In the holy land of Tianyuan, there is a scene of lights and colorful decorations.

The ground is covered with bright red silk, and there are even more wedding lamps and tassel decorations on all kinds of jade buildings. Each disciple is wearing a bright red dress, busy and cheerfully to welcome visitors from all over the world.

After all, this is the joy of their sect leader, the first in the celestial phenomena list, Nangong Li’s wedding!

Even the saint of Qianmu Sect was married! The other party almost treated the entire sect as a dowry! The meaning in this is naturally extraordinary! It represents the full surrender of another holy land!

There was a bustling crowd at the mountain gate, and it was obvious that all major forces in the world came to congratulate you.

Many martial arts heroes and heroes are not blind. On the contrary, one by one, one by one, one by one, can naturally see the great significance of this wedding. With the marriage, Tianyuan and the Holy Land of Diji have merged. Now, with the Qianmu Sect, it is impossible to say that a unified force similar to the Wu Dynasty will rise in the Tianwu world in the future!

Therefore, no matter how unwilling she was in her heart, she even wanted Nangong Li to die immediately. At this time, the helmsmen of various forces had to come respectfully and come with a smile to congratulate her, for fear that she would be disrespectful to her courtesy and would be the first to be liquidated afterwards.

"Xingwu County Lieyang Sect, Ding Peng, the Yang Refining Hand, is here! I offer a gift of three thousand-year-old ginseng, fifty pairs of flawless jade bi..."

With the welcoming guest's loud shout, Ding Peng brought two disciples behind him and entered the mountain gate in a daze.

"So it's Senior Liang Yang Hand Ding, please come here!"

The person who came to welcome the guests was just an ordinary disciple. Although his face was full of smiles, his face was still tender and the fluff on the corners of his mouth was very obvious.

‘The Tianyuan Holy Land is so grand that it actually sent such a young kid to welcome me!’

Ding Peng was discouraged, but he couldn't imagine it, with a smile on his face: "You lead the way!"

But it is clear that for a giant-level force like Tianyuan Holy Land, the Sanyang Sect, which is the highest in the Earth Yuan warrior, is really nothing.

Of course, if I hadn't had some martial arts power, I would probably not even be able to enter the mountain gate today!

There were crowds of people in the Tianyuan Holy Land, and it was obvious that there were many people coming to congratulate him. Ding Peng followed this disciple and suddenly became wide open. A huge square appeared, with hundreds of tables and tables piled up, and all kinds of delicacies were served like streams.

"Senior Ding, your location is here!"

The disciple took him to a banquet slightly in front of the square and sat down. From here, you can see a magnificent palace. From time to time, one or several people were invited into the house by a smile on his face.

"In the hall, only those who are both holy lands or celestial warriors can enter..."

Ding Peng beat the disciple casually, but he felt a little self-deprecating: "Fortunately, it's not a good place here. At least you can barely see the hall clearly. It's not first-class, but also second-class top-notch..."

"So it's Brother Ding!"

At this time, a fat man in blue shirt on the left greeted him. When Ding Peng saw it, he recognized him as an acquaintance and immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Lan is here too?"

"How can you not come for the wedding of Mr. Nangong?"

Although the fat blue man smiled, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was still keenly captured by Ding Peng.

"It turned out to be Master Ding, who was in Xiaqinghe County..."

They were all famous people from nearby counties on their left and right hands, and they had a few encounters with Ding Peng, so they all came forward to meet each other one by one.

As the leader of a sect, Ding Peng is naturally versatile and greets him one by one without any mistakes. He is even more decent in dealing with others.

After all, people in the world value righteousness and sluggishness, and they care more about face and fame. Those present are all big bosses. If they are considered to be inappropriate and deliberately despised, they will be in great trouble in the future.

This etiquette was naturally extremely complicated. When Ding Peng sat down again, the guests were all here. As the auspicious time approached, the music team played music, bells and drums were sounding, and the zithers were combined, which was quite melodious and beautiful.

"Su Wen Qianmu Sect's Saint is the No. 1 Beauty in the Martial Arts World. You will finally see you today..."

The fat blue man next to him laughed.

Ding Peng knew that this man had a special martial arts skills, was full of yang and had a good temperament. Although he did not do anything insulting, he had many concubines and maids, and was very famous. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. Lan was in love with the scene. Did he want to take another concubine after he went back?"

This is a joke, because every time this fat blue man takes a concubine, he spreads invitations and asks for congratulations, exploits the surrounding gangs to great suffering, and almost loses his entire sect and moves his family.

“That’s right!”

Fatty Lan smiled proudly: "I'm already looking forward to a woman. I will take her as the 72nd concubine on the fifteenth month next month. I'll give her a glimpse of her face and have a glass of wine!"

Ding Peng smiled suddenly. He remembered that the fat man was overjoyed last time. He had already sent a hundred taels of gold over, but he was secretly in pain.

This person is very rich and respectful. For this gift, he will definitely not be worth it. But at one time it is 100 taels of gold, and 72 concubines are 7,200 taels of gold!!!

This was because Ding Peng repeatedly reduced He Yi several times later, but he was afraid that the fat man would turn against him. When he agreed, his heart was bleeding.

Although he is the leader of his sect and has control over a county, thousands of warriors below cannot eat the waters and fish. It is true that the landlords have no surplus food at their homes.

‘I heard that this fat blue man lives like a king and a prince, and he is not as tired as a sect. He is extremely carefree... Alas... it's a pity that I can't learn from him...’

Ding Peng sighed secretly.

Several people talked about the main things.

"This time, the Nangong Young Master's wedding, some sects are ready to give up everything, and they even just don't want the ancestors and faces!"

A dark-faced man next to him sniffed: "I saw the tables in front of him? They all offer treasures of the sect or martial arts secrets that were in the bottom of the box as gifts. I am really not a son of humanity, so shameless!"

"Sure enough?"

Ding Peng originally thought that he had been bleeding this time, but now when he heard it, his wrist holding the wine glass still trembled, and he even thought to himself: "There are 80% of these surrendered sects, and perhaps the forces secretly displayed in the Tianyuan Holy Land. At this time, he made an action to lead the trend. If we do not surrender, the disaster will be in front of us... we should really kill it!"

"Which family is that Black Face God brother?"

The blue fat man next to him flashed in his pupils, and he asked with a faint smile.

"Of course, no one is..."

The black-faced god smiled heartily, dipped his wine glass into his lips, and pretended to be mysterious: "There are only a few holy places left, are they willing to incorporate into the Tianyuan Holy Land? Therefore, let's not say much, just look at it..."

When he said these words, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Can you have any news?"

Ding Peng, Fatty Lan and other warriors were immediately mobilized.

Let them take the alliance of the Tianyuan Holy Land, the Earthly Holy Land, and the Qianmu Sect alone, so naturally they don’t have the courage.

But if there is a leader, and even the leader is also the holy land, it would be a different matter. At that time, they naturally don't mind secretly causing the fire.

After all, it is better to be a chicken head than a cow queen!

As a warrior, I naturally have this kind of arrogance in my heart.

Even if you are not a warrior, once you have experienced the pleasure of monopolizing power, how many people are willing to surrender to others?

"The saint of Qianmu Sect has arrived!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the front, one to ten, ten to hundreds, and the entire square suddenly became solemn, and thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the direction of the mountain gate.

clank!

Eight piano sounds one after another, like a garden of surprises, ethereal and unrestrained.

Two rows of girls in green walked in, carrying palace lanterns and playing round fans. They looked beautiful and charming, making many martial arts masters give thumbs up: "Su Wen Qianmu Sect's women are out of the world, but just ordinary female disciples are like this. I wonder how kind that saint should be?"

Just as I was imagining, a trace of fragrance lingers in my mind, the sky is mysterious and faint, with a Zen meaning.

Surrounded by nine holy lotus messengers, the leader of Qianmu Sect walked in slowly with the hand of the saint.

Everyone held their breath.

The leader of Qianmu Sect is a middle-aged lady wearing a phoenix hairpin, a golden and green robe, and a tassel mopping the floor. She is graceful and generous. You can imagine that she was definitely a famous beauty when she was young.

The Nine Lotus Holy Envoy is not a vulgar character. Ten beauties are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each of whom is good at playing, but they are also compared by the girl in the center.

She was only wearing a blue shirt, which was too simple. Only two big red ribbons on her shoulders looked like a bride. She had a slightly pink face and covered with a layer of gauze, covering half of her face, but her pair of bright like stars and tolerant, as if she had accommodated all the beautiful eyes in the world, was worth the price.

Saint Qianmu came here, it was like a clear spring flowing slowly by, and the lotus came out of the clear water, which was naturally decorated, and the purest "natural beauty"!

"good!"

Even though he couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture, just looking at his graceful figure and his eyes, the people present had already confirmed that this woman must be in a peerless posture. He couldn't help but have a thought in his heart: "This woman is really a perfect match for Mr. Nangong. The couple is a perfect match, and they are made of heaven and earth!"

...

"My bride is here!"

Behind the hall, Nangong Li was wearing a big red dress, spreading his hands, allowing Biqiu to smooth out every wrinkle on his body.

"The young master is overjoyed. If the master and his wife meet, they will definitely be very relieved!"

Qing'er tied up a belt for Nangong Li, hung a red sachet on it, and sent Nangong Li all the way out.

Nangong Li stepped out and turned around inadvertently. Seeing Qing'er standing against the door, who seemed to look at his husband's stone, a hint of unbearableness appeared in his heart: "When Saint Qianmu passes through the door, I will give her a name!"

This thought flashed and was forgotten by him, and he greeted the bride with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!