Although Jiang Zhige is a genius who can defeat Bai Xiuyuan, his identity is unknown, and the Nangong family cannot just marry Nangong Rou to him.

Elder Yangchuan coughed twice and said in a deep voice: "According to the rules of the competition, the winner should marry Xiaojing, but I have seen the previous battles. This little brother in black robe used unfair means to win, so this competition does not count."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.

"I suddenly realized that Brother Black Robe defeated Bai Xiuyuan, but my goddess still has to marry someone else."

"You're overthinking. Didn't you hear Elder Yangchuan say it doesn't count?"

"To be honest, if Miss Nangong must get married, I will definitely support Brother Black Robe more than Bai Xiuyuan."

The spectators were not too surprised. The original intention of the Nangong family was to force Nangong Rou to Bai Xiuyuan, and the martial arts competition was just a formality. Now that someone else had won the competition, it was naturally impossible for the Nangong family to easily marry Nangong Rou to someone else.

As for the unfair means mentioned by Elder Yangchuan, everyone knew that he was just making up an excuse. Jiang Zhige crushed Bai Xiuyuan the entire time, so why would he need to use any unfair means to win?

Listening to the discussions of the spectators, Elder Yangchuan felt ashamed. Although no one dared to directly accuse the Nangong family of going back on their word, it would still have some negative impact.

Yang Chuan thought for a moment, looked at Jiang Zhige and said, "Little brother in black robe, the way you defeated Nephew Bai was certainly not advisable, but you did this in order to marry Xiao Jing. I am quite pleased by your love for you. I am willing to compensate you with a lower-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapon in my personal name."

"Elder Yangchuan is so kind and righteous that he is willing to make amends to Brother Black Robe in his personal capacity."

"For ordinary Daozhong realm cultivators, Xuan-level lower-grade spiritual tools are extremely precious. Even if they are not suitable for their own use, they can still make a lot of money if they are sold."

Everyone admired him. For the Nangong family, it was easy to frame a cultivator in the Dao Seed Realm, but Elder Yangchuan was still willing to use his spiritual weapon to compensate Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige cupped his hands, shook his head and said, "No need, senior. I participated in the competition just to teach Bai Xiuyuan a lesson. I never thought about really marrying Miss Nangong. I am not worthy of the word compensation."

He admired Elder Yangchuan's actions both before and after.

Because at this time Jiang Zhige was just a stranger to Nangong Rou. If the Nangong family agreed to let him marry Nangong Rou, he would be angry about it.

Hearing Jiang Zhige's words, Elder Yangchuan and the spectators were all stunned.

It would have been fine if he refused the compensation for the Xuan-level spiritual weapon, but no one expected that Jiang Zhige would claim that he did not want to marry Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou is such a beauty. If you like her, you need to queue up. The queue can stretch from here to outside Zixiao City.

Any man, even if he is not interested in Nangong Rou's personality, would not reject a wife who is as beautiful as a fairy.

However, Jiang Zhige did claim that he had never thought of marrying Nangong Rou. Could it be that there was something wrong with his sexual orientation? Before everyone could come to their senses, Jiang Zhige turned around and was about to leave the competition arena.

"stop!"

Jiang Zhige had just taken two steps when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Jiang Zhige paused and pretended to be calm and said, "Miss Nangong, what can I do for you?"

Even though he didn't look at Nangong Rou much after he went on stage, he was actually very nervous and apprehensive.

After all, this Miss Nangong is the sister he has been thinking about day and night for five years.

Unfortunately, Jiang Zhige was still unclear about Nangong Rou and the Nangong family’s attitude, so he could only wear a black robe to temporarily conceal his identity. If he recognized Nangong Rou in public, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Moreover, many people are paying attention to the competition today. Jiang Zhige, a man who is contaminated by monsters, has no right to interfere too much in Nangong Rou's life.

"You said you never thought of marrying me, why?"

Nangong Rou stood up with difficulty, holding the spirit sword, and walked towards Jiang Zhige step by step.

"I"

Jiang Zhige lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.

The spectators looked surprised and didn't understand what was happening.

At this moment, Nangong Rou looked as if she was about to cry, completely different from her usual indifferent and detached self.

Nangong Rou walked behind Jiang Zhige and put the sword against his neck.

Nangong Rou's eyes were filled with tears, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "Answer me! Why! Why don't you want to marry me?!"

How similar was Jiang Zhige's silence five years ago to what it was now? Jiang Zhige clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry."

Sure enough, being too familiar with each other is not a good thing. Even though he was wearing a black robe and his face was covered with a mask, Nangong Rou still recognized him.

"Jiang Zhige! You bastard! I hate you!"

The sword in Nangong Rou's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.

So what if he was wearing a black robe and a mask covering his face? Nangong Rou was too familiar with Jiang Zhige. She could recognize him instantly with just a voice or a glimpse of his back.

Hearing Nangong Rou's crying, Jiang Zhige's heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around to support Nangong Rou.

However, before he could stretch out his hands, Nangong Rou stepped forward and hugged him.

"Asshole! Asshole! Why did you take so long to come to me?"

"It's been five years. I miss you so much. I really miss you so much."

Nangong Rou's face was covered with tears. She hugged Jiang Zhige tightly and was unwilling to let go, as if Jiang Zhige would leave if she let go.

"Rou'er."

Jiang Zhige was filled with guilt and stood there not daring to respond.

He originally thought that Nangong Rou might have forgotten him, but he didn't expect that Nangong Rou, like him, had missed him for five years.

At this moment, the audience was completely silent, and everyone was looking at Nangong Rou and Jiang Zhige in astonishment.

Although he didn't know Nangong Rou's past, it was obvious that Jiang Zhige was an old friend of Nangong Rou, and they had a very good relationship.

Elder Yangchuan had a complicated expression and did not go to stop Nangong Rou and Jiang Zhige from reuniting.

As Nangong Rou's elder, he had naturally heard of Jiang Zhige, whom Nangong Rou often mentioned.

He didn't feel it before, but now seeing the originally indifferent Nangong Rou crying like this, Elder Yangchuan finally understood how important Jiang Zhige was to Nangong Rou.

Perhaps it was because of this realization that Nangong Zhen did not allow Nangong Rou to look for Jiang Zhige.

Once the two meet again, they will inevitably find it difficult to part, and Jiang Zhige's humble background may have an impact on Nangong Rou's future and reputation.

Not far away, Bai Xiuyuan felt hopeless.

Regardless of whether Jiang Zhige had a powerful background, he had already been defeated miserably.

After a long time, Nangong Rou's crying finally stopped.

"Brother, Rou'er will never leave you again."