The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Huang Rong frowned slightly and said, "Master Qiu, please don't lie. Your elder brother's death was his own choice and cause and effect. It has nothing to do with my wife and I.

As for Ye Fan's marriage, it is his personal life event, and he should make the decision himself. It is not wise for you to interfere without regard for other people's wishes."

Qiu Qianchi sneered, "Humph, that's easy for you to say. My elder brother's death is closely related to you and Guo Jing. Now, you are trying to break up my daughter's good marriage. This Jueqing Valley is not a place where you can run wild as you please."

After saying that, Qiu Qianchi suddenly turned his head and shouted to the left and right sides: "All disciples, listen up, quickly set up the fishing net and knife formation, surround these people together, and don't let any of them get away."

"Yes!" All the disciples answered in unison. The voice echoed in the Jueqing Valley, carrying a bit of murderous aura.

Then, they acted quickly, picking up the huge fishing net with a knife and slowly surrounding it from the four corners.

I saw that each fishing net was two meters square and extremely huge. The net was covered with extremely sharp knives and blades, which flashed a dazzling cold light under the sunlight, like the fangs of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

They were all skilled martial artists in the martial arts world, but faced with this strange formation that they had never seen before, they didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

Seeing the fishing nets around them gradually closing in towards the middle like a curtain of death, everyone knew that once trapped by the fishing nets, each of them would probably have a dozen holes in their body, and the end would be simply unimaginable.

Thinking of this, everyone's heart trembled, and a strong sense of crisis arose.

At this time, Qiu Qianchi locked her eyes on Ye Fan again, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she asked again:

"Mr. Ye, my daughter is beautiful, gentle and quiet. In terms of character and talent, how can she not be worthy of you? You must give me a promise today and marry her. Otherwise, you will never leave this Jueqing Valley alive."

Ye Fan's gaze slowly swept across Gongsun Lu'e's face, which was full of shyness and expectation, and then fell on Guo Fu's face, which was full of stubbornness and affection.

After pausing for a moment, his gaze seemed to weigh a thousand pounds as he swept over Xiaolongnu's cold and ethereal appearance as if she were not of this world, Cheng Ying's gentle yet tenacious look, Lu Wushuang's eyes burning with heat yet a hint of loneliness, Wanyan Ping's slightly confused and weak expression, and Yelu Yan's smart and curious look.

His heart was like a mixture of mixed emotions, with all kinds of feelings intertwined and entangled, eventually turning into a silent sigh.

He was clearly aware that this was the critical moment when he had to make a decision. This decision was like a steep checkpoint lying before him. No matter what choice he made, it would trigger an emotional storm.

Finally, he slowly raised his hands, clasped his fists slightly, stood straight, and saluted to Qiu Qianchi with respect and sincerity.

Then, he said in a deep voice: "Master Qiu, I know how much you cherish your daughter. Miss Lu'e is indeed gentle and virtuous. Any man in the world who can marry her will be blessed."

He paused, raised his head slightly, looked at Qiu Qianchi's eyes full of anger and stubbornness with a firm and deep gaze, and continued: "However, matters of the heart cannot be forced.

I already have my senior sister, Xiao Long Nu, in my heart, just as my senior sister already has me in her heart. We are both committed to each other and will love each other forever.

I can never go against my own heart, nor can I bear to let down my senior sister's affection.

If you force me to do it because you love your daughter so much, even if I am forced to agree today, it will only be a bad relationship in the future. How can your daughter be truly happy? I hope you will think twice."

When Qiu Qianchi heard Ye Fan's firm and resolute words, his face instantly turned ashen as if it was stained with ink, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily:

"You are so arrogant, Ye Fan. How dare you be so ungrateful! My daughter is beautiful, gentle, virtuous, and talented. How can she not be worthy of you? How dare you reject me for the sake of Xiao Longnv? You are so ignorant!"

After that, she took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her voice: "Qian net moves forward, Kun net moves diagonally to the left, Zhen net moves right!"

All the disciples responded in unison and acted quickly and methodically.

All they saw were huge and terrifying fishing nets with knives, which, under the control of the disciples, were like demons given life, slowly but with unstoppable momentum approaching.

The sharp blades on the net flashed a chilling light, as if they were eager to drink blood.

Huang Rong frowned, looking extremely anxious, as she knew very well that if the formation was not broken quickly, everyone would be doomed.

She acted decisively, and with lightning speed, she quickly took out a handful of steel needles from her bosom.

These steel needles gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, and each one looked like the fingertips of the god of death.

She suddenly raised her hand and shot towards the eight green-clad disciples on the west side.

The steel needles were like a group of black lightning, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for the eight disciples.

Huang Rong secretly calculated in her mind. Seeing that the distance between them was very close and the number of steel needles she had fired was huge, according to common sense, at least five or six of the eight disciples would be injured.

As long as these people can be injured, there will definitely be a gap in the fishing net, and in this way, everyone can break out of the siege of the death net.

However, things are unpredictable.

Only a few ding-ding-ding and clang-clang sounds could be heard. The crisp and cold sound was particularly harsh in the silent valley.

Huang Rong took a closer look and thought to herself, "Not good!"

It turned out that all the needles she had shot were sucked away by the magnets cleverly placed on the fishing net. The magnets were like greedy mouths, ruthlessly devouring the needles, and Huang Rong's plan was instantly shattered.

Although Huang Rong was frightened, she was a seasoned veteran after all, so she remained calm in the face of danger.

She acted decisively and shouted, "Everyone, raise your swords to protect your heads and faces, and force your way through the net."

Seeing that the situation was critical, Ye Fan didn't bother to think too much and stomped his right foot hard. With a loud bang, the solid stone slab on the ground instantly cracked and turned into countless stones that flew up like flowers from the sky.

His body was as fast as lightning, and he waved his hands rapidly, pouring his powerful internal strength into his arms. Those stones seemed to be hidden weapons endowed with souls, and with a whistling sound, they flew towards the green-shirted disciples who were controlling the fishing nets.

The stones whizzed through the air, each of them contained Ye Fan's deep internal strength, and their power should not be underestimated.

Although the green-shirted disciples had been trained for a long time, they could not help but show panic when faced with such a sudden and fierce attack.

Some disciples tried to dodge, and hurriedly turned sideways or bent over, but were still hit by stones on their arms or shoulders, and cried out in pain;

Some disciples tried to use the fishing nets in their hands to resist, but the stones came in with great force. Although the fishing nets could block some of them, many stones still penetrated the gaps in the nets and hit them, causing them to stagger and the formation to become a little chaotic.

But the fishing net formation is after all the exquisite formation of Jueqing Valley. Seeing this, Qiu Qianchi immediately adjusted his strategy and shouted loudly: "Fill in the position with Xunnet, outflanking with Linet, don't panic!"

When the disciples heard the command, they endured the pain and quickly readjusted their positions. The fishing net formation that had been loosened by Ye Fan's stone attack gradually became tight again and continued to slowly surround the crowd.