Ye Feng's request so actively made Shang Li's eyes flash.

He patted Ye Feng on the shoulder with his palm stained with apple juice, and said loudly: "Okay, since you ask for this, how can I not agree." However, it is stated in advance that if you participate in the Sword Cultivation Competition of the Ten Southeast Kingdoms, you and He Huan must get the ranking, otherwise you don't participate. ”

While everyone was talking, there were bursts of roaring firecrackers outside the Ye Mansion Gate.

Hearing the marriage team beating gongs and drums to come to Ye Mansion, the people of Hai Wuya stood up.

They came to congratulate Ye Fu on this trip, so naturally there was no reason to sit in the room all the time. Especially Liu Yunfeng, who loves to marry his apprentice, and he, the master, has no reason to sit here.

"Guys, let's go outside. Hai Wuya said with a smile.

Eyes touched Shang Li, Hai Wuya hesitated for a moment, and said, "Senior Shang, you must be very tired when you come all the way here, why don't you take a rest in the room?"

Shang Li's triangular eyes suddenly rolled up, and a trace of anger rose on his face.

He glared at Hai Wuya angrily, and said, "What, Xiaohai, do you think I'm useless? Let me tell you, I've really done it for this witness. ”

With that, Shang Li jumped out with an arrow. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a group of Ye Lan's girlfriends standing in the center of the courtyard.

Looking at the red men and green women all over the yard, the warblers and the swallows, Shang Li immediately forgot his purpose.

He surrounded Ye Lan's best friend, his eyes constantly scanning the chests and buttocks of many girls.

The wedding host hired by the Dugu family was Chen Ling, the great elder of the Lishui Sword Sect, and the Ye family was in charge of contacting Liu Yunfeng, the sect leader of the Huajian Sect.

In the shouts of the two old men, Ye Lan was greeted in the sedan chair for marrying, and rushed to Dugu's house with Dugu Xiaotian and the marrying team.

The real lively place for the wedding is the lobby of Dugu's house. can be due to the fact that Ye Feng's face is much bigger than that of the Dugu family, but many guests have always surrounded the Ye family and refused to disperse.

The delay in the departure of many guests made everyone in the Ye Mansion have to be busy again.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Ye Feng had a rare chance to have leisure and hid in the inner room.

In the center of the inner room, He Huan was still meditating and cultivating on his knees. Even though He Huan sat across from him, he turned a deaf ear.

Seeing He Huan's selfless appearance, Ye Feng couldn't help but envy He Huan from the bottom of his heart.

No matter what happens in the outside world, it seems that it can't stop He Huan's dedication to cultivation, which many people can't do if they want to.

In the courtyard of the Ye Mansion, the tranquility that had just been restored for a short time was suddenly broken by a noisy noise.

Hearing the noise from the outside world, Ye Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he had no choice but to walk out of the living room again.

As soon as he entered the compound, the janitor immediately surrounded him.

The gatekeeper told Ye Feng that there was a guy outside the door who claimed to be Jiang Ziwei, who claimed to challenge Ye Feng.

"Qilin Sword Jiang Ziwei?" Hearing the gatekeeper's narration, Ye Feng was slightly stunned, remembering Jiang Ziwei who was beaten by him in the Zangke Mountains that day.

Thinking that this guy had endured for so long, and he actually came to challenge him again, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash a narrow smile.

"Could it be that this guy felt that the last beating was a little light, and he wanted to come to the door to find a place?" Ye Feng waved his hand to signal the janitor to calm down, and then walked out of the courtyard quickly.

Behind Ye Feng, He Huan quietly followed.

He Huan was carrying unicorn teeth on his back, and his eyes flashed with a fanatical and belligerent color.

From the momentum released by He Huan alone, Ye Feng could feel He Huan's belligerence. Thinking that He Huan wanted to fight in his place, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, and gradually slowed down, letting He Huan walk in front of him.

In front of the Ye Mansion, Jiang Ziwei, who was wearing a blue shirt and tied black hair with a straw rope behind his head, exuded awe-inspiring arrogance.

After half a year of tempering, Jiang Ziwei has become more mature, and his gestures show a confident and calm atmosphere.

Hearing the footsteps in the courtyard, Jiang Ziwei raised his head. His gaze directly crossed He Huan and focused on Ye Feng's face, and Jiang Ziwei's eyes flashed with a cold glint of debut.

"Ye Feng, I want to challenge you. Jiang Ziwei shouted.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to answer, he jumped and pounced straight at Ye Feng.

Facing the emotional Jiang Ziwei, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.

His act of beating Jiang Ziwei that day was indeed a bit excessive. But that was also Jiang Ziwei's own humiliation, if it weren't for his own strength, he would have come to the door inexplicably, how could he be beaten so badly by Ye Feng.

When Jiang Ziwei rushed forward, his body exuded endless coercion. Feeling that his body was not weaker than that of a ninth-level sword master, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise.

This Jiang Ziwei does have some skills, and his talent can be regarded as outstanding, but if he really wants to make Jiang Ziwei compare with himself and He Huan, Jiang Ziwei's cultivation talent can only be regarded as general.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to make a move, He Huan had already taken the lead in pulling out the Qilin Tooth.

The cyan long sword slashed a lightning-like stria in the void, and as soon as it appeared, a surging killing sword intent swept every inch of space on Jiang Ziwei's front side.

"Sword intent!" Feeling the powerful sword intent revealed in He Huan's swordsmanship, Jiang Ziwei's face changed sharply.

He slammed back to the rear with more speed than he had advanced.

"Ye Feng, are you just a coward who only knows how to hide behind the strong man of the Sword King? If so, it is really in vain for me Jiang Ziwei to regard you as the enemy of his life in the past half a year. Forced to retreat with a sword, Jiang Ziwei couldn't help but let out a roar of annoyance.

Seeing that Jiang Ziwei didn't seem convinced, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.

patted He Huan on the shoulder, signaled He Huan to retreat, and then Ye Feng strode forward.

When Jiang Ziwei was still ten meters away, an endless oppressive force suddenly rose from Ye Feng's body.

As this oppressive force tended to become substantial, Jiang Ziwei was shocked and inexplicably found that he had lost the ability to move in an instant.

"Sword intent, Ye Feng actually mastered the sword intent?" Jiang Ziwei's horror could not be described in words.

In the past six months, he has been cultivating without sleep and food, just to be able to defeat Ye Feng with his own hands during the battle, and ride him under him and beat him severely.

But he never expected that in the same half a year, Ye Feng and the white-haired man whose strength was obviously inferior to him that day would all comprehend the sword intent.

"Monster, what kind of monster can break through the bottleneck of such a sword master one after another in just half a year and become a sword king powerhouse.

Thinking of Ye Feng and He Huan, who were both several years younger than him, Jiang Ziwei only felt that everything he saw in front of him had become unreal.

"Defeated, I have been practicing hard for half a year, and I have been defeated again?" Jiang Ziwei couldn't accept such a huge blow, and stood in place in a daze.

Looking at Jiang Ziwei, who was exuding a dead ash aura on his body, Ye Feng smiled helplessly.

Being an enemy with him is the biggest misfortune in Jiang Ziwei's life. Putting aside Jiang Ziwei's arrogance, Ye Feng secretly admired Jiang Ziwei's innate and tireless cultivation character.

"Jiang Ziwei, do you want to become a master of the Sword King? If you want to, join me in the Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition of the Ten Southeast Countries. Ye Feng suddenly spoke.

"The Ten Southeast Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition?" Ye Feng's words made Jiang Ziwei come back to his senses.

When he heard that Ye Feng really wanted him to participate in the Ten Southeast Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition, a look of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

For a sword cultivator who takes the pursuit of the pinnacle of kendo as his own responsibility, nothing is more exciting than improving his strength.

As Jiang Ziwei's identity as a sectless and unsected, it is absolutely impossible to participate in the Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition.

And now, Ye Feng's invitation has undoubtedly made him tempted.

"I can follow you to the Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition, but you have to promise me that one day, when my strength is on par with yours, you will accept my challenge. Jiang Ziwei said confidently.

If you want to become an admirable master, you must have a strong heart that is indomitable and never admitting defeat. Although Jiang Ziwei is arrogant, he has all the potential to become a master, and this is what Ye Feng appreciates the most.

"Okay, I promise you. Ye Fenglang said with a smile.

After saying this, he set his eyes on He Huan and introduced, "Let me introduce, this is He Huan, the first-level peak sword king." From now on, the three of us will compete together in the Ten Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition. ”

As he spoke, Ye Feng stretched out his hand. On Ye Feng's side, He Huan pressed his palm on Ye Feng's palm without hesitation, and seeing He Huan move like this, Jiang Ziwei's face showed a touch of excitement.

Suddenly, he leaned over to Ye Feng and pressed his palm on He Huan's shoulder.

The short-lived farce created by Jiang Ziwei after his appearance added a bit of joy to the wedding, and also made many guests who thought that Ye Feng was relying on the boundless power of the sea to thoroughly understand Ye Feng.

A sword king powerhouse who is less than twenty years old, this is something that has never happened in the history of Yin Shang Kingdom. At this moment, many guests finally understood why the Sect Master of the Four Great Sword Sects, a super powerhouse like Shang Li, would also attach so much importance to Ye Feng.

For the Yin Shang Sword Cultivation Realm, Ye Feng was the hope of all sword cultivators.

Thinking that Ye Feng might break the history of the Yin Shang Kingdom without a Sword Emperor powerhouse in a hundred years in the future, many guests felt their blood surging and their hearts were surging.

The wedding ended on the same day, but many guests refused to disperse.

For those sword cultivators who have the strength of a swordsman or swordsman, it is also good to be able to see Ye Feng and be contaminated with some aura.

And those princes and nobles were even more reluctant to leave, they knew that if Ye Feng could break through one day and become a Sword Emperor powerhouse, then his identity would be more noble than that of the monarch of Yin Shang Kingdom.

On the fifth day after the wedding, Liu Yunfeng took Ye Lan back to the Sword Gate, and Hai Wuya, Chen Ling and the others also returned to the Lishui Sword Sect with Dugu Xiaotian.

Before leaving, the people of Hai Wuya agreed with Ye Feng that they would return to Xianhe Town again in a month, and at that time, they would take Ye Feng, He Huan, and Jiang Ziwei to the Qianyu Country, the most powerful country in the southeast, to participate in the Ten Nations Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition a month and a half later.