Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 224: Sword Demon? It is indeed the Sword Demon
Sword Demon Douluo Feng Yan is a legendary figure in the eyes of those who have not experienced his era.

But after experiencing that legend and miracle, the soul masters who were right before their eyes, the more brilliant they were, the more they could feel a deep despair.

Time seemed to stand still, and Feng Yan passed by her, and she could only watch him make a joking comment about her, and then leave in a carefree manner, without any room for rebuttal.

Now, most of them have become the leaders of a sect, and when they are about to meet that person again, their fanatical worship is in sharp contrast to the young people's.

Fear, despair, lamentation, unwillingness, everything is long gone, and all that remains is peace.

Even though they knew better than the young people that for the free and unrestrained Sword Demon, an arranged marriage was a humiliation for him.

But they just couldn't muster the slightest hint of mockery or ridicule in their hearts.

Some speculated that he would appear calmly and accept an unknown marriage.

Some speculated that he would show up in a rage and ruin the drama he didn't need.

Some people also speculated that he would demonstrate his power as the best in the world in the coolest way.

But no one expected that Feng Yan's appearance would be so unexpected.

He was indeed showing off his strength, but he was neither angry nor calm. Just like many years ago, he still liked to speak with his sword.

"The ninth soul skill, angelic glory!"

"Ninth soul skill, sword edge thousands of feet!"

The sun was blazing, and the six-winged angel, with its thunderous light and scarlet soul ring, charged forward across the sky and earth.

The wind was howling, and there were thousands of sky-blue sharp blades. Five golden patterns evolved into scars of fierce sky, cutting through the heavens and shaking the earth.

Behind the two long whistles, there was an interweaving of green and gold, like a grand fireworks show, celebrating the opening of the wedding ceremony.

The older generation knew without any guessing who that man like the scorching sun was, that it was Qian Daoliu.

Just as it was recorded in "Feng Ping", a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine was also the direct elder of the heroine of the Sword Demon's wedding.

The Sword Demon himself finally showed up. The number one man in the world is still there, and he is still as powerful as ever. This is enough to make the villains surrender and no longer dare to make any unnecessary moves.

It also made friends and disciples of the Fengjian Sect breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone was distracted by this attack, but they could still see the two figures standing on the river surface at some point in time.

The wind fell and the silver threads were floating in the sky. He was still wearing a loose silver robe, standing barefoot in the wind, so beautiful that the heaven and earth were eclipsed.

"I knew it! I knew it must be like this! The Sword Demon's appearance must be so unexpected!"

Seeing this scene, Yan, although not drunk, had a flushed face. His whole body was shaking and he could hardly control himself. He immediately jumped up from his seat.

His teammates and some youngsters weren't much better.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the tables and chairs in front of me would have been overturned.

It wasn't just one person who started it, voices calling out for the Sword Demon came out one after another.

"Sword Demon! Sword Demon!"

Unconsciously, everyone, from a few scattered members to the entire Fengjian Sect, were shouting the name of the Sword Demon in unison.

Fanaticism is the representative word of this moment, which makes Ning Fengzhi, who is familiar with Feng Yan, smile.

In his era, every time Feng Yan appeared, there was such a thunderous scene.

If today wasn't his wedding, I'm afraid a large group of girls would rush forward, some would throw themselves into his arms, some would cover their faces and cry, and the winner might even faint on the spot.

Such a scene is probably incomparable even to that of an emperor.

Sitting outside the hall, Oscar and his companions were all stunned.

Oscar looked at Jiangzhu, his mouth twitching as he asked, "Why doesn't Brother Yan have this kind of popularity?"

Ma Hongjun stood up and took a look at Feng Yan on the river, then shrank back into Dai Mubai's arms, feeling a little scared.

"Yan Feng likes to be in the spotlight, but he really doesn't seem to like this kind of scene. He seems to hide every time and especially likes to act like a fool."

Dai Mubai recalled and commented: "Uh... That's right, he can speak properly, but he prefers to sound fake."

"So why are they so similar, father and son? Aren't they exactly the same?" Ma Hongjun was still very scared, afraid of the day when he would be beaten by 'Yan Feng'.

Hu Liena, who was not far away, also noticed this.

Everyone around her, even Xie Yue, stood up and saluted Feng Yanxing, but Hu Liena didn't seem to be very interested.

After all, the person in her heart is not someone called Feng Yan.

After arriving at Fengjian Sect, she didn't see the person she loved, so drinking in silence naturally became her melancholy mood.

But the moment Hu Liena looked at Feng Yan, she couldn't move her eyes away.

"How can it be so similar?"

After years of living together, Hu Liena is confident that she knows every corner of Yan Feng's body.

But even if they are father and son, they can't be carved from the same mold, right?
It was as if Yan Feng had changed his clothes, stood barefoot on the river, and confronted their Spirit Hall's chief priest.

This outrageous thing of a mother opening an outrageous door for an outrageous woman happened right before her eyes. Hu Liena even wondered if she was crazy.

But the surging energy still reverberates across the sky. The dazzling light of soul power and the pressure of the peerless Douluo are unimaginable and cannot be faked at all.

Hu Liena was not the only one who suspected all this. Ning Rongrong in the hall even had the chicken leg slip from her hand.

The sapphire light representing the activation of the Avalokitesvara Demon Eye flickered in Ning Rongrong's eyes. She also wanted to know what this Sword Demon Douluo was like.

And that silver robe seemed to be the one she bought for Yan Feng when she went to Shrek Academy that year, right?

If the Sword Demon is exactly like Yan Feng, with similar soul power fluctuations, and is wearing clothes he bought, then he...

"Could it be that he has been away from home for many years and has no clothes to wear, so Yan Feng gave it to him?"

Ning Rongrong shook her little head but did not scratch it with her greasy little hands.

She pouted her little lips and waved her little fists, as if she was going to punch Yan Feng twice.

"Yan Feng is the Sword Demon? This is ridiculous. He is obviously a big fool! He can only cover his belly button when he sleeps..."

Ning Rongrong sat back in her original position while mumbling to herself. However, the scene of the angel's glory being chopped into pieces was playing in her mind, and she was lost in some kind of enlightenment.

There are many people like Ning Rongrong, among which Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong are very representative.

Experts know the ins and outs. The battle between peerless Douluo is suddenly powerful and terrifying, but there are also people who can understand it.

Despite their extraordinary talents, they just stood there in a daze on the river bank.

Bibi Dong, who was the first to come to her senses, suddenly found that she was sweating all over.

When Feng Yan entered the Spirit Hall, her realm was still low. Even though the entire Elder Hall was in an uproar, she was still in the shadow of the poison.

When she sees this man again now, Bibi Dong no longer has the same fanatical admiration for him as before, nor does she have the same crazy love for him.

Looking back at what happened back then today, wouldn’t the number one person in the world who brazenly appeared on the scene just slap himself to death?
The fear in Bibi Dong's heart was stronger than anyone else's, yet she was looking forward to this moment more than anyone else.

The only thing she didn't want to see was Feng Yan, as a father, personally killing his only son and his wife, causing them to become enemies.

But, he is about to marry another woman with his only son, does he really care about this?
So Bibi Dong was looking forward to the moment when she would be punished, so that the Rakshasa would not come to the world in her own body and destroy everything she cherished.

But unexpectedly, the first person to appear was not Feng Yan, but Qian Daoliu's tall figure landed in front of Bibi Dong.

"Pope, we should leave now. The White Dragon Sect Master is still waiting for us."

He did nothing?

Bibi Dong looked at Feng Yan in surprise. He was still on the river. He was indeed still there.

It’s not that Feng Yan wanted to show off his style, but he really had exhausted his soul power.

It is not difficult to use the Wuxiang Gong to evolve the ninth soul skill. With the refraction camouflage of the Wind King's Order on the line, the aura of the nine soul rings and the soul rings of the ferocious beasts can also be disguised.

Qian Daoliu agreed to perform this scene, and the actor who played opposite him was in place.

It would be much easier if the old con man personally took action and used his ninth soul skill to prove that Feng Yan was indeed Feng Yan.

But the only difficulty is that the result of the collision of skills cannot be faked.

In other words, Feng Yan must use a considerable degree of power to counter Qian Daoliu's ninth soul skill in order to perform this play well.

Even with the Avalokitesvara Demon Eye, which was enough to break through the Thousand Flows of Angel Glory, Feng Yan's soul power was still not enough to support a peerless Douluo to perform the ninth soul skill.

So the key lies in whether Qian Daoliu is willing to serve as Feng Yan's power bank in this process.

That is to say, use Bei Ming Divine Art to absorb Qian Daoliu's soul power and use it to offset Qian Daoliu's angel glory.

Otherwise, Qian Daoliu would have been so angry when Feng Yan brought up this matter.

This means that Qian Daoliu not only has to cooperate with Feng Yan in the performance, but to put it bluntly, he also has to fight himself.

If other people knew about this, where would Qian Daoliu put his face?
But is the con man a selfless and dedicated philanthropist?
Apparently he isn't.

In general, Qian Daoliu did not fully recharge Feng Yan. To put it bluntly, Feng Yan was now forcing his legs not to tremble, and was standing on the wind with his own soul power.

After Qian Daoliu took the people from the Spirit Hall away, Feng Yan was still staring at Qian Renxue who had her head tilted.

This scene was so full of love between a man and a woman that countless women who admired the Sword Demon were heartbroken.

If they knew what Qian Renxue was thinking, they would probably go even crazier.

"Is this Sword Demon Douluo? He looks exactly like Xiaoyan...but he's not as handsome as Xiaoyan!"

Then Qian Renxue stared at Feng Yan in a daze. She was now waiting for her 'little brother Yan' to come and run away together.

It's so exciting to run away from the number one man in the world, Sword Demon Douluo!
But when his grandfather and mother, along with the elders of the Spirit Hall, crossed the river and headed to the main hall of the Fengjian Sect, nothing happened.

At this time, Qian Renxue had already been looked at with blessing smiles and gazes by the elders before they left. When she was the only one left wearing her wedding dress, facing the protagonist of the wedding, Qian Renxue finally panicked.

What’s even more terrifying is that the Sword Demon actually floated over after everyone left.

Qian Renxue: Why did you leave me alone?! Shouldn't there be some etiquette?!
But there was no point in being afraid. The Sword Demon's speed of walking on the wind was very slow, just like an ordinary soul master, but he was getting closer step by step.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips and watched the scene through her veil.

She wanted to run, but she didn't dare to move an inch.

After all, how could he possibly run away from the number one man in the world?
Until he finally came close to her and Qian Renxue could even see every pore on the face of the most handsome man in the world, she did not dare to move at all.

She just watched as the Sword Demon stretched out his hand, as if to hold her in his grip.

But just when Qian Renxue subconsciously wanted to close her eyes and shrink her head to avoid it, the Sword Demon actually winked at her?

Qian Renxue slowly typed a question mark, but then froze in place.

The Sword Demon also looked very anxious. He glanced at himself and stretched out his hand, as if to signal himself to hold his hand?
But why?
Qian Renxue even opened her mouth slightly under the veil, with a look of confusion and astonishment.

Thinking that she wouldn't die if she held it for a while, Qian Renxue stretched out her hand tremblingly.

The Sword Demon seemed to be really anxious, and actually took the initiative to hold the hand, even though he did it very naturally, as if he was really holding his wife's hand.

But the moment he held her, Qian Renxue's soul power rushed out of her body, and then she realized something was wrong.

"...Xiao Yan?"

There are many ways to prove a person's identity. Among them, the most distinctive sign of "Yan Feng" is naturally the mark of divine power on his heart.

Qian Renxue had no idea how many times he had played tricks on her with this thing, and he used it as an excuse every time, so it was absolutely impossible for Qian Renxue to admit her mistake.

"It's me." Feng Yan said, and of course he did not deny the truth.

The soul power of the Qian family's angels is quite good. When Old Qian comes once, Qian Renxue will replenish it. Wouldn't that mean they have a lot of divine power imprints?

Feng Yan was not so opposed to this wedding at this moment. It was a rare opportunity to solve such a large problem. He not only tricked the con man but also got the beauty. He felt so relieved.

Qian Renxue was stunned by all this. "No, Xiaoyan, how could you fight with Grandpa? And am I not going to marry the Sword Demon? How could it be you?"

"What? It's always been me, aren't you happy?"

"No, no, no! My sister is so happy!"

Qian Renxue's excitement was beyond words, and her eyes turned red in an instant.

No wonder 'Xiaoyan' was not in a hurry and kept talking about going home.

It turns out that the person she was going to marry was never the Sword Demon Douluo, and all this was just a play performed by her grandfather and "Xiaoyan".

As for the audience, it is naturally the dear Pope.

Apart from her, no one else is worth making such a fuss.

As for why, who cares? As long as I can be Xiaoyan's wife, everything is fine!

"Xiao Yan, have you run out of soul power? I don't have any advantages, but I have a lot of soul power! Enough!"

"Uh…"

Originally, Feng Yan wanted to recover more, but after hearing Qian Renxue's words and seeing that she was about to pat her chest, he quickly stopped.

"No... no need, let's go quickly, there are still a lot of complicated etiquette to go through..."

"Okay then~"

Everyone saw Feng Yan holding Qian Renxue's hand.

At this moment, the azure wind and the golden holy light blended together in such harmony.

They came against the wind, crossed the river and landed on the other side.

At this moment, the cheers for the Sword Demon stopped, and the proud soul masters lowered their proud heads in front of the number one man in the world.

Under the gaze of countless people, they walked step by step towards the main hall of Fengjian Sect.

Wherever he passed, people on the roadside would bow to the Sword Demon and offer their blessings.

The surging soul power was caused by Ye Wuying and the flying sword. Everything between heaven and earth seemed to be celebrating for them.

(End of this chapter)