Nie Bingyan and Commander Yan talked as they walked, and He Wuxian followed behind the two, maintaining a distance of more than a thousand zhang. 800book[800]

In this way, he was not discovered, but also heard a lot of news about Mu Zichen.

Nie Bingyan and Yan can swagger out of the Wushuang Palace.

But He Wuxian could only 'touch' the outside of the palace, quietly broke through the formation shield and left.

After leaving the Wushuang Palace, Nie Bingyan and Commander Yan stood at the big 'gate' to talk, and they were still 'handing' tasks with the Jinjia 'attendants' and guards.

He Wuxian hid in the dark and eavesdropped for a while, and found that there was no useful news, so he turned around and left.

When he had just flown away ten miles away, Nie Bingyan also said goodbye to Commander Yan and left the Wushuang Palace.

Although it was ten miles away, under the light of the dark light, she still saw He Wuxi's back.

Although it was only a glimpse, He Wuxi's figure disappeared into the sea of clouds.

But Nie Bingyan's face changed sharply, her body stood stiffly in the sea of clouds, and her eyes were full of doubt.

"That figure seems familiar, what's going on?"

Nie Bingyan frowned, racking her brains to recall, but she couldn't remember any clues.

She didn't understand why the figure looked familiar.

But she faintly had a bad premonition, and her heart was 'clouded' with a layer of 'yin'.

After a long time, she suppressed the doubts and worries that were surging in her heart, and muttered in a low voice.

"Maybe today's incident makes me a little suspicious, right?"

After comforting herself, Nie Bingyan turned around and left, disappearing into the night.

A quarter of an hour later, He Wuxian returned to the back 'flower' garden of the main hall.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and the dinner was about to end.

Many of the guests left and returned to their rooms to rest.

Xue Tianjiao and Fu Yuankang were complimented by many second-rate 'sect' people, and they were already slightly drunk after drinking all night.

As for the head of the sect, Du Xuanji never 'showed up' all night, probably drinking with those Martial Emperor Supremes and giants of various factions.

Seeing that He Wuxian returned, Xue Tianjiao asked a few questions, but he made up some excuses to prevaricate.

Then the three of them left the 'flower' garden and flew to live in the courtyard of a certain hanging mountain, and rested.

All night long, the city was jubilant and festive.

He Wuxian had no sleep, and sat on the 'bed' couch for a long time.

His eyes looked through the window lattice, looking at the stars in the night sky, and his expression was very complicated.

Before you know it, the night has passed, and soon the sky is bright.

Today is the eighteenth day of the lunar month, and Lu Feiyang, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, will marry Mu Zichen, the holy 'daughter' of the Peerless City. [To see the latest chapters of this book, please go to 800 (.800book)]

Early in the morning, the city is lively and noisy, and you can see the festive scene of lights everywhere.

When the morning sun rose, Du Xuanji took He Wuxian, Fu Yuankang, and Xue Tianjiao to the main hall of Wushuang City.

Last night's banquet was in the 'flower' garden behind the main hall, but today's ceremony was on the main 'gate' square of the main hall.

The solemn and majestic main hall is particularly brilliant in the golden light of the morning sun.

There is a wide open space outside the main 'gate' of the main hall, and there are ninety-nine steps under the empty ground.

And under the steps, there is a huge square with a radius of ten miles.

When He Wuxian and the others arrived, thousands of people had already gathered in the square.

These people are all the top martial arts powerhouses in the Zhongzhou Continent.

Most of them are the powerhouses of the major martial arts holy lands, the four major gods and the 'gates' of the second-rate sects.

Everyone stood in the square, gathered in groups of three or five, whispering and discussing.

In the middle of the square there is a straight and wide avenue that leads to the large 'gate' of the main hall.

Du Xuanji, He Wuxian and the others walked across the avenue under the gaze of thousands of people, and came to the position closest to the steps to stand still.

Everyone in the square was smiling and discussing the marriage story.

He Wuxian stood quietly in the crowd, secretly looking at the situation around him.

In front of him, there were more than thirty gold-armored 'squires' lined up on both sides of the steps, with majestic faces.

His eyes swept over those golden-armored 'squires', probing the strength of those people.

Before you know it, a quarter of an hour has passed.

At this moment, the sky suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums and festive music.

The thousands of people in the square immediately stopped talking and looked up at the sky in unison.

I saw that in the sky ten miles away, a group of people were flying towards the main hall.

There were more than thirty people in that team, and all of them were masters above the realm of the Martial King.

Everyone was dressed in red, and it was very festive.

Thirty-six martial arts masters, or holding musical instruments, gongs, drums, and beating, or holding huge red 'color' plaques.

At the head of the team was a kind-looking middle-aged man, like a housekeeper.

And the core character of the team is a young man who is full of energy and grandeur.

He wore a red wedding robe, a groom's hat, and a red ribbon and a red flower hanging from his chest.

He was seven feet tall and tall and tall.

The face is like a crown of 'jade', sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looks handsome, and he is a talent.

He was about thirty years old, and he exuded the aura of a powerful man in the world.

He is the groom official, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Lu Feiyang!

Lu Feiyang rode a winged flame Pegasus, like a god who came out of a myth, and his spirit was flying.

He sat on Pegasus' with his head held high, his chest high, and he had a satisfying smile on his face.

Thousands of people in the square applauded and cheered in unison, looking at the procession.

But Du Xuanji and the others watched quietly, secretly watching Lu Feiyang.

He Wuxian also stared at Lu Feiyang, silently.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a hint of anger in his eyes.

Du Xuanji, Xue Tianjiao, and Fu Yuankang did not applaud and cheer because they had noble statuses and would not be so 'excited'.

Du Xuanji found that He Wuxian's face was different, so he frowned and asked secretly.

"No hatred, today is the day of great joy for the marriage between the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Peerless City, but you are frowning, it seems that there is something in your heart, why?"

He Wuxian sneered in his heart, but he didn't 'show' his voice and 'color', he just said an irrelevant word.

"In charge, the disciple is ashamed of the sect' 'door', if there is a chance in the future, the disciple will definitely be the liver and brain of this 'door', and then try to repay the favor. ”

"Huh?" Du Xuanji's face changed, and his eyes suddenly became deep, staring at He Wuxi.

"Why?"

He Wuxian closed his mouth and didn't answer, his eyes drooped, and his fists in the sleeves of his robe were secretly clenched.

He felt a little guilty about Du Xuanji and the Immortal Sect, but he couldn't say it yet.

Seeing that he was silent, Du Xuanji's eyes were solemn for a moment, but he didn't ask any more.

Moments later, the procession landed on the square of the main hall.

In the noisy and joyful atmosphere of gongs and drums, Lu Feiyang, who had an extraordinary appearance, jumped off the bloody heavenly horse and stepped on the avenue to the 'door' of the main hall.

He walked at the front of the line, followed by the middle-aged butler, and behind him were thirty-six musicians and disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were carrying the dowry.

When Lu Feiyang stepped on the ninety-nine steps and walked to the 'door' of the main hall, the sound of gongs, drums and trumpets also sounded in the main hall.

A group of more than 20 'women' wearing red 'color' robes walked out of the main hall.

This is the send-off procession of Wushuang City, with more than 20 'female' disciples, either playing music or carrying dowries.

And Mu Zichen, the holy 'woman' of Wushuang City, also appeared for the first time in front of the world's martial arts powerhouses.

She was wearing a bright red 'colored' wedding robe, covered with a red hijab, and was helped out of the main hall by Nie Bingyan and came to the platform to stand still.

The welcoming team and the sending off team meet at the 'door' of the main hall.

The two teams turned side by side, facing the thousands of warriors in the square.

Teng Qingyun, the deputy city lord of Wushuang City, appeared on the stage, gave an opening speech with a smile on his face, and welcomed many guests to watch the ceremony.

Next, the middle-aged housekeeper who followed Lu Feiyang spoke, and also said a set of festive compliments.

He Wuxian had no interest in these, he only cared about Mu Zichen.

From the moment Mu Zichen appeared, He Wuxian stared at her, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through her red hijab.

Mu Zichen, who was dressed in a big red robe, was still the same as he was back then, with a delicate figure and a temperament like a hollow valley.

It's just that she lowered her head and didn't say a word, and was tightly supported by Nie Bingyan, who seemed to resist this qiē very much.

And what He Wuxian didn't notice was that at the same time as setting off a monstrous 'wave' in his heart.

There was another man who was more shocked and frightened than he was.

Nie Bingyan!

Nie Bingyan stood at the 'door' of the main hall, next to Mu Zichen's side.

Her eyes swept over the crowd, and she immediately saw a familiar face at the front of the crowd.

"What a familiar figure! That face is also familiar!"

Nie Bingyan was stunned, and the back she saw last night came to her mind.

After thinking for a moment in her mind and searching in her memory for a while, Nie Bingyan's eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of horror.

"Why no hate?"

She muttered in shock, the scene from two years ago in her mind.

"This figure and face, body shape, demeanor and temperament are all exactly the same!"

"Is it really He Wuxian! He actually came to Wushuang City?"

Recalling the firm eyes and words of He Wuxian when she took Mu Zichen away, Nie Bingyan's heart suddenly tightened.

In any case, she couldn't believe it was true.

"Impossible! How could a master of martial arts be born in such a poor countryside as the Qingyuan Country in the Eastern Wilderness?"

"Why don't you hate that kind of ant-like horn 'color', how can you come to Zhongzhou and enter Wushuang City?"

"This is never true!"

In her eyes, He Wuxian was just a toad who wanted to eat the 'meat' of a swan.

She never expected that the toad-like weak person back then would now be able to come to Wushuang City.

Not only that, Nie Bingyan also saw that the people around He Wuhate were Du Xuanji, the head of the Immortal Sect.

She immediately realized that He Wuxian was already the chief disciple of the Immortal Sect.

She was horrified and couldn't believe it.

No matter how much she didn't believe it, it was already a fact.

In particular, He Wuxian's eyes moved away from Mu Zichen, and when he looked at Nie Bingyan, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer.

At that moment, seeing his sneering expression on his face, Nie Bingyan was almost suffocated with nervousness.

She immediately recalled the firm words and eyes of He Wuxian back then.

She has absolute reason to believe that why he comes to Wushuang City without hatred is by no means as simple as watching the ceremony.

"Kissing?!"

The thought popped into her mind, and her heart thumped.