5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 140 I want to take her away, who dares to stop me!

Looking at the figure shrouded in clouds and mist, Ye Qingrou's eyes flickered a little in a daze.

Her sweetheart really came to marry her stepping on the clouds.

Is this a dream, or is it real?

Ye Qingrou couldn't control her emotions, her breathing became disordered, and she stared at the man in the robe.

When the two looked at each other, the greeter shouted loudly: "Feixian Mountain, the sword master is here."

"What! Sword Master?"

The guests of all the major forces present changed their expressions.

The sword master is the leader of Feixian Mountain. He actually came to attend the wedding in person?

"No way, even Feixian Mountain is here? And the sword master came here in person. This, this Vientiane Sect's face is too great."

All the men and women stared and exclaimed.

No one doubts the identity of the sword master. Long robes and half-face masks are the signature features of the sword master, and no one in this world dares to imitate them.

The ones who were most surprised were Deng Wenyuan and Deng Mao's father and son. They looked at each other with surprised expressions.

They didn't invite the sword master of Feixian Mountain, because the strength gap between Vientiane Sect and Feixian Mountain is too big, and they can't get friendship at all.

After a brief surprise, Deng Mao, the head of the Wanxiang Sect, hurried up to greet him, and respectfully invited Jiang Ling to be the chief.

Jiang Ling stood firmly at the door, ignoring Deng Mao.

Ye Qingrou looked at him absent-mindedly, her eyes turned red, as if she had a weakness in an instant, as if something she had been insisting on collapsed in an instant, and a stretched string broke.

Is that you, Jiangling, is that you?

Ye Qingrou didn't dare to speak, fearing that the man opposite her was not the one she expected.

She couldn't afford to lose anymore, the grandma who cared about her the most in the world had passed away, the only person she cared about was Jiang Ling, she really couldn't afford to lose.

Jiang Ling also stared at her in a daze, hating himself for not being strong enough, it took so long just to get revenge and build power, which made her suffer.

Seeing that Jiang Ling was silent, Deng Mao on the other side didn't dare to say anything, and secretly waved his hand to his son Deng Wenyuan, signaling the wedding to continue.

It's a good time, no matter what the sword master is here for, but others don't know, this is a good opportunity to increase the influence of the Wanxiang sect!

Deng Mao, the head of the Wanxiang Sect, laughed secretly in his heart, thinking that God was helping him. When he needed to improve the status of the Wanxiang Sect, he sent the sword master to suppress the field.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he looked at his son, the more pleasing to his eyes, but this time, thanks to his wedding, the Wanxiang Sect had the chance to become the number one sect in the south of the Yangtze River!

"Then invite the sword master to watch my son's wedding."

Deng Mao said respectfully.

When Ye Qingrou heard this, her face turned pale.

Isn't it Jiang Ling? It's a man named Sword Master. Could it be that I misunderstood it?

But at this time, melodious music was playing at the wedding ceremony, and the good time had come, and the couple were about to pay their last respects.

"I don't pray, I can't say goodbye to you. I have to wait for him. He said he would come back to me, so I have to wait for him."

Ye Qingrou's eyes changed, her heart was bitter, the hope that had just been raised was shattered just like that, the person wearing the mask was not the person she was waiting for.

"Wow."

The audience was boiling, and Deng Mao, who was still immersed in the excitement just now, was stunned on the spot.

Deng Wenyuan was also stunned for a moment, then his face darkened: "Do you want to die?"

How could he step down if he did this in front of so many people?Destroyed the Vientiane Gate plan.

"Dead? It doesn't matter. Even if I die, I still have to wait for him. If he doesn't come today, he will come one day. I have to wait for him to become a ghost after I die."

Ye Qingrou gave a bitter smile, she figured it out, death is death.

"Wait for him?" Deng Wenyuan's face was grim, "You can wait until the fart, who will come, who dares to barge in?"

"Who do you expect to snatch the marriage? Who dare to come and take you away? This is the Vientiane Gate!"

With a gloomy tone, he shouted loudly: "I'll see who dares to take you away and who dares to come."

The audience was silent, and people from all major forces were overwhelmed by Deng Wenyuan's aura, and no one dared to say anything.

For a moment, only Ye Qingrou's helpless panting was left in the huge hall.

She clenched her fists, her vision blurred, and she felt so helpless.

"Tap."

Just then, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence.

Jiang Ling slowly walked up to Ye Qingrou, ignoring everyone in the audience, and stretched out a hand to her.

Ye Qingrou was stunned when she saw the palm in front of her, and looked up.

For an instant, time seemed to stand still.

Her eyes kept changing, her emotions had never been so complicated, she stared blankly at Jiang Ling stretching out his hand timidly, not daring to hold him.

"Snapped."

Jiang Ling grasped her hesitant palm and said softly, "Let's go."

The moment she turned around, Ye Qingrou's tear glands collapsed, and her soul trembled violently.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, no one expected that Jiang Ling would make such a move.

This, anyone with a discerning eye can see, is snatching a kiss!

The Young Sect Master of Wanxiang Sect was full of shock and astonishment, staring at Jiang Ling in astonishment, hesitating for a while before gritted his teeth and said softly: "Stop, Sword Master, what are you doing?"

All the guests in the venue were paying close attention, and this question was also a doubt in everyone's mind.

Facing the gaze of the audience, Jiang Ling said calmly, "She is my woman."

"Wow."

As soon as the voice fell, a soaring noise broke out in the hall.

Ye Qing couldn't help being tender, panting heavily, his vision blurred.

This voice was him, it was Jiang Ling.

"Sorry, I'm late." Jiang Ling looked at her deeply.

Deng Wenyuan's eyes changed wildly. Could it be that the person she has been waiting for is the sword master of Feixian Mountain?how is this possible!

The head of the Vientiane Sect's complexion was even more ugly, what a slap in the face!
He thought Jiang Ling was here to attend the wedding, but he didn't expect that he was here to snatch the marriage.

The father and son looked at each other and immediately reached an agreement.

This matter is related to the reputation of the Vientiane Sect, even if it is the sword master, he has to do it.

"Put people down, or don't blame us for being rude. Where do you think this is? This is not Feixian Mountain, but my Vientiane Gate."

Deng Wenyuan let out a low cry, and a majestic murderous aura surged out, surrounding Jiangling.

The faces of the people in the hall changed drastically, and they ran out quickly, watching from a long distance away.

With a sound of "哗啦", a group of Wanxiang Sect disciples rushed from all directions and surrounded Jiang Ling and Ye Qingrou.

Ye Qingrou had never experienced this kind of occasion, and she held Jiang Ling's hand tightly in panic.

Deng Mao's tone was low: "Sword Master, our Wanxiang Sect is not one of those low-level forces. Just a guardian formation can seal the Nascent Soul Stage. I advise you not to mess around."

It's not that he has no choice, and he doesn't want to fight with the sword master, but the other party has grabbed a kiss and slapped him in the face in front of everyone. Are they going to swallow it?
"Om."

Everyone mobilized their spiritual power at the same time, and a strong aura immediately blocked the audience.

In addition, a formation was activated from the outside, and an invisible barrier completely blocked the escape route.

"It's still too late for you to put her down now." The young sect master Deng Wenyuan shouted coldly, the golden core in the sea of ​​consciousness was spinning rapidly, and the coercion of the great completion of the core was undoubtedly revealed.

"I want to take her away, who dares to stop me!"

Jiang Ling didn't emit any breath or coercion, but just uttering these words, the aura filled the audience.

Even the father and son Deng Mao and Deng Wenyuan felt palpitations.

The silence in the field lasted for more than ten seconds, and Deng Mao was the first to react, and shouted: "Do it!"

With an order, a dark mass of people flocked to Jiangling.

"Ah." Ye Qingrou exclaimed subconsciously.

"What to do, we can't escape." She was pale and at a loss.

"Don't be afraid," Jiang Ling smiled at her, "Just follow me and keep going, and you will be able to get out."

Said, Jiang Ling took her hand and walked forward.

Just when the crowd was about to touch Jiang Ling, black shadows emerged from Jiang Ling's side strangely, without saying a word, they joined hands to repel everyone, clearing a spacious road for him.

"Who are these black shadows? They are so strong! Each one is at the alchemy stage, and they can hide and appear at will. They are simply born killers!"

Both Deng Mao and his son's pupils constricted.

Jiang Ling didn't move, and led Ye Qingrou out of the hall.

The dark stream of people also poured out of the hall, but they still couldn't break through the black shadow's defense line.

"With the formation, don't even try to escape!"

Deng Mao shouted coldly.

"What is a formation? There seems to be a golden cover in front." Ye Qingrou's face was full of panic.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a layer of foam."

Jiang Ling smiled.

The next moment, a soaring sword energy condensed out of thin air, and the sword pierced through the sky and earth, brutally smashing the barrier of the formation.

In an instant, the barrier shattered and turned into a sky full of light and shadow, which looked like a large piece of foam under the sunlight.

"Are these bubbles pretty?"

"Well, pretty."

(End of this chapter)