Yan Pu listened to the undulating shout, but her face did not show the slightest joy. She stood beside Zifang Tianwu, with an unobstructed view of the entire Heavenly Palace Hall, her eyes swept over the gentian below, swept over the purple maple stream, and then looked over the clouds outside the main hall to the clouds, her eyes were far away, is this the place where she wants to live in the future?

When everyone's voices stopped, Zifang Tianwu's voice sounded again: "In the future, I will teach it personally." ”

As soon as he said this, everyone's hearts were full of joy, and the eyes that looked at Yanpu were no longer commonplace, and some people even had envy and jealousy in their eyes. The personal teaching of the realm lord Zifang Tianwu, what an honor this is, this is a great benefit that no one can ask for, as long as it is not bad, after the teaching of the realm lord, the strength is soaring. It is rumored that the realm lord has never taught anyone else, not even the crown prince, and there is only one person, and that is the prince of the Heavenly Palace, Zi Wulin. This also shows how much the realm lord attaches great importance to this granddaughter who has just returned.

No, after hearing Zifang Tianwu say this, the crown prince standing on the steps had a flash in his eyes.

Zifang Tianwu is the lord of a realm, the head of a clan, there are many people in the harem, and there are naturally many descendants, and the people of the Zi clan have more or less his bloodline, the more intimate the bloodline, the stronger the strength, it can be said that these princes are all grandsons or further descendants who have inherited most of his bloodline.

is also a descendant of his blood inheritance, but Zifang Tianwu's behavior towards Yanpu is biased. Not only did she give the title Huang Qiong, but she also announced it to the world, and now she had to personally guide her, does this mean that she will climb on their heads soon?

Originally, they didn't have any other feelings about the return of the realm lord's daughter and grandson, but there were more descendants of the realm lord, and the feelings of the people in the immortal path for the so-called relatives were much lighter. Here, everything depends on strength, even if it is the descendants of the realm lord, there are many descendants of the realm lord, and what they can stand here is strength. Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a slight hostility towards Yanpu in their hearts.

Zi Fengliu, who was standing on the first step of the steps, looked at the fleeting expressions of the rest of the crown princes, narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled out a sarcastic arc, and he sneered in his heart. Others may not be able to see anything, but he knows these so-called brothers too well, and they are nothing more than jealous that Yanpu can be so loved by the realm lord. He sighed in his heart: This person, what he is most afraid of is not knowing his identity.

And Zi Wulin didn't even have any fluctuations in his eyes when he heard it, as if he couldn't hear what Zifang Tianwu said at all, since the ceremony, the expression on his face has not changed, it really looks like a sculpture.

Among the hundred clans under the main hall, two women stood in an unremarkable place. One woman looked at Zi Fengliu standing on the first step with admiration in her eyes, and the other looked at Zi Wulin since the realm lord and the others entered the main hall. That look implied admiration, possession, and imperativeness.

Who else could it be if it weren't for the two sisters Wang Jin and Wang Mei? As the most favored second daughter of the Wang Snake clan, they were qualified to follow their father into this Heavenly Palace Hall.

Wang Jin looked at Wang Mei's somewhat crazy eyes beside her, and she didn't know why she felt slightly scared in her heart, she followed her eyes and looked at Zi Wulin, and lowered her head with just one look. A person like Zi Wulin, as long as it is a woman, will fall in love, but not anyone dares to threaten to become him, such a person is like a sleeping dragon, no one can conquer. Even if Wang Jin is indulgent, she is self-aware, her ambition is not big, and... She looked at Zi Fengliu with a slight joy in her eyes, and she only liked people like Zi Fengliu.

Wang Mei didn't know what the cowardly sister next to her thought, she looked at the unicorn posture of Zi Wulin, her inner desire and ambition were even greater, she suppressed her inner admiration, and secretly said in her heart, she not only wanted to become Zi Wulin's concubine, she also wanted to get Zi Wulin's heart. Then she turned her eyes again, and when she saw Yan Pu standing on the other side of the realm lord, she was jealous in her heart, why could she get such a great honor, to be able to stand beside the realm lord and stand side by side with the purple sycamore. She hates excellent girls, especially when that girl is not inferior to her in all aspects of appearance and talent.

The Realm Lord didn't care what what he said made everyone think, after he finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and the majestic voice once again spread throughout the Heavenly Palace and even under the Heavenly Palace, "The ceremony begins. ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone saw the realm lord, the crown princes, and Yan Pu flying away from the main hall, bypassing the heavenly palace, and going to the lower realm. The crowd followed him.

And under the Heavenly Palace, the people of the Wuhua Realm had been waiting for a long time, looking at the Sky Realm Lord and the others and the others to let out a heaven-shattering cheer. In this world, in this era, it can be said that the full name is a cultivator, and it is rare to see the people of the Heavenly Palace, but at this time, looking at the realm lord who rules his side, he led the crown princes and the new Huangqiong fairy to fly because of the ceremony, and they all shouted happily and loudly, the voice was deafening, and the momentum was huge, and it was really a great prosperous age.

All the crown princes and clans followed behind the realm lord, separated by a distance, only Zi Wulin and Yan Pu were tied with the realm lord.

Yanpu looked at the happy expressions of the people below and the expressions of contemplation, and her expression did not change. Zifang Tianwu looked at the people below with wise and tolerant eyes, and said, "Look, this is the people of my world. ”

I don't know who to say this to, but Yeon-pu wisely kept silent.

Zi Wulin looked at the people below and said, "Peace and prosperity." ”

Zifang Tianwu's eyes were far away, and he sighed: "Taiping..."

Yanpu listened silently, not knowing why he sighed so much, but what does this have to do with her standing there?

The people above were looking at the people below indifferently, the people below were also looking at the people above and talking, many people looked at the realm lord and the purple Wulin beside him and the crown prince behind him, but there were also more people looking at Yan Pu beside the realm lord. Such a ceremony, except for one time when the prince was established, there is only this time now. People want to see how different she is, why is she so valued by the Lord of the Realm.

"Is that the new Fairy Huangqiong?"

"That's not wrong, it should be her. ”

"Shhh A bit like a person?"

"Flower Fairy. ”

"That's right, the Phoenix Qiong Fairy looks very similar to the Hundred Flowers Fairy 10,000 years ago!"

"You don't have to guess, this Huangqiong Fairy is the daughter of the Hundred Flowers Fairy. It is said that the Hundred Flowers Fairy has returned to death, and the Lord of the Realm has only brought her back. Everyone was talking, and one couldn't help but explain.

After explaining, everyone suddenly realized, no wonder, no wonder, it was the daughter of the Hundred Flowers Fairy. Everyone thought of the love of the realm lord for the daughter of the Hundred Flowers Fairy ten thousand years ago.

In other places, people with slightly deeper cultivation looked at Yan Pu and sighed: the body of the flower emperor, the posture of the mother.

In an inconspicuous part of the crowd, a petite figure was shrouded in a huge cloak, which covered her whole body, making it impossible to see her appearance. She wore a cloak and veiled face, and only one pair of eyes were exposed. She raised her head slightly, looked at the people above the sky, and whispered with the wind: Sister......

It wasn't until the Realm Lord had crossed the place and left that the figure gathered its cloak and left.

And in the sky, Yanpu had a momentary palpitation, she turned her head to look in the direction below, but she didn't see anything. Laughing at herself in her heart, at that moment, she had the illusion that it was her sister calling her.

And behind Yan Pu, Zi Fengliu saw Yan Pu turn her head, looking at the imperceptible self-deprecation at the corner of her mouth, her eyes turned slightly, and she saw a figure wearing a cloak somewhere, her brows were slightly furrowed, but she was calm in the next second.

In this way, Zifang Tianwu flew to various places in the Wuhua realm with Yanpu, and every time he flew to a place, the cultivators cheered and celebrated, and Zifang Tianwu looked at this prosperous scene, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Gentian looked at Yanpu flying in front of him, a trace of sadness and nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: Fu'er... This is what you'd like to see...?

At night, above the Heavenly Palace, a faction of singing and dancing was leveled, the lord of the realm pardoned, and everyone celebrated all night. On the main hall, in the entire Heavenly Palace, some people are staggered, and some people are pulling relationships everywhere, and the immortal qiongyu brewing in this fairy palace is not an ordinary wine, it is a rare elixir immortal liquid, so naturally take this opportunity to eat. Second, this ceremony gathered more than 100 ethnic groups, which is rare on weekdays, and people with good intentions naturally took this opportunity to win over other ethnic groups that are beneficial to themselves.

Where there are people, there is fighting, in this Wuhua realm, under the hundred clans ruled by this heavenly palace, competition is naturally indispensable, sometimes competition is for resources, sometimes competition is for the land boundary.

As the protagonist of the ceremony, Yanpu is alone in a corner of the Heavenly Palace. She stood on the edge of Yao Pond and looked at the smoke of the lake, looking at the beautiful moonlight reflected on the lake, stunned, and didn't know what to think.

Then she heard a slight sound of footsteps behind her.

Zi Wulin walked to her side, looked at the lake with her and didn't speak, and finally Yan Pu couldn't help but speak: "Why didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince come here instead of in the main hall?"

Zi Wulin turned his head, looked at this woman with dark eyes, looked at his titular sister, remembered the first time he saw her in Moshun Heavenly City, and then asked lightly, "What about you, why are you here?"

Yanpu smiled slightly and looked at the lake: "It's just to come and be quiet." Then he thought of something, and said: "On the contrary, His Royal Highness the Prince, if you disappear, I'm afraid many people will be disappointed." ”

Yan Pu is smart, so she can naturally know that those people looked at Zi Wulin's eyes, respectful and stammering. Unexpectedly, the person I accidentally bumped into in Moshun Heavenly City was actually Zi Wulin, the prince of the Heavenly Palace.

Zi Wulin said lightly: "It's okay. After saying this, he turned his head and stopped looking at her, quietly looking at the lake, and did not speak.

He was silent, Yan Pu couldn't stand it anymore, Zi Wulin, standing there, his momentum could overwhelm others, not to mention that his cultivation was much higher than Yan Pu. Even if he restrained the power brought by his cultivation, he still brought oppression to Yanpu, which was a kind of momentum that originated from himself, a momentum brought by a long time in a high position.

Just when Yanpu couldn't help but speak, he finally spoke up, he frowned, and his voice was still indifferent: "I'm sorry." ”

Yeon-pu stood beside him and was stunned, sorry? Yeon-pu was confused, and didn't understand why he was saying sorry. However, just when she turned her head to explore, she only saw the back of Zi Wulin's departure.

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Mu Yan (face full of anger): Author: Why is your story so long! You don't let us appear! Readers are about to forget about us!

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