Wu Zhuangyuan's wedding, under the special action of the Xuanyuan royal family, the entire royal city was full of lights and celebrations. The gates of the city in the four directions were completely opened, and the cultivators poured into the ancient city, and the streets were flooded, and the royal city fell into the most prosperous city in hundreds of years.

The cultivators in the ancient kingdom gathered, and in order to ensure the stability of the royal city, the Xuanyuan royal family specially dispatched tens of thousands of guards. On the makeshift platform in every street, there was a golden-armored warrior with a stern expression, his eyes like eagles condescendingly scanning the cultivators below, discovering any abnormalities and resolutely cracking down on them.

The newly built Martial Champion Mansion obviously couldn't accommodate too many cultivators, and in desperation, the Xuanyuan royal family moved the wedding celebration to the central square. The central square in a radius of thousands of feet was already crowded, and the Xuanyuan royal family initially estimated that there were more than 200,000 cultivators, which was definitely a major event in the ancient kingdom.

In a cultivator's long life, apart from boring cultivation and necessary training, there is actually not too much fun, and playing with a momentary interest will eventually lead to a feeling of boredom. And the martial arts wedding under the opportunity is bound to become the fun of cultivators.

On the high platform in the middle of the central square, a bright red cashmere carpet is laid, and eight chairs sit on top of the eight heavenly kings, representing the power of the Xuanyuan royal family and the elders of the newlyweds. And the officiant of the wedding ceremony was the first dean of the Shenwu Academy, an old man with gray hair.

This old man who has survived for many years is just because he has a dark disease. And he has never had the opportunity to enter the realm of God Kings, but what makes him quite proud is that he has taught many Heaven and Earth God Kings, and Sima Yan is half of his disciples.

A generation of newcomers replaced the old, in this ancient martial arts cultivation world where there were endless talents, he gradually withdrew from the field of vision of cultivators when he was old, however, it was precisely because of the Shenwu Academy standing behind him that no one dared to despise him, even King Xuanyuan treated him with courtesy. Don't dare to hold it up.

The First Dean of the Secret Identity. There is too much divine aura on his head, but it is still the first time in his life to preside over the wedding ceremony. From his slightly throbbing beard, it is not difficult to notice. His state of mind was unstable. After all. Sima Yan, who was originally considered a poor woman, was deceived for many years, but now she is about to be placed on the end of a political marriage. Therefore, he has mixed feelings in his heart.

Collecting his complicated thoughts, the First Dean slowly glanced at the dense cultivators below, and the voice he spit out spread far away with internal energy: "Fellow monks, I would like to welcome you all on behalf of Wu Zhuangyuan and the Eight Heavenly Kings...... The auspicious time is approaching, and Murong Jiu and Sima Yan are invited. ”

"Uhh......h

Immediately after the voice of the First Dean, a terrible crow crow burst into the silent central square. A black crow the size of ten zhang swept the wind and clouds, and quickly swooped down from the Nine Heavens Void, and the target was the first dean on the high platform.

The sudden change surprised the cultivators in the entire central square, and many people thought that today's martial arts wedding would definitely not go smoothly, but everyone did not expect that the change would come so quickly.

In the face of the sudden incident, the reaction of the guards in the square was not unfast, and the five god-king guards shook the iron chains, and the five iron cables were like five poisonous snakes to bind the crows that pounced. However, the crow flapped its wings wildly, and its suddenly accelerated body dodged the entanglement of the iron chain, and the arrow went straight down, changing its trajectory slightly, and it crashed to death on the high platform.

Just ten zhang in front of the First Dean, the crow's body was shattered, and the crimson blood trickled out, and the huge force of the collision caused the entire high platform to shake for a while.

The gaze of the Eight Heavenly Kings was awe-inspiring, and with their knowledge and eyesight, they could easily see that the reason why this crow was able to evade the lock of the five god kings was because of a layer of mysterious power covering the surface of its body. And it crashed to death on the high platform because it was recognized as having performed the art of soul service.

What a stealthy means, such a powerful unknown manipulator. The Eight Heavenly Kings did not doubt that the cultivators who controlled the crows were only higher than each of them.

The cultivators in the square were in an uproar, and a crow crashed to death on the high platform of the wedding ceremony, does this indicate that Wu Zhuangyuan's wedding has entered an unexpected change?

Murong Jiu and Sima Yan, who were dressed in big red robes, had already appeared on the high platform. The bright red cashmere carpet and the pitch-black crow carcass are a stark contrast. On Murong Jiu's dark blue face, the flames in his two eyes couldn't stop beating, and the unknown black hand sent out a naked force destruction, who was not angry?

However, Sima Yan, who had an indifferent face, did not show annoyance, on the contrary, her shining eyes seemed to be flashing with curiosity and inquiry, perhaps for this marriage, her enthusiastic mood had already become more and more cold.

The sword popped out of its scabbard an inch, and a cold killing aura suddenly scattered out from the square, and the black-clothed killer ruthlessly spread his body and appeared on the high platform.

In another direction, a benevolent man dressed in white also flew to the high platform.

The killer in black and the benevolent man in white, these two diametrically opposed young people, after a hundred years of tempering, they have their own characteristics.

Specializing in the ruthlessness of the way of killing, his face is cold, his eyes are cold, and he does not contain any human warmth. As for the strange feelings of cultivating the secret of benevolence, he is more like a warm wind of benevolence, full of infinite tolerance like fraternity.

With such a famous cultivation world, two young people with opposite temperaments, they must have a deep meaning when they appeared on the high platform, and the cultivators in the square were quiet for a while, waiting for the development of the situation.

Ruthlessness and strangeness should be incompatible, but on this high platform, they once again stood on the same front for the same purpose, and the two pairs of eyes stared directly at Murong Jiu.

The ruthlessness that has always replaced words with actions spit out a ruthless voice in front of the public for the first time, and there was a cold and bone-chilling meaning in his voice: "You are not Murong Jiu. ”

The ruthless sword is unsheathed, and the sword roars to the sky. Ruthlessly waving his arm, the ruthless sword burst out with a hundred zhang sword rays, carrying Sen Sen's killing aura, and slashed towards Murong Jiu's head.

The killer is ruthless, ruthless, and arrogant in temperament. In the cultivation world, he is only famous for not smiling, as well as killing by force that exterminates human nature, absolutely decisive!

The cold sword rainbow slashed straight down, and the strong murderous aura that materialized made Murong Jiu's pupils shrink extremely. There is no time to justify. A jet-black stick suddenly appeared in his hand, and he raised it to fight back.

Rumble...... The sword slashed at the black wooden stick, and the strong wind overflowed, spreading towards the central square...... The crow's corpse was torn apart with great force. Being completely crushed, Murong Jiu suddenly felt a chilling force rushing towards him. His body took three steps back uncontrollably. The wedding robe on his body was torn apart in an instant.

Murong Jiu was repelled by a sword, which did not mean that the ruthless strength would definitely defeat him, but the ruthlessness was unexpected; It was also this decisive killing sword that made the spectators pay more attention to his ruthless words - "You are not Murong Jiu. ”

The groom's person on the high platform was not Murong Jiu? The ruthless words were like a hurricane blowing across the central square, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were in an uproar and discussing, with a ruthless temperament, he would never be untargeted, but who could pretend to be the champion of the world's martial arts?

The boiling voices filled the square, pointing the finger at the identity of the groom, and the scene entered a state of chaos for the first time, and the guards of the square, who had received hints from the Eight Heavenly Kings, did not stop it. In the same situation, the ruthless words also aroused the curiosity of the Eight Heavenly Kings for a while, Murong Jiu is not Murong Jiu, who is that?

Whoosh ...... A young man flew to the high platform, and the newly promoted Eight Little Heavenly Kings in the cultivation world stood in a row with Murong Jiu, and one by one the young powerhouses proved with practical actions that Murong Jiu on the high platform was the martial champion in the cultivation world, and no one pretended to be him.

And the other young people, Huoyun, Huoyun's wife Wang Hongyuan, Rongqing, Ruoqing, and the confident handsome young man Gong Zhen, these five young people showed different colors and became a wait-and-see posture.

It's not that the five of them don't trust Murong Jiu, but the ruthless words do make people have more doubts, after a hundred years of tempering in the cultivation world, everyone has faded away from the confusion of the year, and in the cultivation world, different identities and statuses make them have a helpless "sophistication" about some things, and they are no longer blind and unscrupulous.

The atmosphere on the huge high platform was grim, ruthless and strange stood in a row, Huoyun and the other five people gathered together, Murong Jiu and the eight little heavenly kings gathered together, the first dean and Sima Yan were together, and on the edge of the high platform, the outsiders of the eight heavenly kings such as King Xuanyuan generally watched coldly.

The atmosphere on the high platform was strange, and a wedding ceremony was all due to the sentence "You are not Murong Jiu", and there were branches, and the cultivators in the square gradually settled down, waiting for how the situation would develop.

"Two monks, how can you see that he is not Murong Jiu?"

The first dean of the officiating marriage walked into the middle of the crowd, and he spoke out to relieve the tension. For the groom in front of him, he is Murong Jiu, the first dean has no doubt, but he is old and refined, he will not express his personal opinions, who is right and wrong, everyone expresses their opinions.

A benevolent smile hung on his cheeks, and the strange feeling gave people an infinite sense of tolerance and justice, and he grinned, making the first dean like a spring breeze, but his words made the old man's beard tremble.

"Feeling. ”

Just relying on his feelings, can he forcefully declare in public that Murong Jiu is not Murong Jiu? The old man rolled his eyes and retreated back to Sima Yan's side speechlessly.

The word "feeling" spread throughout the entire central square, and the cultivators were in an uproar again, without sufficient evidence, the judgment made based on the feeling was after all, and after all, it lacked convincing power. Although some people will absolutely believe in feelings, in the real cultivation world, without evidence, it will only be arbitrary speculation after all.

Some of the onlookers laughed, some pondered, and the square was in a second wave of disorder. After all, the onlookers belong to the bystanders, but Sima Yan, one of the parties involved, fell into spiritual contemplation because of these two words, as if spiritual light flashed in the spirit, and fragments of the past appeared one by one.

"Haha...... Ruthless and strange, you have been famous in the cultivation world for many years, and today you are openly hurting my family affairs in public, and the sentence of 'feeling' obviously cannot convince everyone. I Murong Jiuxing does not change my name, I don't change my surname, half a year ago, I decided to be the champion of martial arts, thanks to the importance of King Xuanyuan, I have today's family affairs, if I am not me, who else can be me?

Murong Jiu's face was not good, and his eyes looked coldly at ruthlessness and strangeness. At the moment when he has achieved great achievements, but he has been doubted and slandered by his old friends, I am afraid that such kindness and affection will not last long!

With some kind of grievance and indignation, Murong Jiu made a loud noise, and his voice echoed throughout the square, as if to show his anger and sadness.

The cultivation world is sinister and abnormal, and after reaching a certain level of strength, it is understandable to attach itself to a certain force, or establish its own power. The times make heroes. It doesn't matter if it's temperament. is still interested, after all, its cultivators still live in the great environment of heaven and earth, and make certain changes to themselves according to the environment, but this cannot but be called a wise man.

Murong Jiu paid more and more attention to fame and fortune. This is in the cultivation world that is becoming more and more chaotic. It's a survival strategy. So far. His words of indignation won the approval of many people-he can be angry and arrogant, because he is Murong Jiu. Be the champion of the world!

The sound of clapping sounded in the square, and the applause containing internal strength was crisp and loud, just like Murong Jiu's angry words, which were affirmed and praised from the bottom of the heart by a certain cultivator, but then a voice made the onlookers sigh for a while:

"Whether Murong Jiu will change his name or not, whether he will change his surname or not, this matter may only God know, but Murong Jiu is Murong Jiu, you are you, how can you and him be confused?"

A young man in a straw hat dressed in a silver-white samurai suit rose from the crowd, he stepped in the void, his feet stepped on lightning footwork, his body ascended the high platform as swiftly as a lightning bolt that distorted space, he wore a straw hat, and his cheeks were covered with a layer of unreal dreaminess.

"Mixed River Dragon. ”

Huoyun stared at the straw hat young man steadily, and Huoyun was not too surprised by his appearance, just because of the familiar feeling suppressed in his heart, Huoyun was sure that the mixed river dragon must be related to Murong Jiu, which was also the main factor for Huoyun and the others to distrust the groom.

"Hehe, everyone's here. The fate of heaven and earth, the fate of gathering in the royal city, this fate of heaven and earth, is unstoppable. ”

Mingjianglong grinned, the corners of his mouth appeared, raising a confident and lazy meaning, he clasped his hands into fists, and bowed to everyone, that free and uninhibited overflowing.

Murong Jiu's identity was questioned again, and the cultivators in the square couldn't help but be curious and inquisitive about this mysterious young man, and the chaos gradually calmed down.

The eyes of the Eight Heavenly Kings were blazing, and with their strength, they could not see through the dreamy aura on the cheeks of the Mixed River Dragon, so it could only show that either the strength of the Mixed River Dragon was too deep, or the straw hat was too evil.

Wu Zhuangyuan's wedding ceremony was full of twists and turns, and it had already departed from the purpose of festivities, but the Eight Heavenly Kings did not make any moves, in their opinion, the Wu Zhuangyuan who won the decisive victory in the entire cultivation world should naturally have a strong ability to stand alone, they did not interfere, and the power was completely handed over to Murong Jiu.

Whether it is ruthless, strange, or tolerant, like, or even Sima Yan, everyone on the high platform looks at Chaojianglong, and they have a familiar feeling that is difficult to describe, but that feeling is blocked by a dreamy atmosphere, which makes people unable to grasp and see through.

When he saw Gong Zhen, he said "what a beautiful son"; when he saw Rong Qing, Ruoqing, and Wang Hongyuan, he opened his mouth and shouted, "What a handsome little girl"; when he saw the first dean with a beard hanging down his chest, he grinned and spit out, "You are not dead, old man"; and for Murong Jiu, he said clearly, "You are very unusual".

Laughing between his hands, turning around and making jokes, the head of the mixed river wears a straw hat, showing a full maverick personality. For a time, the entire high platform was filled with a different atmosphere.

"Who are you, disturbing my marriage, and hiding your head and showing your tail, and don't you think that you have lost sight?"

Murong Jiu's eyes were burning with flames, in today's big wedding period, his identity was questioned one after another, who wouldn't be angry with such an act of disrupting the wedding ceremony?

"Ha, Murong Jiu, don't you have a guess in your heart about who I am? Yes, I am the person you guessed in your heart, and I'm back. The corners of Chaojiang Long's mouth twitched, and a playful smile appeared, he took off his straw hat and shook his hand towards Murong Jiu.

Like a high-speed spinning killing weapon, the straw hat flashed with cold light like a golden wheel, and shot towards Murong Jiu's cheek with a loud roar, and when he dodged sideways, he easily cut off a strand of his long hair.

Wow...... Everyone was in an uproar, and the central square was boiling again, not because Murong Jiu was defeated by someone with one move, but because after Mingjiang Long took off his straw hat, his appearance was exactly the same as Murong Jiu's, with all the same facial features and cheeks.

One of the two Murong Jiu must be fake! Such an accident happened at the lively wedding ceremony, and the cultivators of good deeds were all enthusiastic.

At the same time, on the same high platform, two Murong Jiu were shocked, and the real and false Murong Jiu must have collided with fierce sparks!

Taking off the straw hat, Mingjiang Long revealed his true face, his flamboyant personality and free and easy temperament, who would Murong Jiu be? The wind suddenly rose on the high platform, he showed lightning footwork, quickly pounced forward, and danced wildly with his fists and feet, blasting out waves of fists and feet, like an overwhelming energy shock wave, and knocked Murong Jiu in front of him three feet away.

The figure suddenly flipped back, and the mixed river dragon returned to the same place one by one, he carried his hands behind his back, his body was straight, and a pair of starry eyes in the blink scattered Dao essence light, and a powerful heroic aura permeated his body. For a moment, the central square was silent, and the image of the mixed river dragon gave people the feeling of a treasure knife, not the sharp energy of the sharp edge, but the treasure of the treasure overflowing.

"Are you really Murong Jiu?"

Huoyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he blinked and stared at Chaojiang Long's cheek. Although the young man in front of him should be Murong Jiu, whether it is personality, interests, or behavioral habits, they are all the same, but there is still a dreamy feeling that cannot be seen through in the hearts of everyone. Huoyun feels like this, ruthless, strange, tolerant, Ruoqing, Sima Yan, and Gong Zhen also have this feeling.

"Nonsense, he can be called Murong Jiu like that, why can't I be called Murong Jiu if I have this face?"

Huoyun's big eyes widened, and his body stepped back, Damn, this face of yours, do you still use it to say that you are Murong Jiu, and your brain is rusty and teases you?

"Boy, you pretended to be me, and you actually married my apprentice openly, no matter who you are, you will die today!" Mixed Jianglong stared at Murong Jiu angrily, he gritted his teeth and hated to come forward and bite him to death, but when he turned his head to look at Sima Yan, the words he spit out were ridiculous: "Little girl, don't worry, I am the real ninth brother, when I beat him to death, I will marry you." ”

On her beautiful face, Sima Yan's eyes were full of wisdom, and she looked at Murong Jiu and Mingjiang Long one by one, and her spiritual thinking became clearer and clearer...... She had seen through the secrets, but she was silent and did not say anything, believing that the outcome would soon be decided.

Murong Jiu's eyes were about to erupt into flames, and the bewitching young man revealed a secret, he pretended to be himself, framed himself, and openly molested his wife, which was unbearable.

But before he could jump up and scold, the eight little heavenly kings jumped out all of a sudden, pointed at the nose of the mixed river dragon, and scolded: "Where did the demon come from, he is full of demonic energy, and he also confuses the public with demonic words." Murong Jiu is the martial champion appointed by King Xuanyuan, how can there be a mistake, what is your intention to disturb the royal city?"

Wow, brought out King Xuanyuan, how could I be afraid of you...... The eyes of the Mixed River Dragon suddenly froze, and the energy around his body suddenly reversed like a whirlwind, and the battle was about to break out...... But the change in the next moment made his movements stagnate. (To be continued......)