In fact, this kind of scene, it can be said that most of the young talented and beautiful girls in the village will be present, one is to be able to pick a virtuous and beautiful wife, or to fancy a wishful husband, and the other is to be able to show their faces in front of everyone, and they are familiar in a large village of 20,000 people.

It's just that there are so many people present, and there are nearly 10,000 people sitting in the audience alone, plus these many people standing on both sides, will anyone really pay attention to you in the crowd of 10,000 people?

Approaching the Spring Festival, there may be some young people who fail to arrive at the scene because of some things, but anyone who wants to take this opportunity to choose their other half must come to nine out of nine. Even if you don't come, you will ask your seven aunts and eight aunts to come here to pick some favorite candidates.

So when Lin Qinghan said this, it was equivalent to saying what most people in the village thought. In fact, this kind of activity can be regarded as a blind date conference in disguise.

Although Lin Qinghan's smile was still as warm as usual at this moment, in Yang Fan's eyes, he couldn't help but look a little gloating.

“...... Uncle Lin, since this is the case, then why don't you pick out 'a few rooms' of concubines from among these many people?"

Yang Fan blinked his eyes and asked pretending to be puzzled.

Liu Hu's originally serious and indifferent expression finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an imperceptible arc.

Liu Xinzhao, who was next to Lin Qinghan, also laughed and looked at him with a smile.

He didn't expect Yang Fan to come to such a rhetorical question, and he couldn't answer for a while, so he had to change the topic and say:

"Village chief, you can announce the beginning. ”

When it came to business, Liu Xinzhao stopped laughing, restrained slightly, and coughed lightly.

Although the voice was not loud, the more than 10,000 people in the audience all stopped talking, quieted down, and looked at the rostrum.

Yang Fan's heart sank.

Didn't it mean that the village chief Liu Xinzhao had broken his meridians after experiencing the beast tide?

But from Liu Xinzhao's words, he felt the subtle fluctuations in the vitality of heaven and earth. And after thinking about it like this, he noticed that twenty years later, the white and fat village chief only had a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

If the true meridians are broken and cannot be cultivated, even if the physical body still maintains its original strength, it will slowly recede with the passage of time, let alone maintain the appearance of the body at about forty years old.

Yang Fan thought miscellaneously, but Liu Xinzhao had already looked around in front of him and stood up.

"I'm sure many of you remember that in that beast tide twenty years ago, we lost thousands of heroes. ”

"I also believe that many people remember how Lord Yang Zhuang protected everyone until the end of his life!"

"No matter what time or place! Even if Captain Liu was ambushed on the way back when he took people to Luoxia City to buy New Year's goods a few days ago, there were more than a dozen people desperately protecting our villagers!"

"We have to remember them! Monuments are more than just decorations!"

"We have to remember them! These names are stories!"

"There are many, many more heroes who can protect us! Today, the body cultivators in our village will show you their most powerful side!"

"Let us cheer to our heart's contents, with them, we can live and work in peace and contentment! Let us cheer to our heart's content, with them, we can live in peace and contentment! Let us cheer to our heart's content, with them, we can be fearless of bandits and robbers!"

"Now I announce that the first martial arts tournament in Qinglong Village will start now-"

Liu Xinzhao's voice became more and more generous, more and more passionate, rushing into the sky, and the clumps of snow on the countless branches in the mountains not far away, puffed to the ground.

Wisps of green smoke filled the ancestral hall, coming straight out of the furnace in the middle, lingering around the beams of the main hall, and swooping down between the six columns of tablets, each finding a spirit tablet, reluctantly coiling.

"Whoa—"

The thunderous applause in the audience instantly opened the curtain of this martial arts competition.

The alchemists who were patrolling the open and secret sentinels around the village heard the sound of the night rushing from the ancestral hall, and they all straightened their ears, wanting to hear more sounds.

"First game, start!"

Liu Xinzhao nodded with satisfaction and announced loudly.

The alchemists in each ring came together under the guidance of the referee, and immediately the blades staggered, and the fight began instantly.

In order to prevent the two of them from accidentally injuring each other, each referee also took on the task of stopping the refiner who couldn't hold back after the victory had been decided.

The injury here naturally does not refer to being thrown to the ground by the opponent, or a bloody cut on the arm, but refers to the real life-and-death situation, when both sides of the competition can no longer control the moves, and there is about to be death or serious injury.

Yang Fan sat on the rostrum with two floors of spectator seats, carefully watching the battle taking place in the twenty rings below.

This first competition is also regarded as the opening ceremony in disguise, so the people on the field are all body cultivators in the middle of the Skin Realm, and the fight is more interesting.

For example, facing Yang Fan and their four rings, there is a young man on the one in the northwest corner, which is very good.

Neither had used a weapon, and the fight was supposed to last a little longer. However, after the battle began, the long-haired boy in the black short coat defeated the same mid-stage player in three face-to-face shots.

In the first photo, the two of them bent down on their right elbows, raised their palms, and touched each other's forearms slightly, and then they each retracted to their sides, representing the beginning of the competition.

Another young man in a dark yellow coat instantly kicked out his right foot and kicked the young man's thigh after retracting his arm.

However, the young man's newly withdrawn arm stretched out again with lightning speed, leaned sideways to the young man's side, grabbed him by the shoulder, stepped on his left foot with his weight, and threw him away.

"Bang!"

The low sound of landing sounded, and the young man lying in the corner of the ring did not move for a long time, and was surprised that his kick was not kicked, and was thrown out by his opponent.

But in the blink of an eye, he reacted, bounced off the ground, and punched the boy who ran in front of him.

The boy leaned slightly, and his speed slowed down slightly. Perhaps he also knew that a stroke of speed would bring an opportunity to his opponent, so he took advantage of the opportunity to raise his foot and kick the punch that came at him.

A glimmer of success flashed in the young man's eyes, and the fist that had been attacking straight past instantly stopped, and his right foot was still kicked out without pause.

The boy reacted as soon as his fist stopped, and understood that the fist was just a false move. Before he had time to see his next move, the young man's kicked foot instantly lifted up and kicked over his head, and his right foot kicked in the air and flipped over, landing steadily in the position where he was originally one step behind.

Such a step completely collapsed the young man's offensive.

It's just that the young man was carried away by the desire for victory at the moment, and his legs, which had lost his strength, actually exerted his strength again, and kicked towards the young man.

The young man obviously didn't expect her to make such a move, and subconsciously stretched out his hands, grabbed a kick that obviously did not match the strength of the middle stage of the skin realm, and shook his hand...... Throw out of the ring.

The young man was even more unconvinced now, and he even got up and even went on stage to fight. However, the referee in charge of the ring was already standing on the spot where he intended to get into the ring, and loudly announced:

"Ring No. 6, the first game is over, the winner: Li Wenrong!

I don't know who lined up this battle order, if you deliberately line up the alchemists who may have wonderful battles to these rings in front of the rostrum, then the workload will inevitably be too much.

The boy stood on the podium, took a breath, and looked up at the rostrum. Maybe it was the first time I saw Yang Fan, and I couldn't help but have a shocked expression on my face when I saw it for the first time.

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, then turned his head and said:

"Who is the brother who was thrown out, the combat level is too low! Li Wenrong fights a war of attrition, and it is not easy to say who wins or loses!"

Liu Hu still looked serious, and said seriously:

"Even if he thought of fighting a war of attrition with Li Wenrong, judging from his last kick, I think he still lost more. ”

Yang Fan thought about it carefully and nodded approvingly.

"That's right, if you fight in Qinglong Mountain, humans can't fight demon beasts! And his battle sense is so poor, I'm afraid he would have fed the iron-tailed tiger in the mountain a long time ago. ”

After a slight pause, he sent it up lightly:

"I heard that Uncle Liu has been cultivating in the mountains most of the time, so he must have a very good sense of battle. I don't know when I will be able to have a fight with Uncle Liu, I will definitely be able to gain something!"

Liu Hu smiled and didn't care:

"I practiced in the mountains, and all I practiced were desperate killing moves. When used to compete, it is inevitable that there will be some uncontrollable hands. Let's talk to Captain Lin, his realm is high, and his strength can be retracted freely, so he will definitely not hurt people. ”

Lin Qinghan didn't answer, but said:

"Xiaofan, you are also a body refiner in the body grinding realm, when you go out of the village in the future, don't call your brother uncle if you are older than you. If ordinary people are like this, but if they choose this path, they will not be able to overwhelm people by relying on age. ”

"If you are just a body refiner in the Skin Realm, even if you are already thirty or forty years old, you must respectfully call a young man when I see you. If you are a body refiner in the Bone Forging Realm, even if you are only fifteen years old, you have to be more respectful. It is not okay to blindly respect the elderly. ”

"Because, all those who embark on this road are respected by the strong. Not half a person would say 'no'. ”

Yang Fan listened quietly, and saw that everyone was silent, knowing that they agreed with each other.

Touching the ordinary iron sword in his hand, Yang Fan couldn't help but fall silent.

Is that really the case?

Could it be that respecting the old and loving the young and respecting the teacher will be invalid if they are placed in the circle of body refiners?

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(Quickly, Xiao Fan's heart is undergoing the most serious test in history, directly torturing him about the reason for his cultivation.) cough, in order for Xiaofan to survive, ask for collections, ask for tickets. ）