"Dad, didn't you say we would have a martial arts contest to recruit a son-in-law? Now that he has defeated everyone, why can't I choose him?" Yan Fenghuang asked angrily. Did Dad want to go back on his word? Seeing that Yan Fenghuang was interested in her, Ruan Fengxia quickly said, "Master Yan, why do you think I am not qualified to be your son-in-law?"

The head of the Yan family squinted his eyes and looked at Ruan Fengxia. This man seemed to be a little different from what he saw. How about observing him first? Just as he was about to agree, a figure flew onto the stage and looked at Ruan Fengxia, "My lord, I haven't started yet, so you are not the winner!"

Ruan Fengxia looked at the handsome man who suddenly appeared in front of her. His strength was actually higher than hers. It seemed that this mission was going to fail!

“Since the competition is not over yet, let’s continue!” Family head Yan was very satisfied when he saw the man who suddenly appeared. His strength was actually at the fourth level. If he could become his successor, he would probably be much stronger than the man just now.

Ruan Fengxia cursed the bastard in front of her in her heart and said with a smile, "Since you are here, I can only accompany you!"

"Then let's get started!" The man stretched out his hand, and a long sword appeared in her hand. Ruan Fengxia frowned. Warrior?

The head of the Yan family didn't expect that he was actually a warrior, not even a summoner. Was this... even less qualified than him? The man chuckled and flew over to fight with Ruan Fengxia. Nangong Qing was worried. This man's strength was on par with hers. Ruan Fengxia was no match for him at all. I'm afraid...

"Puff!" Ruan Fengxia was kicked by the man and flew onto the ring. Nangong Qing flashed and caught Ruan Fengxia's body at a speed that was jaw-dropping.

"Are you okay?"

"I lost!" Ruan Fengxia coughed twice. She didn't expect that guy to be so powerful that he defeated her in just a few moves.

Nangong Qing looked at the man and lowered her voice, "It's okay, we are trying to find a way!" Since it doesn't work this time, they have to think of other ways.

"Little brother, could you please come up and compete with him?"

The head of the Yan family stood up and called out to Nangong Qing. He had seen everything that had just happened. When he detected her strength, he was shocked. He did not expect that a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old would have such strength. A fourth-grade skill was enough to rival the man on the stage. If he practiced more in the future, he would probably make amazing progress!

Nangong Qing raised her eyebrows, glanced at the man on the stage, and said lightly, "I appreciate Master Yan's good intentions, but I'm not even fifteen yet, and there's a big gap between me and Miss Yan!" Her small body showed that she was an immature little boy. Could it be that Master Yan wanted his daughter to marry a husband younger than her?

“This…” After hearing what Nangong Qing said, the head of the Yan family thought about it. Fenghuang is already eighteen years old, and this kid is less than fifteen. The age difference is indeed too big. What a pity!

"Master Yan, since Li has won, can he marry Miss Yan as agreed?" the man asked with a smile, his every move and gesture revealed the demeanor of a large family. Master Yan looked at him. Although he was not a summoner, he looked like a good person. It seemed that he had no choice but to choose him!

"Dad, I don't agree!" Yan Fenghuang stood up and looked at Ruan Fengxia, "I like him, Dad, I won't marry him!" Yan Fenghuang glared at the man fiercely. He was so unlucky that he came out to cause trouble. It was so hateful!

"How dare you! The rules of this martial arts competition clearly state that since he won, you should marry him. However, Master Li, you must marry into my Yan family and become my son-in-law, and take charge of my Yan family's future!"

"Dad!" Yan Fenghuang shouted loudly.

"Don't make trouble. Since you have agreed, you must get married!" The head of the Yan family shouted sternly. Yan Fenghuang stomped her feet angrily, flicked her sleeves and left.