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It was as if the aura of the forest had frozen everyone.

Broken Chou smiled coldly, raised the Tianlin in his hand, and waved it without any tricks.

"Boom ............"

The sword qi extended, the edge was unstoppable, and the sword qi passed through, and the gate and the connected walls were all cracked into countless fine pieces, bursting out towards the inside, like countless flying knives stabbing together.

The hole suddenly opened in front of him, and he saw a figure dodging around, and the place behind the original door was even more blood-red.

"Who are you?

"How daring! Do you know what this place is?"

In the midst of a group of scattered guests, an old man who seemed to be a butler was going around entertaining guests suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

Here, it still belongs to the outer house, and the people who eat and drink here are often not people of high status, but some casual cultivators, or some people in the family, who are not very high-status, and the identity of entertaining these people can also be imagined.

Broken Chou didn't even look at him more, didn't raise his head to the ground, and stretched his sleeves.

"Huh..... Swish....... Swish...... Who......"

Fifty-six starlight rainbows broke through the sky, directly beating the old man who opened his mouth into a sieve, and the starlight did not disperse, burst open, turned into two star wheels, and swept through the courtyard.

"Ah..........h

The screams were uniform, and almost at the same time, everyone was broken into their bodies by countless rays of starlight.

Under the blow, a moment of joy suddenly turned into a Shura hell.

In the courtyard, blood foam is everywhere, enough to be an inch thick, stepping on it, sticky "snort" sound.

These small characters, naturally, will not be distracted to take a closer look, waved their hands back to the cold star thorn, stepped out of the blood everywhere in an instant, and walked straight towards the sound of gongs and drums in the sky a moment ago, but at this time there was a dumb hall.

Along the way, people blocked, instantaneously killed, walls blocked, shattered............ In any case, it can't be stopped, leaving behind a trail of blood, a lone figure, a man and a sword, standing outside the hall.

As soon as the sorrowful fang raised his head, the door of the hall was shattered, and the inside was rich and magnificent, and there were at least hundreds of people gathered in it.

These are the real descendants of the He family, the forces close to them.

"How?"

"He Yanming, your grandson wants to marry my apprentice, and now that I'm here, the master, don't you welcome it?"

With a smile on his face, he met the unkind eyes of everyone, opened his mouth leisurely, and strolled in.

How is that possible?

Seeing his appearance, he knew that he must be looking for fault, and choosing to come on such a happy day, no matter what the dispute, he was already naked, naked in the face.

What's even more intriguing is that the person who came turned out to be the bride's teacher!

I'm afraid that in less than a day, the matter of the He family and grandson being disturbed by someone to stir up the wedding banquet will be spread throughout the South China Sea and become a joke among those scattered cultivators after dinner.

How can those who dare to do this have no confidence?

What's more, although there was a smile on his face, there was a murderous sword intent all over his body, and the people in the family who were welcoming and escorting him outside were silent at all, for fear that he had been poisoned.

"Hold on!"

Jiang was still old and spicy, and when others were surprised or angry, He Yanming restrained his anger and sat down slowly.

Although he didn't say anything, his eyes kept looking at his sorrowful body, as if he wanted to see his roots.

He was not in a hurry, he didn't care about the other party's probing gaze, he just looked around the hall and took in all the situations.

There are a lot of people who come, and it's also very miscellaneous!

The people sitting at the tables in the front row, judging by their dress and bearing, are not comparable to those who are down-and-out cultivators outside, and it is estimated that they are relatively high-status sect family monks nearby.

The latter is much inferior, and there are miscellaneous ones, although there is much difference in the realm of cultivation, but the momentum is much weaker for no reason, and there is **, and it is taking the opportunity to come to set up a friendship.

At this time, although there were more than 100 people in the field, they were silent, waiting for the development of things.

They are not fools, they naturally want to please the He family, but they don't do anything to offend people.

For a while, the atmosphere in the hall was depressing and dull, making people feel that they could not breathe.

"Bang Bang ..........."

At this moment, the sound of porcelain and other things being broken resounded throughout the hall.

At this time, there was no other sound in the hall except for the forcibly suppressed breathing, and it seemed that this sudden sound became more and more harsh.

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the past.

It was a young monk who looked untouched, with empty hands, a wet chest, and broken porcelain shards all over the ground, apparently broken by a glass of wine or something.

In an instant, the eyes of countless people stared, almost all of them were not under him, this young man was only out of the sect, where had he experienced this, he was at a loss for a while, his whole body trembled, and he caught up with the chaff.

"That's it!"

A flash of anger flashed in He Yanming's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice.

This low drink echoed in the hall like thunder, instantly waking everyone up from the sudden change.

Immediately, as soon as he waved his hand, he stopped his son, who was about to scold when he reacted, looked at the sorrow, and said in a deep voice:

"This Taoist friend, my granddaughter-in-law has no father, no mother, no teacher and no leader, I hope you will respect yourself, don't talk nonsense, mess with my court! If there is anything wrong with my He family, miss today, you are welcome to come to the door at any time for advice. ”

"Today is the day of the little grandson's big day, if you don't dislike it, please sit down and have a glass of wine. ”

"How?"

Before he finished speaking, a discerning family member at the bottom hurriedly got up and gave up a seat.

He Yanming nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, and then looked at Xuan Chou, waiting for his reaction.

He Yanming has been arrogant all his life, except for pretending to be a grandson in front of those big sects and big families, at other times, he really hasn't been soft.

He can say this now, he can already see that no matter how he dresses or his body shape and bearing, he is extraordinary, and he has no bottom in his heart, and he is not willing to do more life at this time, otherwise with his temper, he will be on crutches earlier.

Don't think that the style of that dragon head crutch is ordinary, at first glance it is a little unworthy of his identity He Yanming, but in fact, it is a rare high-grade magic weapon, and I don't know how many monks' blood has been dyed on it, and it is very powerful.