or value Lin Jiabao's family business."

Zhao Ling'er frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Chen.

"Brother Zhang Chen, no wonder Miss Lin is reluctant to marry, if she marries someone she doesn't like, she will definitely not be happy"

Zhang Chen smiled dumbly and said, "I heard that Miss Lin has a family heirloom stunt, looking at Jiangnan and not meeting an opponent, it is probably difficult to win her." ”

While the two were talking, the thousands of people in the square suddenly fell silent.

I saw a few figures walking into the ring, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe, and an old man wearing black silk satin

, and a young man in a brocade robe.

The old man in black costume stepped forward and said loudly: "Heroes, the auspicious time is coming, please invite the heroes and heroes who participated in the recruitment of relatives to play in turn." ”

For a time, the square was full of people, and the momentum was huge.

When the words fell, the middle-aged man in the ring shook his sleeves and stepped forward, his eyebrows were not angry and arrogant.

Looking at the middle-aged, there is a majestic aura in the body.

Internal force.

The monk absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and cultivates the internal force of martial arts.

If it is estimated according to the monk's Taoism, the middle-aged man should be around the seventh level of foundation building, slightly stronger than Zhao Ling'er who is the fourth level of foundation building.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the ring, his voice was calm, and said: "Heroes, Lin Tiannan, the lord of Xialinjiabao, there is only one girl under his knees, and her posture is ugly. ”

When the words fell, Lin Tiannan sat on the throne in front of the ring.

Zhang Chen nodded secretly, he can be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is really not a fool.

A polite remark will not offend people, but also stabilize people's hearts.

Old fox.

"Miss please."

The butler's shout fell, and he saw a red figure, like a red glow floating on the ring, raising his face and looking around, his beautiful eyes were dignified and powerful.

"What a clever light work."

Sitting on Zhang Chen's shoulder, Zhao Ling'er's beautiful eyes lit up, she was on Xianling Island, she had studied the Fa, but her light skills were also first-class.

The daughter of the Lin family on the stage is not inferior to her by a few points in light work.

However, what she cares about the most is the appearance of Miss Lin.

Lin Tiannan, the lord of Lin Jiabao, was full of nonsense, and he had previously said that his daughter was ugly, but she was so beautiful.

Seeing Zhang Chen looking at the ring, Zhao Linger pursed her lips and was silent.

In the ring, the girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, tall, with slender and round legs, on the goose egg face, the phoenix eyes are black and bright, and the sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the temples, adding a bit of heroism to the beauty.

The girl is the eldest lady of the Lin family, Lin Nantian's daughter, Lin Yueru.

After looking at it with interest, Zhang Chen nodded secretly, his appearance and qualifications were very good.

At a young age, it is comparable to the cultivation of the foundation building, carrying luck, and it is a good choice if you accept it as a disciple.

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Lin Yueru held a delicate sword in her hand and bowed slightly towards the butler.

"Now, then, please take the stage of the heroes who participated in the recruitment."

The butler's words fell, and a burly middle-aged man in the crowd jumped into the ring and said, "Miss, please." ”

Lin Yueru didn't say a word, pulled out her long sword, and the blade broke through the air and slashed straight at him.

The strong man was startled, he didn't expect this woman to be so decisive, and the double hammer in his hand was raised, blocking the slashing long sword with a sonorous sound.

Lin Yueru's foundation and light skills are good, and as soon as the sword body turned, she immediately stabbed at him.

Offstage, Zhao Ling'er couldn't take her eyes off when she saw the wonderful competition in the ring.

Zhang Chen is a little tired, in the eyes of ordinary people, the competition may be exciting, but in his opinion, it is no different from a child fighting.

"Brother Zhang Chen, what's wrong?"

"Lin Yueru's light skills and foundation are good, her shots are decisive, and her sword is barely strong."

Saying that, Zhang Chen said again: "A qualified swordsman, every move should be stabbed towards the vital point, after all, the sword itself is light and has an absolute advantage, she didn't take advantage of this advantage, otherwise the first sword, the man would lose." ”

Zhao Ling'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and said, "Brother Zhang Chen, how do you know her name?" ”

Zhang Chen's expression was stunned, and he smiled and said, "Listen to what the surrounding spectators said." ”

Zhao Ling'er retracted her suspicious gaze and said, "Miss Lin and Brother Zhang Chen are definitely incomparable, and Ling'er may not be able to win against her." ”

Zhang Chen nodded lightly, although Zhao Ling'er's cultivation was higher than Lin Yueru, her personality was too weak.

Lin Yueru has a cold personality, even if there is a gap in cultivation, but Zhao Ling'er only has a thirty percent chance of winning.

"After you refine the inner dan of that devil vine, I will teach you swordsmanship, and I will soon be able to distance myself from her."

"Okay."

Zhao Ling'er smiled and bowed slightly.

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