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Chapter 448 The Hehuan Sect's Flourishing City: A Martial Arts Tournament for Marriage

Two days later, Lin Feng arrived at Fanghua City, the core city of the Hehuan Sect.

On the Qinshui River outside Fanghua City, there are countless painted boats and decorated barges, from which the sounds of singing, dancing and musical instruments can be heard from time to time.

After glancing at the Qinshui River, Lin Feng went directly into Fanghua City.

With the identity document of the Flying Knife Sect leader, he could move freely within the demonic territory.

Upon entering Fanghua City, he felt that the air here was fragrant, and it seemed to be mixed with the scent of hormones.

Looking around, there are rows of great places to go along the street.

Yan Chun Lou, Huan Cai Ge, Xiao Xiang Guan, Qing Yin Xiao Ban, etc.

On the second floor, a woman dressed in a light gauze dress flicked her embroidered handkerchief and exchanged flirtatious glances with passersby on the street.

"Hey, sir, don't just stand there and watch. What's the use of just looking? Come in and have some fun. We'll take good care of you."

"Hey sir, you still so vigorous old man, come in quickly! I'll make sure you regain your virility."

This was the case the whole way.

Most of the people on the street were hot-blooded martial artists, who could hardly resist such temptation.

Many people squeezed into the pavilions on both sides.

Lin Feng, a handsome and dashing young swordsman with an imposing presence, unsurprisingly became the focus of attention for the women on the second floor.

"Young hero, your lightness skill must be excellent. Hurry up and fly up to carry me away. I'll take you anywhere."

"Young hero, come in quickly! Once you come in, the sisters will take turns serving you, and they absolutely won't charge you any money."

Lin Feng touched his nose; Sun Yu would definitely like this place.

The martial artists around Lin Feng were somewhat envious of him.

Damn, pretty boys are always popular here.

Lin Feng has seen all sorts of things, so this kind of small scene is nothing to him.

He walked forward with a normal expression.

Lin Feng wanted to find a restaurant where martial arts practitioners gathered, so he decided to scout it out first.

He asked an old man roasting sweet potatoes on the street and found out that the restaurants were all on another street.

Lin Feng turned a corner and entered another street.

Then he saw a lively scene.

Two people are fighting on the arena, which is bathed in sunlight.

Colorful flags fluttered around the arena, which was packed with people, and the sounds of discussion and cheers rose and fell.

A flag on one side of the arena bore the four large characters: "Martial Arts Contest for Marriage."

The arena extends from a restaurant, and five veiled women can be vaguely seen watching the fight inside.

The group of five women consisted of one woman in red and four women in white sitting on either side.

Lin Feng squeezed into the crowd and listened for a while before realizing that it was an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect holding a martial arts contest to find a husband.

Lin Feng found this matter rather strange. What kind of sect was the Hehuan Sect? Their cultivation mainly relied on absorbing yang energy to replenish yin energy. And the women of this sect even held martial arts contests to find husbands.

At this moment, a young martial artist carrying a long sword next to Lin Feng patted another middle-aged martial artist with a wild mouth and stubble and asked, "Brother, are you sure you're not mistaken? Everyone knows what the Hehuan Sect is like."

Is this definitely a martial arts contest to choose a husband, and not a martial arts contest to solicit prostitutes?

The middle-aged martial artist glared at the young martial artist and said, "What are you saying? Miss Liu is pure and beautiful, how could she be that kind of person? She must have chosen a husband through a martial arts contest."

The young martial artist said, "If I win, will Miss Liu marry me?"

The middle-aged martial artist replied, "That's impossible. We're all people of the martial world; who cares about marriage?"

However, if you can truly defeat everyone, and then defeat that Miss Liu, then Miss Liu will be your woman.

At least while you're alive, he won't cheat on you.

"What do you mean by that?"

So if I win, he can just let me have his stamina drained all by myself.

"I don't know about that. I've never been a man for an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect."

However, it is said that this Miss Liu once had a man.

Moreover, he was a renowned hero in the martial arts world, but unfortunately, he was unlucky and died in a feud within the martial arts community.

That's how the martial arts contest for marriage came about today.

The young martial artist scratched his head. "So, this Miss Liu from the Hehuan Sect is already an old maid, and the kind with a ghost in her crotch."

"Don't look down on her. This Miss Liu has a very high status in the Hehuan Sect, second only to Hehuan Shuangmeng."

You know the story of "Two Dreams of Hehuan," right?

"I know, Yun Mengwu and Yun Mengyao."

"Yes, those two should forget about it. Getting this Miss Liu is a blessing that many martial artists dream of."

As the saying goes, "To die beneath a peony is to die a romantic death."

The young man chuckled, "But who knows how many dead ghosts are buried beneath these peonies."

I'm just here to watch the show; I'm not going to hang out with those bastards.

"You can't force us to get together even if you want to."

I've heard that Miss Liu admires Lin Feng, the murderous tyrant from the righteous path.

Lin Feng was taken aback. His name had spread to the Demonic Path, and he had become an object of admiration for others.

He learned a lot from their conversation; it turned out that Yun Mengwu held such a high position in the Hehuan Sect.

This Miss Liu is second only to Yun Mengwu in status. You should be able to find out about Yun Mengwu and Zhang Xiaoyu from her, or even find Zhang Xiaoyu directly.

Lin Feng plans to win this martial arts contest to find a husband so he can have a good chat with that Miss Liu.

At this moment, two martial artists were engaged in a fierce battle on the arena.

Clang, clang, clang—sparks flew as the guns and knives clashed, showing that both men were using their full strength and holding nothing back.

Those watching the spectacle from below the stage, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, kept making noise and urging things to continue.

"Hurry up and fight, I'm getting impatient."

"Go ahead and fight, every one you kill is one less to worry about."

"Stop dawdling, unleash your killer move."

Unable to contain himself, the swordsman wielded a massive sword, several meters long, imbued with true energy, which slashed downwards.

The warrior wielding the spear dodged to the side while simultaneously thrusting out a point with his spear.

With a roar, a dragon's cry rang out, and a dragon-shaped spear shadow arrived first, striking the swordsman's chest.

The swordsman coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell backward to the ground, clearly beyond saving.

The swordsmen's fellow disciples came up and carried the man away, all glaring angrily at the spearmen.

The gun-wielding warrior smirked, "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think you can kill me by looking at me like that?"

"If you're not satisfied, come and fight me. I, Jiang, am ready to fight to the bitter end."

A group of people dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

The spear-wielding martial artist is named Jiang Xiaolong, nicknamed Dragon Spear Soul Chaser. He is a prodigy of the Crimson Blood Mansion, a subordinate sect of the Blood Demon Sect.

With a bang, Jiang Xiaolong slammed his spear into the ground, causing the entire arena to tremble.

Jiang Xiaolong roared, "Anyone who's not afraid of death, come on up! Let me have a good time killing them all!"

The group of martial artists were so intimidated by his imposing presence that none of them dared to come forward.

The woman in red, Liu Ruyu, frowned slightly. She held this martial arts contest to find a true master of the demonic path and surpass Yun Mengyao.

Jiang Xiaolong, the Dragon Spear Soul Chaser, doesn't meet her requirements; she wants a master like the Rain Demon.

Thinking of this, Liu Ruyu crossed her legs, revealing half of her snow-white jade leg and one jade foot.

A heavy breathing sound immediately rose from the audience.

"Kong has arrived." A martial artist with a small tent pitched between his legs jumped onto the arena.