The Right Protector of the Demon Sect is reborn

Xiao Zhu's unexpected appearance did not affect Lou Xinzhou's interest in shopping. The economy was prosperous and there were so many interesting things. If he didn't read them all, what would he do?

Walking all the way from the north to the south of the city, they found an arena for martial arts competitions. Two strong men were fighting vigorously. The audience in the audience kept applauding and cheering. Lou Xinzhou instantly became interested and found a high place. He jumped up and flew up, then sat down calmly on the roof, watching the two strong men on the stage going back and forth, fighting each other hard, and occasionally cheering along with the audience.

There were many capable people and strangers at the beginning, so there were more than just punches and kicks on the stage, people dancing swords, wielding whips, wielding spears, and wielding knives, mixed with two-color auras, which made people dazzled. However, on the stage, The person may have passable martial arts skills, but his appearance is...

It's hard to say.

After watching several shows in a row, Lou Xinzhou couldn't help but shake his head. When did the level of appearance in the world of cultivation become so low? With a product like this, would a bride-to-be like this?

With this in mind, Lou Xinzhou went to the side to look for the organizer, and saw a bright red banquet placed on the railing on the side. An old man who looked to be at least sixty years old was sitting in front of the building, wearing brocade clothes and a black headband. Lou Xinzhou knew at a glance that he belonged to a local cultivating family with such a trademark attire, high hat, and at least one of them was powerful and wealthy.

At this moment, the old man was stroking his beard and nodding slowly, seemingly very satisfied with the people on the stage.

It's just that the challenger is satisfied, but his daughter may not be happy.

A little behind the old man, there sat a young lady, gentle and quiet, with a beautiful appearance. She was looking at the ring downstairs with a sad face. Next to her stood a girl in Tsing Yi, bowing slightly. body, whispering comfort.

"Don't worry, miss, there are people behind you."

Although the girl's voice was low, the monk's ears were so strong that Lou Xinzhou could hear her even from a little distance away, let alone the strong man on the ring.

When the strong man heard what the maid said, he immediately became unhappy. He frowned, shook his head, and yelled upstairs.

"Miss Song, sit still, I will marry you today."

He looks like a gangster.

When Miss Song heard this, she could still sit upright, but now she was so frightened that she almost fell off the chair, but fortunately, she was supported by the girl beside her in time.

"Dad, I don't want to get married."

"How long have you been guarding the ring? You are lucky that such a powerful person can like you!" Old man Song did not understand his daughter's fear and shouted loudly, "Who makes your mother fail to live up to her expectations and call you a As a daughter, you were destined to be chosen by others, and now I am choosing someone for you, what else do you have to complain about?"

The old man from the Song family spoke unabashedly, without caring about his daughter's family's face. There was a burst of laughter downstairs, and everyone echoed his words.

"Mr. Song is right, women are destined to be chosen, so just be content."

"Such a good man, nothing to fault."

"Isn't the purpose of marrying a woman home just to support her husband and raise children? If it weren't for your virtuous nature, who would want you?"

"My husband is God, how dare you be dissatisfied?"

???

Lou Xinzhou was stunned by these three views, and his fists immediately tightened.

This matter had nothing to do with her originally. She came here just to see something new. There has always been a tradition of martial arts contests among the people to attract brides. In the world of cultivation where talented people are rampant, the strong are admired. This trend has naturally spread to the mortal world. .

It’s just that if you admire the strong, you should admire the strong. What kind of discrimination between men and women, men are superior to women?

This atmosphere is exactly the same as Zhenjianfeng.

"The strong are respected, I don't think there is any problem."

Lou Xinzhou stood up from the roof, and his slightly childish voice actually overwhelmed everyone. Everyone looked up and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old girl flying down from the red bricks on the side. into the arena.

"It's just that I don't think women are born to be chosen by you." Lou Xinzhou walked up to the strong man who had been guarding the ring for several rounds and looked up at him, "Being a husband and raising children? Being a virtuous housekeeper? It's really funny. , the sacrifices we made, to you, not only are you not grateful, but you also take them for granted?"

"Oh, who did I think she was? It turns out to be a half-grown girl."

But everyone didn't take what Lou Xinzhou said to heart. The strong man was the first to speak sarcastically, which caused a burst of laughter.

Lou Xinzhou was not anxious when he saw this, and the little girl started laughing too for some reason, leaning forward and back, laughing louder than anyone else.

The strong man was frightened by the laughter. The smile froze on his face and he asked.

"what are you laughing at?"

"Don't laugh when something funny happens."

"What's so funny?"

"The weak make fun of the strong." Lou Xinzhou tilted his head and laughed, "Isn't it funny enough?"

"Weak?"

"Yes, in my eyes, you are terrifyingly weak."

The little girl's golden pupils shrank slightly, and she tied her round head with a moon-white hairband. She was obviously very petite, but at this moment she was arrogant, like a shocking sword that had just been forged.

The strong man was angered by these words. In a flash of inspiration, a spear appeared in his hand. He bowed and stood firm on his horse. The next second, he thrust out with a long stride.

Lou Xinzhou only took a side step and moved his feet only a little. No one could see clearly what happened. The strong man was knocked away by the red spiritual light and fell into a big hole on the ground with a "collision" sound. .

Many spectators in the audience suffered a lot and ate a mouthful of ashes.

"Look, you're pitifully weak." Lou Xinzhou jumped off the ring and walked up to the man. The half-grown baby squatted down and still looked down at him, "Just like you, no one will want you even if you give me a hand. Go home and take care of yourself." Mirror, you are not up to par in terms of strength and appearance."

The crowd was in an uproar and was silent for a moment. No one dared to speak for a long time.

"Everyone, you can't even beat a child, right?" Lou Xinzhou walked back to the ring, stood in the middle of the ring, turned around and looked at the people in the audience. Of course, he also looked at Old Man Song upstairs, "Oh, No, I think I should say that.”

The golden light in Lou Xinzhou's eyes dimmed, and the little girl half-squinted her eyes, raising her head slightly and looking down at everyone.

"You can't beat a woman."

"You, you, you!" Hearing Lou Xinzhou say this, Old Man Song on the stage, as the host of the arena, naturally couldn't hold back, "You ignorant little kid, find out your identity! Do you know who I am? ?”

Lou Xinzhou laughed after hearing this.

"Then do you know who I am?"

"No matter who you are, even the immortal disciples from Kunlun have to pay respect to Master Song. Who do you think you are?"

The strong man whom Lou Xinzhou had knocked down stood up with his chest covered, spit out a mouthful of blood, and cursed.

"Oh?" Lou Xinzhou turned to look at the old man upstairs, "But before I came down the mountain, Master didn't tell me that there was a Master Song. I have to respect him three points."

Lou Xinzhou said this innocently, but it shocked everyone upstairs and downstairs.

"She is a disciple of Kunlun?!"