How do you know that the couple just worshipped heaven and earth, and before they worshiped the high hall for the second time, the door that had just been closed was kicked open, and a young man with a somewhat gloomy expression walked in angrily, followed by an old man in a green shirt who was not far behind him.

"Hongmei, do you really want to marry this surnamed Jane?" the gloomy man pointed to Jian Xiu and questioned his bride Yu Hongmei.

This person kicked the door arrogantly and made disrespectful remarks, and many people guessed that this was here to find trouble, and listening to this tone, this person seemed to know the bride, and I am afraid that he was one of the suitors.

Before the bride could speak, she saw Jian Xiu, who had an ugly face, pointing at the gloomy man who kicked the door and scolded: "The surname is Feng, why are you here again? You are not welcome here, get out of here!"

Yu Hongmei also followed and said: "Feng Feijian, although our two families are friends in the world and often meet, but I have never liked you, don't you come to mess around again, okay? I and Senior Brother Jian are in love with each other, it's not that he forced me, you just respect my choice!"

Feng Feijian also seemed to know that he was wishful thinking, Yu Hongmei's departure was irretrievable, he was just angry in his heart, and he just wanted to make some trouble, so he said in a weird way: "Okay, everything is said about this, Feng is not embarrassed by this surname Jane, I will sit down and have a glass of wine, not too much, right?"

After saying that, he turned around and kicked someone at the table next to the door, and shouted: "Get out of the way of Lao Tzu and give up your seat!"

The person who was kicked happened to be Qi An, and because they came late, their seats were almost full, so they sat at the table by the door casually, and they happened to be very unlucky to become Feng Feijian's punching bag, and they were directly kicked by him.

Qi An was not slow to react, how could he be kicked by the other party, he sat on the chair and did not move, and shook his hand and punched out, hitting the soles of Feng Feijian's feet.

Generally speaking, at the banquet, the higher the position, the higher the status, the higher the cultivation, on the contrary, the lower the position, most of them are unknowns, and their strength is relatively weak, Qi An They sat at the back by the door, Feng Feijian thought that this was a group of weak chickens, and he didn't care, he didn't even use half of his strength to get out of his feet, but he was hit by Qi An's cannon punch on the soles of his feet, and a huge force instantly shocked him, which directly made him unable to prevent it, his body was out of control, and he stepped back three steps in a row before standing firm, and suddenly felt a big loss of face, and his face suddenly became hideous。

"Stinky boy, are you looking for death?" Feng Feijian shouted angrily, and kicked towards Qi An again, only this time he almost used all his strength, and a black mist that was visible to the naked eye and like a substance was directly brought out from the soles of his feet, the momentum was extremely fierce, and the speed was also very fast.

The speed of this kick was at least more than twice as fast as the previous kick, far exceeding the speed that an ordinary early stage condensation monk could burst out, Qi An was a little caught off guard, and hurriedly used a sealing fist style, which was able to block Feng Feijian's flying kick with his arm, but who knew that the power of this kick was far more than the previous kick, Qi An's sealing fist style could not be perfectly discharged, and the chair under him shattered with a click, and Qi An was also shocked by the powerful real power on his foot and leaned back, sitting on the ground.

Not only that, the black mist on Feng Feijian's feet was like a spirit, and the moment it hit Qi An, it wrapped around his arm, turning into countless slender black silk threads that pierced Qi An's arm, and wisps of feminine power invaded with it, making Qi An's entire arm become a little numb.

Qi An was shocked, and was about to rely on the strength of his body to expel the feminine energy that was secretly attacking, but he knew that a blazing torrent suddenly rose from his abdomen, rushed into Qi An's arm along the meridians, and instantly devoured the feminine power, obviously the soul devouring demon fire in his body played a role.

Qi An raised his head and glared angrily at Feng Feijian on the opposite side, he was not like Ouyang Ting who had the means of divine sense exploration, and he didn't know what the other party's cultivation was, but judging from this kick, he might be two realms higher than him, at least in the late stage of the Qi Condensation Realm.

But Qi An still underestimated Feng Feijian's strength, and when Ouyang Ting helped Qi An up, he quickly whispered a reminder in his ear: "This person is a peak Qi Condensation Cultivator, don't be impulsive!"

Qi An nodded slightly, patted his ass and stood up, looked at Feng Feijian vigilantly, and didn't say a word.

But Feng Feijian was a little reluctant, he originally felt that this kick would not be wasted on the other party, at least he would kick the other party seriously and vomit blood, how did he know that Qi An patted his ass and stood up, just like no one, so Feng Feijian was not happy, and shouted arrogantly: "Boy, kneel down and kowtow and admit your mistake, Feng Ye will spare you!"

Qi An's face was angry, and he frowned and said in a deep voice: "What did you say? Say it again!"

Feng Feijian pointed at Qi An's nose and shouted loudly: "Are you deaf? Feng Ye told you to kneel down and kowtow, otherwise you will be abolished now!"

Of course, it is impossible for Qi An to kneel and kowtow, even if the other party's cultivation is the peak of condensation, which is three realms higher than him, but the warrior can be killed but not humiliated, how can Qi An discard his self-esteem because he is afraid of death?

Qi An had already secretly clenched his fists, and was about to make a move with Feng Feijian, but he heard Jian Xiu shout and scold: "The surname is Feng, this is my Jian family, you don't want to be presumptuous!"

Feng Feijian didn't sell the account at all, and said loudly: "The surname is Jane, you don't meddle in your affairs! Feng Mou didn't ask for his life, he already gave you face, he offended Feng, so naturally he had to kowtow to make amends, if you want to protect him, then it's up to you to kowtow!"

Feng Feijian, a Qi Condensing Monk, came to the wedding banquet to make trouble, and he actually dared to let himself, who was a great cultivator of God Refining, kowtow to him, no matter how good Jian Xiu's temper was, he was blown up by anger, and flew out directly, grabbing Feng Feijian's shoulder with his claws, just wanting to throw this unreasonable madman out of the house.

Who knew that before his palm could catch Feng Feijian, the old man in green shirt, who had been standing silently behind Feng Feijian, suddenly raised his hand and waved, and a small green sword formed by the convergence of true yuan and almost condensed into substance shot out from his fingertips, heading towards Jian Xiu like an arrow from the string, stabbing his palm.

Jian Xiu didn't care to attack Feng Feijian anymore, grabbed the small green sword in his hand, held it hard, and made a loud noise, and the small sword formed by the strength shattered, but Jian Xiu's body was as if it had been struck by thunder, his hair was all open, he paused suddenly, and then flew back a few steps, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Jian Xiu changed color in shock, his eyes stared at the ordinary-looking old man in green shirts, and asked in a deep voice: "I don't know which senior is coming, Jian Xiu has missed the distance, and I hope to forgive my sins!"

This person came in behind Feng Feijian, he had been very low-key, and everyone's attention was focused on the arrogant Feng Feijian, who had not expected this old man in green shirts to be so terrifying, and with a single move, he forced Jian Xiu, who had cultivated in the early stage of refining gods, to retreat, and even injured him, obviously the identity of this old man is not simple.

The old man in the green shirt said expressionlessly: "The old man is Feng Yan, the elder of the outer gate of the Qinghu Sword Sect, who followed my nephew and grandson to join in the fun, begging for a glass of water and wine, and I hope that Master Jian will not be stingy." ”

Hearing the old man's self-declaration of identity at the banquet venue, there was immediately a sound of cold air, and even many of the Great Cultivators of the God Refining Realm in the VIP seat frowned deeply.

Qinghu Sword Gate, as one of the four top forces in Qingzhou, can be described as a heavy authority, just reporting these four words no one dares to provoke, although the strength of the Five Holy Sect where Jian Xiu is located is comparable to that of Qinghu Sword Gate, but Jian Xiu himself is only an inner disciple, but this old man named Feng Yan is an elder of the outer gate, not only is his identity one level higher than Jian Xiu, but even Xiuwei also crushes Jian Xiu, because the outer gate elder of Qinghu Sword Gate is at least the strength of the peak of God Refining, and it is at least several times stronger than Jian Xiu who only has the early stage of God Refining.

Jian Xiu knew that the person who came was not good, no wonder Feng Feijian dared to have the confidence to come and make trouble, it turned out that he had invited a great master at the peak of God Refining to come to help, and the relationship between this person and Feng Feijian was obviously not ordinary, since he was called a "nephew", that was the elder of Feng Feijian's family, and they were all from the Qinghu Sword Sect, and they were not in the same place with the Five Holy Sects, I am afraid it would be difficult to be good today.

Jian Xiu took a deep breath, suppressed the churning qi and blood in his body, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Feng, today is the wedding day of the younger generation, and I hope that Senior Feng will not embarrass my Jian family, Jian Xiu is grateful!"

Feng Yanpi replied with a smile: "As long as you don't do it without permission, the old man will naturally sit down quietly to drink and eat." ”

Feng Feijian laughed and said: "The surname is Jane, if you don't want to kowtow for this kid, then stay by the side, don't be nosy, this is a personal grudge between me and him, and it won't be counted on your head!"

Jian Xiu was so angry that he didn't know how to speak, this was obviously Feng Feijian and Feng Yan who wanted to lose face for him, and deliberately found an excuse to embarrass the guests who came to congratulate him at his wedding banquet, if he Jian Xiu stood by and watched, after this matter spread, his reputation would be ruined.

Feng Feijian seemed to be arrogant and brainless, but in fact he was very treacherous, he knew that he could not save Yu Hongmei's heart, and he could not help Jian Xiu, who was an inner disciple of the Five Holy Sect, so he simply did not confront Jian Xiu, but attacked the guests of the Jian family, destroying Jian Xiu's reputation from the side, which was simply vicious.

The helpless Jian Xiu had no choice but to set his eyes on the more than ten people in the VIP seat, hoping that they could stand up and speak up and jointly exert pressure on Feng Yan, but most of these people were in the early stage of refining gods, only one or two were in the middle stage of refining gods, and none of them were in the late stage of refining gods, let alone the peak of refining gods, even if they all added up were not Feng Yan's opponents alone, and besides, these people were not willing to offend the Qinghu Sword Gate, so they both pretended not to see Jian Xiu's gaze, and put on a look that they had nothing to do with themselves and hung high.