―― The beginning of the chapter - >

The arrival of Tianfu undoubtedly made the atmosphere of Forgetful Peak a lot more restless.

Qixuanfeng warmly received Pu Shijie and other Tianfu disciples, and let them arrive at the area corresponding to several major sects such as the Sword Sect, the Heavenly Array Sect, and the Xuanyuan Sect.

Approaching noon, the foreign guests of Forget Love Peak have approached more than 20,000 people. There are countless large and small sect forces.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the funeral of the head of the sect, but it is so grand.

All the characters who have a little face in Tianluo Prefecture are basically here, but everyone is present, and the Five Poison Sect, one of the seven major sects, does not appear here.

The grievances between the Five Poison Sect and the Seven Xuanfeng Sects are well known, and the two major sects have hated each other for hundreds of years. Now that Qixuanfeng has lost a master, the happiest one is naturally the Five Poison Sect. I'm afraid that they will all celebrate behind their backs, and there is a chance that they will not come here.

Even if they came, they all came to see Qixuanfeng jokes. When the time comes, once the situation cannot be controlled, it is difficult to say that there will be no fighting.

"Bang Bang ......"

The sky-shattering salute unleashed a rain of colorful smoke in the void.

At this moment, there was a majestic immensity in the sky. Everyone looked up one after another, only to see six brilliant streamers across the sky, and then flashed down to the stone platform in the center of the square.

The momentum of the six figures was extremely strong, and the spatial airflow in the entire square was violently driven, and a layer of invisible-like qi waves spread out towards the surroundings, and a faint coercion made everyone's hearts stunned.

"Greetings to the six masters of the sect ......"

"Boom!"

The appearance of the six masters suddenly set off a high agitation in the square. Most of their faces showed a look of sincere awe.

Han Chen followed everyone's gaze and looked at the six people, five of whom they had met when they were fighting for the Sect Martial Arts. They are all ......

Mulong Peak, the wind is in charge.

The earth dust peak, the dust is good.

Ling Jiefeng, the Void Palm Sect.

Lonely Crane Peak, where the mound is in charge.

Xingyan Peak, Yao Chong Zhangjiao.

When Hanchen saw the black-shirted old man standing at the front, he was stunned. Where have I seen it before?

It was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, with a beard on his chin, and he had the air of a fairy wind and bones. It is the head of Qixuanfeng, Yebo.

Where have you really seen it?

Hanchen's brows were tightly locked, and his deep eyes were full of confusion. But for a while, I couldn't remember it.

"What's wrong with you?" Xue Xi sensed Hanchen's abnormality, and asked softly, with a little concern between her eyebrows.

Hanchen came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

At the same time, everyone in the audience, including Tianfu, Sword Sect, Xuanyuan Gate and other foreign guests. They all clasped their hands into fists, bowed slightly, and said in unison.

"I have seen all the masters of Qixuanfeng, may you be in charge of the sect and change smoothly, and may Liang Yuqiong be in charge of the sect all the way......"

The neat voice echoed from the Forgetful Peak, and the momentum was like a tide, seeping into the hearts of everyone.

The six masters glanced at each other, and they all sighed softly, and their faces were all a little gloomy.

The Great Palm Sect Yebo stepped forward and waved his hand slightly, his voice low but powerful. "This is a thing to be sorry for, and I am very grateful to you for being able to come to Qixuan Peak to send Liang Zhangjiao on his last journey. ”

When Yebo said this, his eyes couldn't help but search for something in the crowd. However, he didn't seem to find the figure he was looking for.

After a simple and solemn speech, the deacon master of ceremonies in charge of the funeral announced the beginning of the funeral.

"When the time comes, the funeral is about to begin, please send Liang Zhangjiao on the last ......"

"Bang Bang ......"

The brilliant cannon salute presents a colorful world, and the rain of flowers falls from the sky.

The six masters separated one after another, standing on both sides of the stone platform, separated by nearly a hundred meters in the middle. The Great Elder and the Second Elder also stood below the head of the sect one after another. Then there are the core disciples, the inner sect disciples, and the outstanding high-level disciples of the sect.

The top managers and disciples of the Seven Xuan Peaks fought separately and stood opposite each other. A straight walkway with a width of nearly 100 meters is formed, and directly above it is the stone platform where the coffin is placed.

Hanchen accompanied Xuexi to stand with several core disciples and inner sect disciples. And Wang Zhaoyi and Wu Ling are standing in the ranks of high-level disciples, relatively behind.

Looking at the coffin in the middle of the hundred flowers, Xuexi's eyes couldn't help but gush out a trace of mist.

Abruptly, Xuexi's jade hand was held by a warm palm. Xuexi's heart trembled, her beautiful eyes lifted lightly, and she was greeted by a pair of clean and dark eyes, in which she showed encouragement.

"Don't worry too much, it'll be fine. Hanchen said comfortingly.

"Hmm!" Xue Xi nodded slightly, and the jade hand unconsciously grasped Han Chen's palm.

This scene happened to be seen by Yang Dingjie not far away, Yang Dingjie, who liked Xuexi, had a trace of coldness in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel jealous.

......

"The funeral begins, please send Liang Zhangjiao away in turn!"

The deacon's words fell, and the atmosphere in the square became faintly gloomy and sad.

The first to step forward was the team of Tianfu, under the leadership of Pu Shijie, more than a dozen geniuses of Tianfu walked into the aisle lined up by the high-level leaders of the Seven Xuan Peaks, and headed towards the stone platform in the middle.

A group of flowers piled up, thousands of people sent each other, and the scene was unusually grand.

"Thank you for the send-off from our friends in heaven!" shouted the deacon master of ceremonies.

Pu Shijie and the other geniuses stopped ten meters away from the stone platform, and then bowed their heads slightly in a reverent manner, and performed courtesy.

After doing these simple things, Tianfu's team went out of a walkway that was vacated on the left and returned to their original position.

"Thank you for the send-off from the friends of the Sword Sect!"

After the Tianfu team, the next team was the Sword Sect team led by Luo Qiang. is also the same as Pu Shijie and others, after practicing etiquette, they retreated.

Bidding farewell to the head of Qixuanfeng, it is naturally the most pious and solemn disciple of this sect. Although many people from other sects are just putting on a show, they will not be stingy with their sincerity on this occasion.

"Thank you Xuanyuan Men friends for sending you off!"

The team of Xuanyuan Gate walked towards the stone platform, and when they walked in front of Hanchen, Ye Xiaoke subconsciously cast a strange look at Hanchen.

Hanchen was stunned at first, and his face faintly revealed a little strange. This weirdness naturally originated from Ye Weini, he never thought that the sister that Ye Xiaoke occasionally talked about in the past would be Ye Weini.

And Ye Weini, who was walking in front, did not squint and did not notice the cold in the crowd. I don't know what kind of scene it will be when the two see each other.

As time passed, the Puppet Sect, the Heavenly Array Sect, the Ziyang Palace, the Yuan Shi Sect and other forces all arrived in front of the stone platform in 66 succession to salute.

The funeral is slowly coming to an end, and the originally noisy atmosphere is gradually becoming much more gloomy.

The feelings of the Seven Xuanfeng Sects, Elders, Core Disciples and others were immersed in the low tide. The mood of everyone is all regretful for this.

"Bang Bang ......"

After two rounds of salutes, at this moment, there was a sudden deep exclamation from the welcoming deacon at the foot of the mountain.

"Wanxiong Prefecture, Five Elements Pavilion Master, Wen Lei, here!"

"Boom!"

In the sky, there was a thunderbolt from the sky. Everyone's hearts shook violently. The six masters of the Seven Xuan Peaks couldn't help but raise their eyelids, and their brows opened.

Thousands of pairs of eyes swept to the same location.

Hanchen could clearly feel that Xuexi's delicate body was trembling slightly, and the strength of holding his palm was also a little greater. Not only Xuexi, but all the disciples of Qixuan Peak were all moved at this moment.

Wen Lei, a name that everyone in Qixuan Peak is familiar with.

The youngest head of Qixuan Peak was also the hottest and most admired dazzling star in Tianluo Prefecture at the beginning.

He's coming?

The air of Forgetful Peak seemed to be frozen, and in the eyes of tens of thousands of people, a cold and majestic middle-aged man slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

The man's face is like a crown of jade, gentle and elegant, and his eyebrows reveal a natural heroic spirit. While giving people an approachable feeling, there is also a hint of vague domineering power, "It's really him!" Hanchen's face also changed, his hands were clenched, and his eyes were full of surprise.

This Wen Lei is not the man who gave the painting to himself on the giant boat in the Chaotic Demon Sea. No wonder he is so familiar with the affairs of Qixuanfeng, and the three stones are Lei.

Hanchen's inner thoughts have been confirmed, and now he can explain why Sanshi gave him a painting for no reason on the giant boat.

The audience was silent, and only the slightest whisper could be heard.

"It's really Wen Lei, he hasn't changed at all from back then. ”

......

Wen Lei came alone, his steady and mature face was full of gloom, and his deep eyes had pain and sadness that could not be concealed.

Wen Lei didn't say hello to anyone, nor did he look at anyone. His eyes were firmly fixed on the coffin surrounded by flowers, and at this moment, in his eyes, only the stone platform was left.

Wen Lei walked towards the stone platform step by step, and every step he took was extremely heavy.

Wen Lei never stopped, and when he walked to the edge of the stone platform, he stepped forward again. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, he climbed the stone platform. Walk through the flowers and walk to the coffin.

"Why?" Wen Lei's voice was dry, and he slowly stretched out his palm and gently placed it on the coffin lid, his movements were gentle as if he was caressing his beloved's cheek.

"Joan'er, I'm back. ”

Wen Lei's tone was like drizzle, his eyes closed deeply, and then opened them again, and then slowly leaned down and lowered his head in the shocked eyes of countless people, and gently kissed the cold coffin.

Ten years of life and death, a kiss affectionate ...... - the end of the chapter - >

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