Ling'er rolled her eyes.

Wei Lianzhen and Zhong Liyan on the stage also saw Xie Weiran, with different thoughts.

"Miss Zhongli, please." Xie Weiran did not affect Wei Lian's real thoughts. He was determined to win the competition.

Zhong Liyan looked at him without saying a word.

The atmosphere on the stage solidified, a little weird. The voices of discussions from the stage became louder and louder, and even some bad words popped up.

Of course, those bad words are directed at Wei Lian. He should have been all over the place, but he just pretended that he could not hear it. This kind of mind is very comparable to that of a person.

After a long time, Zhong Liyan looked at Wei Lianzhen and said loudly: "Sorry, Mr. Wei, you have resolved the marriage and should not come to my arena."

"But what Miss Zhongli said is that unmarried men can come to the stage. Could it be that these rules are not counted?" Wei Lianzhen's face was a little subtle.

Zhong Liyan chuckled, her eyes bright and open and bright: "Rules are dead, and people are alive."

"Well said!" Someone from the audience shouted.

With him speaking, there are also people expressing their opinions one after another.

"That's right, his ex-fiancee is still standing here, and she has the face to participate in a martial arts competition to recruit brides. She's so shameless!"

"Shameless!"

"I heard that he has two cousins, hey, just like a man, he has broken his sleeves!"

"Really or not?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Wei family is not simple."

"that is."

“…”

The voices in the audience were getting louder and louder, more and more exciting. Wei Lian's face was getting ugly.

Zhong Liyan looked at him quietly, and after a moment, she stretched out her hand and said, "Prince Wei, please."

Wei Lianzhen looked at her firmly, and finally said nothing and left without saying anything.

Everyone cheered.

Yu Ling looked strange: "What are they happy about? Wei Lianzhen and Zhong Liyan have nothing to do with them, as if they have fought a victory."

Xie Weiran smiled but said nothing.

Zhong Liyan stood on the high platform, looking at the people below, and smiled lightly: "But who else can come on stage?"

The noisy crowd gradually became quiet, and everyone looked at each other and did not dare to go to the stage anymore.

Yu Ling was puzzled: "Miss Zhongli is not very skilled, right? Isn't it that you can't beat me? Why don't these people dare to go?"

Xie Weiran raised his eyebrows: "I can't even beat me?"

She focused on the first two words and bite heavily, smiling.

Ling'er held her arm and laughed, "It's nothing. Even this girl Zhongli doesn't look very powerful, why don't everyone dare to go on stage?"

Xie Weiran smiled slightly: "There are many people who were beaten down after they came to power, not to mention that only some young masters from aristocratic families can practice martial arts, but they only learn the superficial things and some tricks. Who can do it with real swords and guns?"

Yu Ling nodded, thinking that what she said made sense.

She turned to look at Zhong Liyan on the stage and sighed: "What a pity, this Zhongli girl's martial arts competition won't end in nothing, right?"

"I wish to try it next." A cold sound as loud as a mountain spring suddenly rang out.

Yu Ling froze, she widened her eyes and looked back with disbelief.

Song Zhiyu brushed his front robe and turned around and went to the stage.

Yu Ling shook Xie Weiran's arm vigorously: "Did you see it? Did you see it? My cousin actually went on stage!"
Chapter completed!