"Get lost! You want to participate in the Bai Family's matchmaking? Stop daydreaming!"
A tall, bald, and muscular man with a body as hard as copper and iron threw out a pale-faced young man!
Bang!
The young man fell to the ground, his body trembling!
He fell to the ground!
His bones seemed to have been crushed!
"What's going on?" Qin Feng looked at the young man whose bones were broken.
The young man looked to be in his twenties, and his family background should not be weak.
With Qin Feng's eyesight, he could tell that this young man was a Martial Dao magnate!
To be able to become a Martial Arts Magnate at such a young age, he would be in the middle of any sect!
"This kid, this kid is a true disciple of the Yun Hai Sect in Jinzhou. His name is Lu Yu. Some people think that they are invincible and have the chance to become the son-in-law of the Bai Family, but they don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
The deacon's eyes flashed as he looked at Qin Feng. Obviously, he was insinuating something.
"Huh?" Qin Feng was annoyed.
He was originally a killer, but in recent years, he had restrained his anger and became a good person. This Deacon repeatedly said some words that were neither light nor heavy, causing Qin Feng to be a little annoyed.
He released a trace of Qi and entered the deacon's eyes for a moment.
Bang!
It was as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The deacon seemed to have experienced hundreds of years of torture.
His legs went soft, and he almost fell to the ground.
Qin Feng withdrew his Qi, and the deacon came back to his senses. He stared at Qin Feng as if he was looking at an evil ghost, and his face was pale.
Without needing Qin Feng to say anything, he told Qin Feng everything that he wanted to know. "Young master, this is the Yunyi Hall set up by the Bai Family for the Miss's matchmaking. According to the rules, on the day of the matchmaking, as long as you can defeat all the strong cultivators in the hall and become the Yunyi Hall's master, you will be able to participate in the matchmaking. There are a total of nine Yunyi Halls, which means that on the day of the matchmaking, only nine people can participate in the matchmaking!"
"I see!" Qin Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light.
"It seems that I still need to fight before I can participate in the betrothal contest!" Qin Feng nodded and said to the frightened deacon. "You can leave now!"
"Yes, yes!!" The deacon acted as if he had been granted amnesty and hurriedly ran back the way he had come. Along the way, he panicked a lot, causing many experts of the Bai Mansion to be secretly surprised.
Qin Feng took a step forward and looked at the nine Cloud Courier Halls. These nine Cloud Courier Halls seemed to have the ability to block divine consciousness and even divine divination.
Qin Feng couldn't tell who was stronger or weaker.
Of course, if Qin Feng wanted to, he would have the means to see through the mysteries.
However, Qin Feng disdained to do so. If he couldn't even handle a palace, then there was no need for him to participate in the groom search!
Qin Feng randomly chose one of the halls and walked into the main hall.
There were seven or eight young experts and even geniuses of the aristocratic families waiting inside. Qin Feng looked around and saw that these people were clearly divided. Their eyes were cold.
On the left were the disciples of the sects and itinerant cultivators.
On the right were the disciples of the aristocratic families!
In the middle was the throne of the Hall Master.
At this time, two rows of young geniuses were looking at the throne that represented the Hall Master. Their eyes were strange, but they were afraid and didn't dare to sit on it. They didn't want to become the target of public criticism!
Qin Feng attracted everyone's attention as soon as he walked in.
Qin Feng looked at the throne in the middle and said. "Is there no one sitting here? If that's the case, it would be impolite for me to refuse! "
With a faint smile, his figure flashed and he appeared directly on the throne!
Bang!
Qin Feng had just sat down when a gloomy young man in luxurious clothes stood up from the third seat on the left.
"What an arrogant boy! How dare you sit on the throne of the Hall Master? Are you looking for death?"
Leaning on the throne, Qin Feng looked down and fixed his eyes on the young man.
This young man seemed to be from an aristocratic family. The power in his body was amazing. He was a Rank One Mighty Figure of Martial Arts.
"This seat is empty. It's made for someone else. Why are you so angry?"
Qin Feng smiled faintly.
"Boy, do you really understand or not? Since you don't want to move, I, Wang Qiankun of An Zhou, will teach you the rules of this hall!"
The gloomy young man in luxurious clothes smiled coldly. One of his hands was in the void, as if the sky was above his palm.
He deliberately showed off his Divine Powers and made an example of Qin Feng. The power in his hand was exceptionally heavy. He swore to turn Qin Feng into a bloody pulp!
"It's the Hands of Myriad Realms from the Wang family of An Zhou!"
Many young men's expressions changed slightly.
Wang Qiankun was obviously not a good person to be ranked third in the aristocratic family camp.
The Wang family of An Zhou was also an old top aristocratic family. In terms of status, it was not inferior to the Bai family of Tianshui City!
"That boy is finished. If he is caught by the Hands of Myriad Realms, his cultivation will be destroyed and he will become a waste. If it's serious, his life will be crushed!"
"This is your rule?" Qin Feng gave him a sidelong glance.
A mere Rank One Mighty Figure of Martial Arts actually came to teach him the rules. Was he tired of living?
With a thought, Qin Feng's eyes revealed a trace of a smile.
The True Force of the World King in his body turned into the Law of Space and flew out in front of him, changing into countless spaces.
The cyan giant hand blasted over. It was clearly in front of Qin Feng, but it seemed to never reach Qin Feng.
In everyone's eyes, the giant hand had already reached the top of Qin Feng's head. It was raised high with great momentum, but it just couldn't fall down.
"What's going on? Why can't I hit him?"
Wang Qiankun's face was gloomy. He couldn't see through Qin Feng's means at all. He was puzzled and only knew that he didn't have enough strength.
Qin Feng raised his head and lazily looked at the palm above his head. He glanced at it a few times, laughed, and sneered.
"Boy, you don't even have the strength to raise your hand. I think your rules don't seem to be very effective!"
Wang Qiankun's face turned red.
"Looks like a tough one has come. I wonder where this brat came from. He's so strange. I might not be a match for him if I fight him alone. Why don't we join forces and kill this brat first? Otherwise, wouldn't the position of Palace Master be given to him for nothing?"
Someone secretly thought.
A moment later, in the camp of the left-hand aristocratic family, the person ranked second stood up and shouted. "Everyone, this boy is powerful. Let's attack together and kill this arrogant boy first!"
"Okay!"
"Let's attack together!"
These words immediately resonated with many experts in the camp of the left-hand aristocratic family.
Even Wang Qiankun couldn't defeat the man on the throne. They were not even as good as Wang Qiankun. If this continued, they were destined to be eliminated.
They didn't want to join forces and kill that man.
Five or six young masters, including the strongest young man in cyan clothes, attacked together.
The force was like a torrent rushing toward the black-clothed young man on the throne.
(Wait a minute.)
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