Chapter 281: Luo Ningyu

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yan looked inside and examined the whole body, and found that there was a medicinal power of Fuyuan Dan in the body. At this time, most of the injured internal organs had been cured. Big question.

call!

With a long sigh of relief, he turned his palms, took out two Fuyuan Dan and two Tianyuan Dan, swallowed down, feeling the vitality in his body quickly recovered, Chu Yan looked at the old man in front, and asked Road

"Excuse me, who saved me? I want to thank you in person!"

The old man's face was loose, and he smiled lightly and replied, "You were rescued by our lady. At this time, the lady should be at the Zongmen Martial Arts Church. I heard that the people of the Pan family came to propose to you today. One, um ... "

Having said that, the old man Luo Ningyu called Uncle An's face sank, and he sighed sighily.

"Pan family !?" Chu Yan hesitated slightly, and groaned slightly. "Old man, please guide me, I want to see your lady! Thanks in person!"

Uncle An glanced at Chu Yan, looked up and down, and then contemplate for a moment, nodding heavily, saying

"Son, please follow me!"

Following Uncle An, it didn't take long for them to go to a large building. There were sounds of fighting in it, and it seemed that a test was being conducted.

"My son, there is a woman in a green suit standing next to a girl in blue, but my lady!"

Uncle An brought Chu Yan to the entrance of Budotang, reached out to the hall, and said to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan looked along Uncle An's fingers and was seeing a woman in a light green shirt with a petite figure and a beautiful face. Although it was not a peerless look, it was also a top-class look, especially a pair of smart eyes. It seemed to speak like a smile.

Then, Chu Yan's gaze swept across the martial arts hall, his gaze narrowed.

At this time in the Lanshan Zongwu Daotang, there was a lot of noise and irritability.

In fact, the Budo Hall is a building similar to the Ling Tianzong Hall of Life and Death. In the middle of the hall, there is a huge battle platform surrounded by seats. At this time, the Lanshan Zong Budo Hall is overcrowded, no less than 500 , Crowded a small martial arts hall.

On the front view, two groups of people were seated left and right. From the perspective of clothing, the left-hand uniform light blue robe, with the word "Arashiyama" embroidered on the chest, is the high-level people of Arashiyama. A dozen people next to them, all in gold silk suits, looked full of vigor and looked at the battle on the platform with a look of atrocity.

These people should be the so-called "Pan family".

"Ha ha ha ... just this strength, dare to come on stage, go on!"

Suddenly, above the stage, a tall young man laughed wildly, and then, under a loud noise, a figure flew down from the stage and fell heavily.

"Sister Yuer, this is already the fifth one. If you have no one to choose, then our matter, then you will agree to my marriage proposal!"

The tall young man glanced at the middle stand, and Luo Ningyu, who frowned and frowned, flashed fieryly in his eyes.

After hearing that, Luo Ningyu's face even showed a hint of disgust, and he turned his head and looked at the crowd of Lanshan Sect disciples beside him.

However, as she glanced at the young disciples in Zongnai, all the disciples touched by her eyes changed their expressions and quickly lowered her head.

Apparently, after the disciple of Lanshanzong was beaten by Pan Qing on the stage, no other disciples dare to fight.

According to the rules of recruiting relatives agreed by the Lanshan ancestors and the Pan family, if no one can defeat Pan Qing in the entire Lanshan ancestors below the fifth heaven, the Lanshan ancestors will agree to the wedding proposal proposed by the Pan family Ning Yu's requirements.

Pan Qing, south of Qingfeng City, among the 13 towns, is the youngest owner of the largest family. At the age of 27, he has reached the fourth level of congenital contemplation, which is a famous genius in Qingfeng City.

However, after being introduced into the Fourth Heaven of the Innate Realm, I am proud of myself, slack in practice, and spend all day messing with flowers. I do n’t know how many civilian girls have been harmed.

Recently, after seeing Luo Ningyu, the sole daughter of the suzerain of the Lanshan ancestors, he pursued his thoughts and even moved out of the family for coercion. Eventually, he avoided the lord Suoyuan and had to nod his consent.

Today when he came to mention his relatives, he was rejected by Luo Ningyu. Under the threats of the Pan family, he proposed this contest. Unfortunately, Lanshan Sect went up to five continents and five heavens. Zongmen's disciples are not Pan's opponents.

Pan An stood on the battle platform, and saw the disciples of Lanshan Zong shrinking their necks and lowering their heads.

For a moment, on the banquet table, behind the master Luo Yuan, a strong young man stood out angrily and leapt to the stage.

"Pan Qing, Hugh wants to bully me that there is no one in Lanshan Zong, I'm the Founder, come and learn!"

Fang Zheng stood on the stage, exhaling breath, stared at Pan Qing, and cried with a deep voice.

"Fangzheng !? Hahaha ... The personal disciple of the ancestral master of Arashiyama, yes! I think, after defeating you, the game is almost over!"

When Pan Qing saw Fang Zheng coming on stage, his face was beaming, and then, suddenly, his body suddenly exploded, and his palm shot suddenly.

"dream!"

Fang Zheng shouted loudly, smashing his fist, blasting it out, his fist whistling, his momentum was amazing.

In the blink of an eye, the two fist and palms fought, the fist prints on the battle platform were heavy, the palms were flying, and all kinds of gas burst.

Within a short time, the two attacked each other for nearly ten moves, but they did not win or lose. However, looking at Pan Qing's face, he was leisurely and did not try his best to shoot, while the Founder had a solemn face and anxious face .

"No, not even Brother Fang is this Pan Qing's opponent ..."

"Oh my god, this Pan Qing is under 30 years old, so he has such a practice, I am afraid that in Qingfeng City, they are all among the top 100 geniuses."

"But if Brother Founder loses, I am afraid that there is no Pan Qing's opponent ..."

"Well, Miss Luo ... Hate, I'm not strong enough, otherwise ..."

"....."

The disciples who watched the battle, from the initial look of Founder to the stage, to gradually disappointment, all looked excited, but helpless.

Although Luo Ningyu was not a warrior, he heard the sound of discussion in the crowd, and his face became paler.

The people of the Pan family not far away looked at the stage with all faces, without surprise.

From their point of view, a small Lanshan sect is a civilian disciple, without an excellent blood martial arts soul. What talented disciple would there be, how could it be Master Pan's opponent.

bump!

Sure enough, after a few more moves, Pan Qing shot it with one palm, right in the middle of his chest, and directly photographed him on the battle platform. He fell heavily behind the stage ten steps, but he was defeated.

"Huh! The entire Arashiyama sect, all garbage!"

At this moment, Pan Qing's proud expression on his face reached the apex.

"you…!"

A word fell on the floor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At the table of Lanshanzong, Teng Tengteng stood up and saw a large figure, all glaring at Pan Qing, his face flushed.

"What do you do! Come on unconvinced, otherwise ... it's rubbish!"

Pan Qing, who is in the spotlight, has no fear, but is even more proud. He slowly turns to look at Luo Ningyu, with a smile on his face.

"Ning Yu, my husband has won, isn't it ... hehe hehe ..."

Luo Ningyu heard of Fang, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were dim, she could not imagine how this Pan Qing could really defeat all the disciples of Lanshan Sect and win a bet. This ...

Is it true that he can only marry him?

In Luo Ningyu's heart, it was sour, and he secretly determined that even if he died, he would not let this person scum tarnish himself.

tread! tread! tread!

At this moment, there was a gate at the gate of Wu Dao Tang, a figure of a black robe, stepped in, and there was a sound of thunder.