Looking at the misty figure, Ye Qingrou's eyes flickered a little distracted.

Her crush really stepped on the clouds to marry her.

Is this a dream, or is it real?

Ye Qingrou couldn't control her emotions, her breathing was disordered, and she stared at the man in the robe.

When the two looked at each other, the greeter shouted at the top of his voice: "Feixian Mountain, the sword master has arrived." ”

"What!Sword Master?"

The guests of the major forces present were shocked.

The sword master is the leader of Feixian Mountain, he actually came to attend the wedding in person?

"No, even Feixian Mountain is here, and the sword master is here in person, this, the face of this Vientiane Gate is too big. ”

All men and women stared at each other and exclaimed.

No one doubts the identity of the sword master, the robe, the half-face mask, this is the signature feature of the sword master, and no one in this world dares to imitate it.

The most surprised were Deng Wenyuan and Deng Mao's father and son, both of whom looked at each other, and both showed surprised expressions.

They didn't invite the sword master of Feixian Mountain, because the gap between the strength of Vientiane Gate and Feixian Mountain was too big, and they couldn't make friends at all.

After a short period of surprise, Deng Mao, the master of the Vientiane Gate, hurriedly greeted him and respectfully invited Jiangling to take the seat.

Jiang Ling stood at the door steadily, ignoring Deng Mao.

Ye Qingrou looked at him distractedly, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, as if she had a weakness in an instant, as if something she had been holding on to collapsed in an instant, and a string that was stretched was broken.

Is it you, Gangneung, is it you?

Ye Qingrou didn't dare to speak, for fear that the man opposite was not the person she expected.

She can't afford to lose anymore, her grandmother, who cares about her in the world, has passed away, and the only person she cares about is Gangneung, and she really can't afford to lose.

Jiang Ling also looked at her in a daze, hating herself for not being strong enough, it took so long just to take revenge and build up power, and let her suffer.

Deng Mao, who was on the side, saw that Jiangling was silent, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he secretly waved his hand to his son Deng Wenyuan, signaling the wedding to continue.

It's just in time, no matter what the sword master is here for, but others don't know, this is a good opportunity to increase the influence of Vientiane Gate!

Deng Mao, the master of the Vientiane Gate, smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that God was really helping him, and when he needed to improve the status of the Vientiane Gate the most, he sent the sword master to the town.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he looked at his son, the more pleasing he became, this time thanks to his wedding, Vientiane Gate had the opportunity to become the first sect in Jiangnan!

"Then ask the sword master to watch my son's wedding. ”

Deng Mao said respectfully.

When Ye Qingrou heard this, her face turned pale.

Isn't it Gangneung, it's a person called the Sword Master, am I mistaken?

At this time, melodious music sounded at the wedding, the good day has arrived, and the newlyweds are about to make their final bows.

"I don't worship, I can't worship you. I'm going to wait for him, he said he'll come back to me, I'm going to wait for him. ”

Ye Qingrou's eyes changed, her heart was bitter, the hope that had just risen was shattered like this, the person wearing the mask was not the person she was waiting for.

"Wow. ”

The audience was boiling, and Deng Mao, who was still immersed in excitement just now, was stunned on the spot.

Deng Wenyuan was also stunned for a moment, and then his face became gloomy: "Do you want to die?"

How could he step down in front of so many people by making such a show?

"It doesn't matter, even if I die, I will wait for him. If he doesn't come today, he will come someday, and I will wait until he dies and becomes a ghost. ”

Ye Qingrou smiled bitterly, she figured it out, and if she died, she would die.

"Wait for him?" Deng Wenyuan's face was hideous, "Can you wait for a fart, do you see who will come, who dares to break in?"

"Who do you expect to rob your relatives? Who do you expect to dare to come and take you away? This is Vientiane Gate!"

His tone was gloomy, and he shouted: "I'll see who dares to take you away and who dares to come." ”

The audience was silent, and the people of the major forces were all suppressed by Deng Wenyuan's momentum, and no one dared to say anything.

For a moment, only Ye Qingrou's helpless gasping voice was left in the huge hall.

She clenched her fists, her vision blurred, and she felt helpless.

"Stomp. ”

At that moment, the silence was broken by the sound of slight footsteps.

Jiang Ling slowly paced in front of Ye Qingrou, ignoring everyone in the audience, and stretched out a hand to her.

Ye Qingrou was stunned when she saw the palm in front of her, and looked up.

All of a sudden, time seemed to stand still.

Her eyes kept changing, her emotions had never been so complicated, and she looked at Jiang Ling in a daze and stretched out his hand in a daze, not daring to take him.

"Smack. ”

Jiang Lingyi grasped her hesitant palm and said softly, "Let's go." ”

The moment she turned around, Ye Qingrou's tear glands collapsed, and her soul trembled violently.

The whole audience was stunned, no one expected Gangneung to make such a move.

This, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is robbing relatives!

The young master of the Vientiane Gate was full of shock and surprise, stared at Jiang Ling in dismay, and hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and shouting: "Stop, Sword Master, what are you doing here." ”

The guests in the venue were all paying close attention, and this question was also a question in everyone's minds.

Facing the gaze of the audience, Jiang Ling's face was indifferent: "She is my woman." ”

"Wow. ”

As soon as the words ended, the hall erupted into a rushing noise.

Ye Qingrou couldn't help herself, gasping for breath, and her vision was blurred.

This voice is him, it is Gangneung.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Gangneung looked at her deeply.

Deng Wenyuan's eyes changed wildly, could it be that the person she had been waiting for was the sword master of Feixian Mountain?

The face of the master of Vientiane Gate is even more difficult to see, what a slap in the face!

He also thought that Jiangling was here to attend the wedding, but he didn't expect that he was here to rob his relatives.

The father and son glanced at each other and immediately agreed.

This matter is related to the reputation of Vientiane Gate, even if it is a sword master, he has to do it.

"Put people down, otherwise don't blame us for being polite, where do you think this is? This is not in Feixian Mountain, but in my Vientiane Gate. ”

Deng Wenyuan let out a low shout, and a majestic murderous aura emerged, surrounding Jiangling.

The faces of the people in the hall changed greatly, and they hurriedly ran out, watching from a long distance.

With a "bang", a group of people from the Vientiane Gate came from all directions, surrounding Jiang Ling and Ye Qingrou.

Ye Qingrou had never experienced such an occasion, and she grabbed Jiang Ling's hand tightly in panic.

Deng Mao's tone was low: "Sword Master, our Vientiane Gate is not one of those forces that do not enter the stream, just a Guardian Formation can seal the Yuan Infant Stage, I advise you not to mess around." ”

It's not that he has no choice, and he doesn't want to take the initiative with the sword, but the other party has robbed and slapped his face in front of everyone, do they have to swallow their anger?

"Hum. ”

Everyone urged the spiritual power at the same time, and suddenly a strong aura blocked the audience.

And the formation was also activated outside, and an invisible barrier completely sealed the way to retreat.

"It's too late for you to let her go now. Deng Wenyuan, the master of the young sect, snorted coldly, and the golden pill in the sea of knowledge rotated rapidly, and the coercion of the Great Perfection of the Jie Dan was undoubtedly revealed.

"I'm going to take her away, who dares to stop me!"

Jiang Ling didn't emit the slightest breath or coercion, but just as these words came out, that aura suppressed the audience.

Even Deng Mao and Deng Wenyuan, father and son, felt a burst of heart palpitations.

The silence in the field lasted for more than ten seconds, and Deng Mao was the first to react and shouted: "Do it!"

At the sound of an order, the black pressure of the crowd frantically flocked to Gangneung.

"Ahh Ye Qingrou subconsciously exclaimed.

"What to do, we can't escape. She was pale and bewildered.

"Don't be afraid," Jiang Ling smiled at her, "You just follow me forward, keep moving forward, and you can get out." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Ling took her hand and walked forward.

Just when the crowd was about to touch Jiangling, black shadows eerily emerged from Jiangling's side, and without saying a word, they joined forces to repel everyone, and cleared a spacious avenue for him.

"Who are these black shadows, they are so strong! Each of them is in the Dan period, and they can hide and appear at will, they are simply natural killers!"

Deng Mao's father and son all had constricted pupils.

Jiang Ling didn't make a move, and walked out of the hall with Ye Qingrou in tow.

The black crowd poured out of the hall, but they were never able to break through the black shadow's defenses.

"There's a formation, don't you want to escape!"

Deng Mao shouted coldly.

"What is a formation? There seems to be a golden hood in front of it. Ye Qingrou's face was full of panic.

"Don't be afraid, it's a layer of foam. ”

Gangneung smiled.

The next moment, a sky-high sword qi condensed out of thin air, and a sword pierced through the heavens and the earth, brutally shattering the formation barrier.

In an instant, the barrier shattered and turned into a flood of light and shadow, like a large foam in the sunlight.

"Are these bubbles pretty?"

"Well, pretty. ”