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Chapter 427

“Anyone from the Fang clan?”.

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes and looked over there.

I saw an old man wearing a black python robe slowly walking towards the main square. The old man in the python robe walked swiftly. The most attractive thing was his exposed hands.

The dry skin was covered with wrinkles, but such a pair of eagle-claw-like palms gave people a deterrent that should not be underestimated.

Mr. Wu and Lin Tian are both masters of martial arts. They looked at each other, and they were both able to see them in detail;

“The skill of the elders of the Fang clan is not easy!”

Fang Kaige waved his hand;

“Little friend Murong is very polite. I heard that Fang Jiuran is a direct blood of our Fang clan. Although he is the heir of the sinner of Fang Huajiu, I don’t know why for the sake of Nine Heavens Xunxian Pavilion. Embarrass her”.

Hearing this, Murong’s face remained silent.

My heart secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Kaige’s words also proved his own guess in disguise.

The sisters Fang Jiu Ran and Fang Ying’an were indeed from the Fang clan, one of the four big clans.

The four great clans can surpass the eight great families and twelve great families.

Not only is the wealth of these four big clans worse, but also because many politicians in China come from these four big clans.

If you can win over this Fang clan to support yourself.

Murong Tian’s position in the Nine Heavens Xunxian Pavilion will also rise sharply.

“Hahaha, listen to what Elder Fang said, we are still in-laws! Hahahahaha”.

Once again chatted with Fang Kaige enthusiastically for a while.

Murong Tian glanced at the time, and it was almost time.

Looking at the big square, thousands of people’s eyes and attention are on himself, Murongtian’s vanity is bursting;

“Everyone, thank you for coming to my Murongtian’s wedding ceremony today.”

After that, Murong Tian directly greeted the disciples of Jiutian Xunxian Pavilion and erected a high platform in the middle of the large square.

With the spotlight on, Murong Tian’s straight posture directly attracted the attention of the audience.

Murong Tian waved his hand; “Let’s get started.”

The voice fell, and the audience was quiet for a moment.

Thousands of disciples in Jiutianxunxian Pavilion sat cross-legged around the high platform, looking from a distance, fluttering in white clothes, really felt like a martial arts sect.

The rhythm of their breathing is consistent with each other.

With the breeze blowing, wisps of bluish-blue true air continued to emerge around the bluestone slab.

This is a performance that Murong Tian has prepared long ago.

The true energy of those disciples slowly flowed into the bottom, rushing towards Murongtian in all directions, Murongtian smiled slightly;

“This is my nine-day search for immortal pavilion thousands of people in a consistent infuriating formation.”

After that, Murong Tian made a move with the palm of his hand, and these infuriating energy actually gathered in the void and turned into a small formation.

Many guests applauded one after another, calling out wonderful!

Anyone who knows a little about the Nine Heavens Searching for the Immortal Pavilion knows that the practice of the disciples in the Immortal Pavilion is the same.

To control the innocence of others in the same vein requires quite deep background, and Murong Tian’s performance now has a sense of power.

Even Lin Tian and Mr. Wu had their eyes condensed;

“This kid is really strong. It is not only the fluctuation of the realm in the early days of Wonderland, but also the ability to control such a large number of disciples in one breath to cooperate.”

“Sure enough, he is a super genius who was born out of Nine Heavens Xunxian Pavilion.”

Under the guidance of Murong Tian, ​​the true energy of thousands of people turned into a white phoenix form.

This is the form of Zhenqi, the privileged method of the fairyland masters under normal circumstances.

The show was huge, and many audiences who watched it were mesmerized.

The white phoenix fell back to the ground.

Those zhenqi slowly dissipated, and Murong Tian’s face was also a little more rosy, and it was a pressure and challenge for him to control such a huge zhenqi formation in one breath.

However, the performance was successfully completed.

The audience suddenly burst into applause.

“good!”.

“Great”.

“Pavilion Master Murong Tian has profound martial arts strength, and there may be the potential to aspire to the spiritual realm in the future!”.

Murong Tian chuckled lightly;

“Everyone, according to my Xunxian Pavilion rules, within a stick of incense, I can accept the challenge of any guest.”

“This is also a kind of self-verification, proving that I have the ability to protect my wife.”

“Haha, are there any friends who practice martial arts who want to come up and have a discussion?”.

This link is also a step that has been prepared long ago.

Just now Liwei, the guests in the audience are not fools at this moment, they are just going through the process of the wedding ceremony, who really rushed to fight Murong Tian with nothing wrong?

Isn’t that smashing the scene?

Murong Tian also knew the result, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.

Finger flicked a piece of sandalwood and it burned slowly.

This time there is calmness, and there are many politicians who nodded secretly.

What a son of Tianjiao!

Thousands of Xunxiange disciples also stood up one after another, closed their eyes tightly, and breathed in the same way again.

Time passed by every minute…

Mr. Wu seemed a little anxious, but Lin Tian shook his head, it is impossible for Fang Chen to miss this battle.

But after so long, Fang Chen couldn’t get to the top of this thousand peaks?

That’s not just nonsense, it’s a joke.

That column of sandalwood had burned to the end, only one tenth of it remained.

Murongtian cast his eyes down and glanced at him, feeling happy.

The face is calm, sitting cross-legged as if an old monk enters concentration.

This step is a necessary process for the Nine Heavens Xunxian Pavilion Wedding Ceremony, and it is useless for him to worry.

Over there, there was a burst of exclamation.

The red sedan chair was carried over, and everyone knew that the bride was in the sedan chair.

After a while.

Fang Jiuran walked out surrounded by many maids and waited beside the high platform.

She wears a white head cover, and her exquisite body is hidden by the white skirt.

Rao is so, but also attracted the attention of many people.

“Ugh”.

Fang Jiuran sighed softly, although he didn’t want Fang Chen to appear at the wedding ceremony to grab the marriage, rationally told her that if Fang Chen appeared, he would inevitably kill himself.

But she still had some expectations in her heart.

But this expectation gradually faded over time.

“That fool, there is no impulse this time…”.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ancient bronze bell rang, it was a countdown to auspicious time.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Murong Tian licked his lips and looked at the sandalwood in front of him, which was about to burn out completely.

The smile in his eyes grew stronger.

The wide square was quiet and silent, and the sun slowly climbed to the top.

It’s noon.

At a certain moment, there was a sudden faint sound of footsteps coming from the bluestone steps at the foot of the mountain.

Calm and powerful.

“Someone walked up to Qianjue Peak on foot!?”.

Suddenly, the exclamation of a white-clothed disciple in Xunxian Pavilion in Nine Heavens rang out, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Oh my god! Nine thousand seven hundred and sixty-six steps!

Hiking up to Qianjue Peak was also called ascending ladder by the disciples of Jiutianxunxian Pavilion.

today! Someone actually climbed the ladder on foot! ?

The small-scale commotion over there did not affect Murong Tian.

“It’s good time…”.

There was a matchmaker who suddenly shook the ancient bronze bell, and Murong Tian slowly got up.

But he hasn’t waited for him to act.

clatter.

clatter.

clatter.

The steady footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the footing is not light or heavy, but it gives people a sense of rhythm and firmness.

Lin Tian’s eyes condensed as he watched the banquet;

“coming……”.

Hum——

Click–

This is the sound of the bluestone brick breaking on the ground, and the figure in the fiery red costume finally ascended the last bluestone slab step.

Then the silver spear in his hand was inserted into the ground.

Suddenly sounded.

It completely attracted the attention of everyone on this huge and quiet square.

The silver spear reflected the sunlight, making the young man standing on the top of the cliff particularly dazzling.

The dazzling luster fell.

There was an old voice over there and asked;

“Who is here? Today is the day of great rejoicing for my disciple Murongtian from the Nine Heavens Xunxian Pavilion. Isn’t it possible that you have come to make trouble with a weapon in your hand?”.

A group of Xunxian Pavilion disciples also projected that line of sight, staring at the young shadow unkindly.

Murong Tian turned his head to look, almost crushing his teeth, his voice almost squeezed out of his teeth.

“Fang Chen…”.

The young man with a silver gun sneered.

Glancing at Murong Tian on the high platform, staring at him calmly, and then faintly replied;

“Yes, I just came to make trouble.”

Wow!

The words came out.

Seated Mr. Zheng gave a helpless wry smile, and glanced at Lin Tian, ​​Mr. Wu and others.

Under the high platform, the beautiful figure surrounded by countless young girls, as the voice fell, the body was shocked.

Fang Jiuran looked through the white gauze on his hijab, staring firmly at the young man not far away, his eyes were full of worry, but his heart was angry and happy.

This fool…

“Chen’er…”.

Fang Chen stared at the stout man surrounded by the spotlight on the high platform, neither humble nor arrogant.

Watching Murongtian’s face grew gloomy.

The next moment, Fang Chen sneered;

“Murongtian, three days have come, Xiaoye, I’m here… to grab the marriage.”

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