Even those people at the gate of Red Dust Valley heard it, it was impossible for the Qing Lord, as an immortal realm, not to hear it, why didn't he open the door to save him?

In this case, Zhenli Hou did not ask the white lord to save him, but went to ask the green lord, anyone can see the greasy in this, but the indifference of the green lord made the Zhenli Hou disheartened.

Maybe he was frightened by the Huo Li in southern Jiangsu, or maybe he felt that there was no need to offend Su Changqing because of the fact that the town was gone, no matter what, the final outcome was that the Qing Lord did not appear.

Sunan had incomparable indifference in his eyes, and from top to bottom, he slashed down with a knife on his head and face!

Burst!

Zhenli Hou raised his hands in horror to block it, but how could his body block Sunan's knife?

The blade slashed through Zhenli Hou's arm, as if cutting tofu, this groundbreaking knife directly split Zhenli Hou in half, and the corpse lying on the ground was bleeding like a river, Sunan slashed again, cut off Zhenli Hou's head, and carried his head full of loose hair and blood, leaving the door of the Qing Lord's house.

From beginning to end, the green lord never came out, let the blood flow in front of the door, and the body of Zhenli Hou who was split in half lay on the ground, miserable.

Walking with the sword, he returned to the Red Dust Valley again, Sunan carried the head of Zhenli Hou in his left hand and the Chaos Qilin Sword in his right hand, murderous and mighty.

When I saw Zhen Lihou's head, the audience was as quiet as a mass grave in the middle of the night.

The town left the marquis, dead.

No one thought that there would be a prince and a prince, and he was an old powerhouse like Zhenli Hou, they saw with their own eyes that Su Changqing offended Zhenli Hou when he was a small mansion master, but in such a high-pressure situation, he grew to this point, and finally beheaded the prince under the knife.

Sunan looked at the monk below, threw the head of Zhenli Hou lightly, waved his palm, and with a snap, the head turned into powder and scattered in the air.

Today, Su Changqing finally proved himself, that day in the outer heavens, the insult in front of the White Lord's Palace, the coveting and pressure on Murong Fei, I am afraid that the Hou of Zhenli has thought that he will die in the hands of Su Changqing.

Ye Feifei Pang Guosheng saw the mighty body in mid-air, and the more he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he hadn't seen him for decades, he had grown to this point, and the distance between them and southern Jiangsu was getting farther and farther, fortunately, they met in Weimo, otherwise they might not even have the qualifications to know southern Jiangsu now.

Sunan landed at the gate of the Red Dust Valley, and was about to enter, but several spirits suddenly rushed out and stopped Sunan, these little spirits are like elves, and they can't turn into human forms if they don't cultivate enough, but they are very alert.

"Hey, what are you going to do, don't break into our Red Dust Valley, are you going to marry Xiao Feifei, do you want to get a dowry?"

Sunan laughed and said indifferently, "Marrying Fei Fei is naturally to choose a good and auspicious day, seven days later, on the seventh day of the ninth month, I will marry Fei Fei." ”

After that, Sunan left directly with the sword and went straight to the outer sky.

After Sunan left, the Red Dust Valley instantly became lively, and one began to be busy preparing for the big wedding in seven days, Murong Fei had no father or mother, and had stayed here in the Red Dust Valley for decades, they were Murong Fei's maiden family, and organizing the wedding was a busy affair.

Murong Fei took all this into his eyes, a warm current surged in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and waited patiently.

You really did it.

......

Coming to the gate of the White Lord Palace again, it is different from the past, the White Lord Gate is extremely depressed, only a loyal Wang Hu is left standing guard, and when he sees Sunan again, Wang Hu is also full of emotion in his heart.

"Brother Su, here. ”

"Well, here we are. ”

Wang Hu watched Sunan grow up step by step, when he went to the Danwang Conference, he was still a tomb robber, and later he went to the Thunder Curtain Sky to add fuel to the fire, Zhu Xiandao Qianfu pointed out that he saw with his own eyes, and he grew up in that extremely bad and miserable environment, today's strength and status, he deserves it!

"Where is the White Lord?"

At the mention of the White Lord, Wang Hu sighed, pointed to the mountain behind him, and said helplessly, "Your Excellency is chopping wood, you can go and take a look." ”

"Hmm. ”

Although Sunan is a little inexplicable, but the white lord has an erratic personality, and everything is within a reasonable range, in a place like Tianwaitian, it is not easy to make a mountain, and when he walked to this hill, he saw that the man in white was holding a machete and kept cutting trees.

Tuk Tuk!

It's just an ordinary tree, and it takes more than a dozen hits for the white lord to cut it down, and I don't know why.

Sunan stood behind the white lord for more than a minute before the tree in front of him fell, the white lord smiled, stood up and wiped his sweat, and said softly.

"You're here. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Zhenli Hou is dead?"

"Dead. ”

"Oh. ”

After a few simple questions, the white lord stopped talking, and after cutting down a few more trees, he said quietly, "Recently, I actually realized a set of sword techniques, but unfortunately it is useless, forget it...... Now that the Marquis of Zhenli is dead, you are the new prince, seeing that my dormitory is not there, there is a blank edict on the table that I have stamped, you can write it yourself. ”

After that, the white lord ignored Sunan, and chopped wood by himself, as if he had completely integrated into the mountain and lived a farmer-like life.

Sunan was embarrassed for a moment, the white lord issued such a solemn thing, and let Sunan write it himself, what the lord of the country did was really enough, people are dying and their words are good, knowing that their limit is approaching, whether it is for life practice or the avenue of heaven and earth, the white lord seems to have a lot of different perceptions, Sunan is inconvenient to disturb, and he has no ability to change anything, so he can only do his duty.

Early the next morning, Lord Bai issued an edict to the world, promoting Su Changqing to the rank of prince, rewarding the Twelve Holy Palaces, the Heavenly Mansion outside the sky, and the Marquis of Changqing.

Murong Fei was named the Holy Lord of the Zisheng Palace, and he was given the marriage of the Marquis of Changqing, and the marriage was completed in the main hall of the Changhu Domain on the seventh day of the ninth month.

Originally, the wedding should be held in the Tianwai Tianxin Mansion, but many of Su Changqing and Murong Fei's friends were slightly lower in cultivation, and they couldn't fly with the sword, and the large number of Dapeng birds couldn't pick it up, so they simply went to the Changhu region, and Fang Tianzhao was the master of ceremonies to make arrangements.

When he returned to the Changhu Region, Fang Tianzhao stood in front of Sunan again, and he was really embarrassed in his heart, the little acting city lord who had to rely on his strength to survive was now his top boss.

"See Master Hou!"

Sunan smiled slightly, "Holy Lord Fang doesn't have to be polite, if it wasn't for your favor back then, I wouldn't be able to live to this day, and in the future, the Twelve Roads Holy Palace will be handed over to you to take care of, when I am not there, follow Madame's orders, if Madame is not there, you can make your own decisions." ”

"Yes, Master Hou!"

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