Since then, there has been a steady stream of guests.

Xia Qingchen didn't have time to ask a few presidents.

Yue Mingzhu, who was receiving the gift on the side, hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and muttered softly: "It should be almost there." ”

Tianyue Lingdong.

In a long canyon.

The red send-off procession, gongs and drums ascend to heaven.

In a sedan chair in the center, the White Lotus Holy Maiden retreated from her usual plain clothes.

The phoenix crown is cloudy, and the red lips are red.

A splendid red dress, outlining a graceful figure.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her expression was as indifferent as ever.

Suddenly.

The sedan chair stopped.

"What's the matter?" said the White Lotus Holy Maiden with her eyes closed.

Next to the sedan chair, a maid who was sending off her relatives stared ahead with a suspicious face: "Miss, there is a fog ahead." ”

But directly in front of the canyon, there was a thick yellow mist.

The White Lotus Holy Maiden lifted the sedan curtain, glanced outside, and frowned: "To go to Sanli is the valley mouth, and it is windy all year round, how can there be fog condensation?"

The send-off team was equally hesitant.

This fog is really weird.

"Miss, do you need a detour?"

The White Lotus Holy Maiden groaned, shook her head, and said, "No need, pass slowly." ”

If you take a detour, it will be delayed for half a day.

It will definitely delay the good day and the auspicious day.

This canyon is called the East Rift Valley.

After leaving the valley, the north is the holy land of Sword Cliff.

Eight thousand miles to the south is the Nebula Holy Land.

Their trip should be north.

"Yes, miss. ”

The send-off procession cautiously entered the fog.

The White Lotus Saintess sits in a sedan chair.

I couldn't help but hold the soft sword in my hand.

If there is any abnormal movement, she will take action.

The send-off team is vigilant and moves forward.

Suddenly.

A scream came.

The whole procession immediately stopped.

The palanquin bearers drew their blades and watched out.

The sedan chair also had to be put down.

However, they are wary of the surrounding times.

Unbelieving, above their heads, there were four dark-robed people of different colors standing silently in the air.

They are shrouded in fog and mysterious.

At this moment, the four of them fell silently.

The god unknowingly lifted the sedan chair on the ground into the air.

Then, another sedan chair was lowered.

The whole process, there is not the slightest movement.

Even the White Lotus Holy Maiden in the sedan chair did not feel the slightest tremor of the sedan chair.

She thought the sedan chair was stuck in place.

Unbeknownst to him, his sedan chair had been lifted into the air.

Unbeknownst to them, the send-off team carried the replaced sedan chair and continued to set off.

"The danger is over, leave immediately. The send-off team shouted.

The team immediately left the fog and left from the valley mouth.

They don't know.

Their team left on the front foot, and in the fog, another line of relatives came out.

And their direction is, Nebula Sanctuary!

Sword Cliff Sanctuary.

Noon on the day.

There are 100 banquet tables on the main peak, but only 10 tables have guests.

The rest of the banquet tables were empty.

The wedding scene that should be lively is deserted.

Only the red lanterns remained, fluttering alone in the breeze.

Yu Qingyang stood on the welcome platform, and a shadow appeared on his calm face.

Of the invited guests from Tianyueling, less than one-tenth came.

The Sword Cliff Holy Lord comforted, "Probably they are still on the way, be patient and wait." ”

Yu Qingyang looked at the noon sun and shook his head slightly: "Don't comfort me, they are all at Xia Qingchen's wedding!"

In his eyes, there was a hint of fierceness: "He, a little beyond my surprise." ”

Anyone thinks that it must be Yu Qingyang's wedding that is more grand.

However, the opposite is true.

Since when did that inconspicuous speck of dust have the qualifications to surpass itself?

At this time.

A giant blue bird flew in.

There is a bald head in black clothes standing on it, meticulous, giving people a very serious feeling.

He was followed by a large number of young people.

The youth is dressed in uniform attire.

On the clothes, there is a woman's head.

That was the symbol of the Tianyue Ridge Temple!

Yu Qingyang's face was gloomy, and he greeted with a smile: "The old man came in person, and he tormented the younger generation." ”

The black-clothed bald head in front of him is the black-clothed envoy of the Tianyue Palace, and his status is extremely high.

At the beginning, it was he who gave the Yuqingyang God King badge.

The old man's unsmiling face squeezed out a smile: "You are getting married, why don't I come?"

After he fell, he looked at the empty banquet table and said, "What about the rest of the guests?"

Yu Qingyang didn't care, and said: "A group of forces of three sects and nine streams, it is better not to come, it will hinder the view of the old people." ”

In his eyes, including the four great families and the eight holy places, they can all be described as three religions and nine streams.

It doesn't matter if you come or not.

All it takes is a few heavyweights to be there.

Sit down towards the old man's head.

Soon after, a young laugh came through the air.

"Brother Yu, marrying the world's first beauty, how can you miss my Yuwen Taiji?"

On the steps, a nineteen young man in a wide green robe walked up.

His sword eyebrows and starry eyes give people an unusually sharp feeling.

It is Yuwen Taiji, who ranks second on the Tianyue list.

In front of him, there were several elders of the Yuwen Divine Sect.

Yu Qingyang smiled again: "Brother Yuwen, please, seniors, please." ”

Yuwen Divine Gate and Tianyue Temple are all top forces in Tianyue Ridge.

With them, the wedding is not lonely.

However, Yu Qingyang didn't care about them the most.

Suddenly.

A sword roared through the sky.

From a distance, a middle-aged man in blue clothes, stepping on a broadsword, flew in the air!

Chao Lao and the elders of the Yuwen Divine Sect stood up in unison, their eyes showing a trembling light: "Imperial Sword Flying, this is a powerhouse in the middle of the moon!"

Edgeworth Flight is a type of volley flight.

It's something that can only be done in the middle of the moon.

At present, in the entire Tianyue Ridge, in addition to the Divine Temple, there are only the ancestors of the two major Divine Sects, who can fly in the air.

Yu Qingyang had a complete smile on his face, and stepped forward to greet him: "Junior Yu Qingyang, see the palace master of the Feng Palace." ”

The elders and the people of the Yuwen Divine Gate saluted one after another: "Welcome to the palace master!"

Under the command of King Liang, there are eighteen palaces.

Each house has a palace master, who is high and powerful, and has a transcendent status.

It is a being that overlooks the world.

Tianyue Ridge appeared in front of it, and it was just a place of projectiles.

He is willing to travel thousands of miles to support Yu Qingyang, which shows the importance he attaches to Yu Qingyang.

The palace master of the king of Feng collected his sword and fell, and his blue clothes fluttered.

He was graceful and gave a gift: "Congratulations!"

Yu Qingyang bowed down and thanked him: "Thank you, Palace Master!"

"Hehe, with my friendship with your father for many years, how can I not come when you get married?"

The rest were to accompany them.

At the right time.

At the foot of the mountain, there was the sound of firecrackers, which was the arrival of the family sending procession.

Yu Qingyang smiled slightly, and bowed his hand to the guests: "Don't be impatient, everyone, I'll go to greet you." ”

He led a group of handsome men and women selected to the foot of the mountain elegantly.

"The groom arrives, and the bride comes out of the sedan chair. The handmaid shouted with a smile.

The sedan chair was lowered.

Out of it came a woman with a curvaceous figure.

The head was already covered with a red hijab, and it was impossible to see the face.

"Xue'er!" Yu Qingyang stared at the beautiful figure, and there was a burst of eagerness and longing in his heart.

Finally waited for this day.

Jiang Xuexin, it's hers!

I don't know how Xia Qingchen feels at this moment?

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