In the past, Mu Zichen only felt that Lu Feiyang was hypocritical and a hypocrite. 800book[800]。 For more up-to-date chapters, visit wèn:щw.

But hearing those words outside the big 'gate' just now made her see clearly that Lu Feiyang was a real despicable villain.

Lu Feiyang actually used her life and death to blackmail He Wuxian.

But she knew that He Wuxian had a deep affection for her, and maybe she would really make compromises, kneel down and kowtow to apologize.

Even Teng Qingyun and Emperor Mu Chenhuang thought that Lu Feiyang's approach was very inappropriate, and their perception of him instantly fell to the extreme.

Lu Feiyang did this, not only despicable, but also refuted Emperor Mu Chen's face, and did not take him in his eyes at all.

But Emperor Mu Chen's face did not change his 'color', and his cold eyes fell on Nie Bingyan.

"Take the Holy Lady back. ”

The simple five words were like a thousand pounds, which made Nie Bingyan breathless and trembling.

She had dissuaded her many times before, not allowing Mu Zichen to enter the main hall, but she couldn't persuade her.

Now seeing that Emperor Mu Chen was angry, she was even more terrified, and hurriedly pulled Mu Zichen to leave.

But where is Mu Zichen willing to go?

She angrily broke free of Nie Bingyan's hand, came to the center of the main hall, stood beside He Wuxian, and said to Emperor Muchen.

"Lord Mu, although you are my biological father and keep saying that it is for my good, you have never considered my feelings and listened to my thoughts. ”

"Now I tell you, if I have a choice, I would rather be a princess of a secular country, and fly with He Wuxi, rather than be a holy 'daughter' in Wushuang City, I have never been a rare saint 'daughter'!"

"No matter what reason you have, I will never marry Lu Feiyang, a despicable villain, if you still want to be aggressive, it will be a big deal. ”

Mu Zichen, who has always been lively and lovely, has never been so decisive as today.

In order not to marry Lu Feiyang, she would rather die.

As soon as these words came out, Emperor Mu Chen's face suddenly changed drastically, his heart ached faintly, and his fists in the sleeves of his robe were secretly clenched.

He is the unparalleled city lord, the supreme martial emperor of the Xuanhuang world, and has won the admiration and worship of hundreds of millions of warriors, but he cannot win the respect and recognition of his own 'daughter'.

This is undoubtedly the most ironic and saddest thing in the world.

He Wuxian stretched out his arm, took Mu Zichen into his arms, and said with a gentle smile: "Fool, don't say anything about whether you will die or not, with me, you will not die." ”

"Hmph!" Lu Feiyang saw that the two of them were intimate, angry, and snorted with a sneer on his face.

"Why don't you hate, you want to protect Mu Zichen just because you are a waste? Can you enter the Heavenly Demon Temple? Can you find the Pure Yang Fire God Clothes?"

"Hmph! This young master's patience is limited, and finally give you a chance to kneel down and kowtow to apologize, otherwise Mu Zichen will wait to die!"

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed again.

Mu Zichen glared at Lu Feiyang angrily, and the cold light in his eyes could almost kill.

He Wuxian smiled, his eyes looked at Lu Feiyang, who was close to him, and his eyes seemed to be looking stupid|' Force' the same.

"Hahahaha......"

The laughter was earth-shattering, and the eaves of the house trembled slightly, making everyone inexplicable.

"Lu Feiyang, you probably think that you are the only martial artist who has mastered the power of space for countless years, so you are complacent about this, right?"

"You dare to bargain with the Lord of Mu City and ask for a large number of spiritual weapons and exercises, so arrogant, is it because of this?"

Lu Feiyang sneered disdainfully and raised his head. "Nonsense! This young master is talented, with the power of space, it is a rare physique for hundreds of thousands of years, of course, proud. How can a waste like you understand the power and future of this young master?"

"Hahaha...... It's really funny. He Wuxian suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, pointing to Lu Feiyang and laughing forward and backward.

"Isn't it just the power of space? just let you be a brute and be proud of this 'force'!"

"Is the power of space very powerful? I'm sorry, but Young Master Ben has it too!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Not only Teng Qingyun's face changed drastically, but even Emperor Mu Chen and Du Xuanji, the two supremes of the Martial Emperor, also frowned, and their faces were full of different 'colors'.

A martial artist with the power of space is a space spirit, how rare it is.

In the millions of years of history of the Xuanhuang World, there have only been three spatial spirits.

And now, not only Lu Feiyang has a spatial spirit body, but He Wuxian actually has it, it's incredible!

Lu Feiyang was stunned, and after being stunned for a long time, he suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hahahaha...... Why don't you hate, I think you're mad, aren't you? Or you've been kicked in the brain by a donkey! You're obviously a fire-based martial artist......

Lu Feiyang's words stopped abruptly halfway, and the mocking expression on his face froze.

I saw that the blood flame wings behind He Wuxian suddenly exuded a blazing white 'color' brilliance.

The blazing white light enveloped him, and in an instant, it crossed a distance of a hundred zhang and appeared at the entrance of the big 'gate' out of thin air.

Lu Feiyang was dumbfounded, completely stunned, speechless for a while, unable to say a word.

His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, staring at He Wuxian, his forehead was bulging, and his sideburns were dripping with sweat.

Emperor Mu Chen, Du Xuanji, and Teng Qingyun also widened their eyes and stood up with a shocked face.

The difference is that Emperor Mu Chenhuang and Teng Qingyun are full of incredulity, while Du Xuanji is full of joy and excitement.

Even Mu Zichen opened his mouth in surprise, looked at He Wuxian incredulously, and was stunned for a while.

The hall was silent, and even the falling needles could be heard clearly.

He Wuxian stood at the entrance of the big 'gate', his hands crossed in front of his 'chest', squinted at Lu Feiyang, and pouted disdainfully: "Grandson, will your uncle be, will your uncle will?"

Lu Feiyang was speechless, his face turned iron-blue, and his whole body trembled with anger.

However, he is a spatial spirit, and he can clearly sense that the white light used by He Wuxian is the power of space.

But he was silent for a while, and once again glared at He Wuxian with disdain on his face and said, "Hmph, you're not a spatial spirit body, but just borrowing a spirit weapon to teleport." With the distance you teleported, it is impossible to enter the Heavenly Demon Temple. ”

He Wuxian immediately smiled, looked at Lu Feiyang with disdain, and said, "Yo, grandson is still not convinced, is he? Okay, Uncle will open your eyes today." ”

"Grandson, keep your eyes open. ”

When the words fell, He Wuxian silently recited the 'door' of space in his heart.

He swiped his hands in front of him, and suddenly his palms flashed with endless white light, condensing a white 'colored' spatial 'door' in front of him.

"Straight ahead, fifty miles. ”

While meditating in his heart, he raised his foot and stepped into the 'door' of space.

"Wow!"

The white light flashed, and the 'door' of the space and He Wuxian's figure disappeared at the same time.

Almost at the same time, his figure appeared out of thin air in the sky outside the main hall, more than eight thousand zhang away.

Du Xuanji and Emperor Mu Chen are both the supreme emperors of martial arts, and their divine sense can explore a radius of a hundred miles, so they naturally saw He Wuxi's figure.

And Lu Feiyang is only a third-level martial emperor, and his divine sense can only shroud for thirty miles, and he can't see He Wuxian at all.

His figure swept out of the main hall in a flash, standing outside the big 'gate', looking at the sky in the distance.

When he saw He Wuxian's figure in the sky in the distance, the whole person was stupid.

At this time, he really had nothing to say, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the whole person was on the verge of storming.

It didn't take long for He Wuxian to return to the main hall and look at Lu Feiyang with a smile.

"How about grandson, have you opened your eyes?"

Lu Feiyang was angry and vomited blood, like an angry lion, eager to draw his sword on the spot and kill He Wuxian.

However, Du Xuanji was present, and he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Emperor Xuanji Wu again.

Now, Lu Feiyang had nothing to say, and Mu Zichen's face was full of surprise and joy.

Even Teng Qingyun and Emperor Mu Chen, looking at He Wuxian, their eyes were much gentler.

As for Du Xuanji, he was even more smiling, with a posture of being a bamboo in his chest, and his eyes were full of satisfaction when he looked at He Wuji.

"With this demon disciple, why can't the Immortal Sect rise?"

He Wuxian 'exposed' his hands, and successfully made Lu Feiyang die down, and saw Lu Feiyang ashamed and angry|' The appearance of death is also the tightness of happiness in the heart.

But the matter was not over yet, he stepped to the center of the main hall and bowed to Emperor Muchen.

"City Lord Mu, now that the matter has come to this, the junior believes that you should also make a decision in your heart. ”

"We don't say secret words, please forgive the younger generation for being bold and outspoken, the younger generation hereby implores you to take back your destiny and let the holy 'daughter' marry the younger generation instead. ”

"In terms of qualifications, the junior is eighteen years old this year, and he is already a ninth-level martial king, surpassing Lu Feiyang only in the blink of an eye. In terms of status and status, Lu Feiyang is the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the junior is the chief disciple of the Immortal Sect, which is no worse than him. ”

"Moreover, you let Zichen marry Lu Feiyang, just to get the Pure Yang Fire God Clothes and save Zichen's life. Facts have proven that Lu Feiyang can do it, and the younger generations can do it too, and they will do it better than him. ”

"Not only that, if you let Zi Chen marry the junior, the juniors will not ask for any resources such as the heaven and earth spirit veins, spiritual weapons, and exercises of the Wushuang City. That's all for the juniors, I believe that Lord Mu will make the right choice. ”

Hearing He Wuxian talk eloquently, Du Xuanji frequently bowed his head and seemed extremely satisfied.

These well-founded words are indeed convincing, and even Teng Qingyun nodded secretly.

Emperor Mu Chen stared at He Wuxian with burning eyes, and the scales in his heart were already tilting towards him.

Obviously, He Wuxian was extremely valued by Du Xuanji, and his future achievements were bound to be limitless, and it was only a matter of time before he surpassed Lu Feiyang.

On the premise of being able to save Mu Zichen's 'life', the marriage between Wushuang City and the Immortal Sect does not need to cede the spiritual veins of heaven and earth and give away cultivation resources, which is also an excellent thing for Wushuang City.

Even if you are a fool, you know that the benefits of choosing to marry He Wuxian are greater.

Of course, Emperor Mu Chen also thought so, the reason why he was still hesitating and 'groaning' was thinking about how to 'communicate' with the Heavenly Sword Sect.

After all, revoking the marriage with the Heavenly Sword Sect and marrying the Immortal Sect instead is a treacherous thing, and it will offend the Heavenly Sword Sect to death.

Lu Feiyang also panicked, his eyes glared at He Wuxian with resentment, and he shouted hoarsely: "City Lord Mu, don't listen to He Wuxian's slander!"

"With this waste, the strength of the ninth-level Martial King, even if he can enter the Heavenly Demon Temple, he will definitely die without a place to be buried, let alone find the Pure Yang Fire God Clothes. ”