Chapter 953: Fighting for the Oiran

Mengyaju is the most famous and elegant place on Fire Island.

All the women here are good at singing and dancing, and most of them are accomplished warriors. They have a temperament that ordinary people cannot match.

Today's Mengyaju is even more lively, with almost all the dandies from all the major forces here.

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Today is the time to select Meng Yaju Oiran.

The central high platform was surrounded by a large number of people, and there were private rooms upstairs.

On the high platform, a woman wearing a long green dress moved lightly and walked onto the high platform. Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

The woman played a pipa on the stage, and the sound was very beautiful. At this time, three waiters in black were holding a mahogany box with the woman's name engraved on it. Those who supported the woman would Jade coins or yuan stones were thrown into it.

This is the selection of the oiran. The women competing for the oiran decide who will be the oiran based on who wins more lottery tickets and gets more money.

When the song ended, the woman bowed and left with her pipa in her arms.

At this time, a beautiful middle-aged woman in red came onto the stage and said loudly: "Everyone, the last person competing for the oiran on the stage today is our girl Ling Ying!"

"Liao Ying, Ying Ying!"

After the beautiful middle-aged woman finished speaking, the people in the audience burst into loud cheers. The woman named Ling Ying's voice was very loud.

Not long after, the red cloth behind the high platform was opened, and a woman slowly walked onto the stage with lotus steps. This woman was in her twenties and eighties, with a beautiful face, long hair tied around her waist, and wearing a tight-fitting black cheongsam. Big breasts, round hips, slender neck, snow-white slender legs, and black cheongsam perfectly outline this woman's figure.

That snow-white skin is even more charming against the black cheongsam with purple rose tattoos.

This woman's face could not be said to be charming, but the aloof and cool temperament she carried was incomparable to those of the women just now.

"Liao Ying, Ying Ying!"

The young men in the audience almost went crazy when they saw this woman. Some even put their hands under their robes and started to exercise.

Depend on! Brother, be strong!

This woman has only been in Mengyaju for a month, but her reputation is as high as the fireworks alleys nearby. This woman has a strong rule. Young people under the age of fifty can sleep with her if they can beat her in a martial arts competition.

In the past month, the vast number of wolf friends in Donghuo City have heard the news and come to challenge one after another. But it is very tragic that no young man can beat this woman.

And this woman also showed her cultivation, she was in the spiritual realm!

Even Feng Ping, the young master of the Feng family, and Wei Lang, the young master of the Fire Cloud Sect, were defeated by this woman.

But today, this woman actually participated in the oiran selection. There is always a rule in this oiran selection. The biggest supporter of the oiran can spend the night with the oiran.

As soon as this woman came on stage, she did not put on a talent show like other oiran contenders. Instead, she glanced at the people in the audience with cold eyes, and then raised her beautiful hand.

Uh-huh!

A ray of white light shot out, and a three-inch-long flying knife was shot at the head of a young man. A moth flying above the young man's head was actually shot and nailed to the red pillar behind.

Everyone took a deep breath, and then burst into fanatical shouts.

"Liao Ying, Ying Ying!"

The woman then stood on the stage without saying a word, and then three waiters carried the box down. As a result, all the young men almost frantically threw the money bags with their names on them into the box.

Soon, the three boxes were filled.

At this time, a voice came from the private room upstairs.

"I am Feng Ping, and I will help Miss Lianying with 100,000 yuan to express my feelings."

"Wow..."

"One hundred thousand yuan! Feng Ping, one of the two main protagonists this time, finally takes action!"

"Yes, half a month ago, Feng Ping lost to Miss Liao Ying in sixty moves. He once said that anyone who dared to touch Liao Ying would be his enemy, Feng Ping. Now that Liao Ying is competing for the top spot, he will naturally fight to win. .”

In the private room, a young man with red hair in black robes spoke out. This man was Feng Ping.

"Haha, 100,000 yuan, Feng Ping, you are too stingy, Ying'er, if you want to compete for the top spot, I, Wei Lang, will help you, I will give you 300,000 yuan!"

In another private room, a handsome young man wearing a red military robe sneered.

Fire Cloud Sect, Wei Lang.

"Humph, Wei Lang, is that what you call Ying'er? You are just a defeated subordinate of Miss Liao Ying. I will offer 500,000 yuan to help Miss Liao Ying."

Feng Ping snorted coldly.

"Are you talking about me? You are not a defeated general, Ying'er, I will pay 800,000!"

Wei Lang sneered at each other, not falling behind.

"Eight hundred thousand, huh, Miss Li Ying, I'll give you one million!"

Both of them had lost to Lian Ying, and both of them regarded Lian Ying as their intended woman. If their woman let someone else sleep with her, it would not be a matter of money, but of face.

Others were silent for a long time. The other women vying for the oiran cast envious glances at Lian Ying. Their fortunes were less than one-tenth of Lian Ying's.

However, they are great martial artists in the Spiritual Movement Realm, so that alone can overwhelm them.

In a fit of jealousy and jealousy, the prize money turned out to be as high as two million!

When Wei Lang roared out two million, Feng Ping finally lost his temper and finally had no choice but to sit down unwillingly. He had no choice but to run out of money.

He and Wei Lang cannot be compared. Feng Ping is the eldest son of a martial arts master, while Wei Lang is the son of the clan leader. He does not have as much money as Wei Lang, and the Fire Cloud Sect is stronger than the Feng family.

The oiran this time was naturally Ling Ying, and Wei Lang, as the biggest protector of the oiran, naturally had the opportunity to have that night of spring supper.

"Hahaha... Feng Ping, if you fight with me, you're still a little bit behind."

After the oiran selection is over.

Wei Lang put one hand around Lian Ying's waist and sneered at Feng Ping, then he hugged Lian Ying and left Mengyaju under Feng Ping's fire-breathing eyes.

"Damn it, Wei Lang, I'm not done with you!"

A fierce look flashed in Feng Ping's eyes, and then he said something to a man next to him who was also wearing a black robe.

The red-robed man nodded in agreement, then stepped back and left.

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At night, the stars and the moon gather together, the soft moonlight shines on the earth, and the sea surface glows with a faint silver glow.

In the attic of a villa near the sea, a beautiful woman in a black cheongsam was sitting on a red couch, still complaining about something.

Crunch!

The door to the room was opened, and a young man in red robe walked into the room, looking at the beauty in black sitting in front of the bed with a pair of fiery eyes.

Wei Lang walked slowly to Li Ying, then stretched out his hand to touch her delicate cheek, with a look of obsession in his eyes.

"Ying'er, you know, since that day you defeated me, you have appeared in my heart all the time. I can't help but think about you when I eat, sleep, or even practice. Now, I can finally get you."

As soon as Wei Lang took off his outer robe, he was about to pounce on him.

Uh-huh!

But then a cold light shot from behind him...