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At the moment, although it was still early, the Full moon peak was bustling with cultivators carrying plates of fruits. Countless seats were arranged around the square, and each table was filled with fruits and immortal wine. These immortal wine looked similar to fine wine on earth, but they were actually refined using countless amounts of medicinal ingredients. After drinking it, although he couldn't raise his cultivation level in a short period of time, he could condense a strong spiritual energy within his body. Once he refined this spiritual energy in the future, he would be able to increase his cultivation level.

Just as Han Yan landed on the plaza, a person walked out from the palace. That person was dressed in a green daoist robe, and it was impossible to determine his cultivation, but it was obvious that he was hiding his cultivation. His eyes were abnormally deep, as if he could see through the world. This person was none other than Xiao Yuyao's father, the patriarch of the Limen Clan — Li Xiaoyao.

After Li Xiaoyao walked out of the hall, his gaze landed on Han Yan's body. In a flash, he landed right in front of Han Yan, and said: "Brother Zhao, why have you only arrived now?"

Han Yan cupped his hands and said: "Brother Li, I have been delayed because of some matters, and arrived last night, please forgive me."

Li Xiaoyao waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Not too late, not too late."

Han Yan patted the storage bag at his waist, took out that palm-sized piece of black iron, and handed it over to Li Xiaoyao, saying: "I came in a hurry, and didn't prepare any gift.

Li Xiaoyao slightly smiled, and said: "Brother Zhao, why are you being so polite with me, you are not giving me any gifts at all. Being able to attend my daughter's wedding banquet is already giving me face. " Even though he had said this much, he still took back that piece of Heavenly Mystery and placed it into the storage bag at his waist.

Then, Li Xiaoyao pointed to a place not far away and said: "Brother Zhao, when the wedding banquet starts, I will definitely drink with you a few more glasses. There are some matters that I need to take care of right now. Please forgive our poor hospitality! " With that, he let out an apologetic smile and flew out of the square.

Han Yan turned around and looked at the place Li Xiaoyao pointed to with his divine sense. In front of the table, there was a white jade plate with the words Zhao Wuji written on it. Seeing that, Han Yan looked to the side at a table, and upon seeing the name on the jade tablet, Han Yan's pupils shrank, and his mouth revealed a faint smile.

Han Yan walked to the praying mat on the table and sat down on it. He picked up the white jade wine jug and poured a cup of immortal wine into his cup. At this moment, Han Yan was the only guest in the plaza. The sunlight shined on his body, causing his figure to lengthen. From afar, he looked lonely and lonely.

The alcohol was extremely sweet and refreshing, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort all over his body. Then, a faint flow of spiritual energy began to circulate in his blood, arriving at his dantian and storing there. Han Yan drank a mouthful and started to savor it, a glint flashed past his eyes.

Han Yan never thought that this seemingly ordinary Immortal Brewing Technique would fuse with dozens of different types of medicinal ingredients, and even included the incomparably precious spirit liquid from the Taoism.

As time passed, more and more cultivators came, most of them were in the Nascent Soul stage, although there were a few Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage, all of them were patriarchs of large clans, their identities were extremely illustrious. After these people came over, some of them gathered and chatted quietly, while some of them were like Han Yan, returning to their respective tables, waiting for the start of the wedding banquet.

Just at this moment, a ray of light flashed across the sky as an expert flew over. The moment that person appeared, all the cultivators on the plaza raised their heads and looked at that cultivator. Under his curiosity, Han Yan also raised his head and looked into the sky. It was a middle-aged man who appeared to be around thirty years old. He was handsome and his bearing was extraordinary. The passage of time had not left much of a mark on his face.

Not far away, a cultivator stared wide-eyed, a light flickered in his eyes and he whispered to the cultivator beside him, "Brother Wang, who is this person, why have I never seen him before?"

Wang Ming glanced at the sky, lowered his voice, and said: "This person is called Cao Li, the strongest rogue cultivator in the world. When I met him back then, he was only in the first transition. I didn't expect that after a hundred years, he had already gone through the third transition. " His voice wasn't loud, but there was envy in it. He wished that he could reach this level as well.

The cultivator that spoke earlier said in surprise, "A third transition cultivator can cultivate to such a level. If it was the Brother Wang you were talking about, I would not dare believe it." He paused for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. Then, he asked, "Looking at his young age, he shouldn't have cultivated for many years, right?"

Wang Ming turned and laughed bitterly, "I don't think even you would believe that he's not even four hundred years old."

"What?" That cultivator was dumbstruck. His face was filled with disbelief as he stuttered, "He's only cultivated for 400 years and he has already reached the Third Cycle?"

Wang Ming nodded and sighed: "That's right! When others told me about it back then, I was even more surprised than you were! " At this point, his eyebrows suddenly tightened, and he quickened his speech, "He's here, let's not discuss this topic in private anymore."

At that moment, a ray of light flashed in the sky, and Cao Li landed on the plaza. As soon as he landed, everyone could sense that the Full moon peak was trembling slightly. Cao Li's face was solemn, without even looking at the others, he walked towards the table with his name carved on it, and sat down cross-legged. When he looked closely, his eyes were extremely calm, as if the people around him were nothing more than ants to him. Within his indifferent eyes, one could see a faint trace of worry, as if he would never forget something that had been engraved in his heart up till now.

Han Yan looked at him, and just as he was about to retract his gaze, Cao Li raised his head and looked towards Han Yan, with a flash of praise in his eyes. Han Yan knew why the other party had revealed such an expression. It was because after Cao Li had landed, everyone had revealed an envious look, but only he had not changed his expression, not revealing any of his emotions.

At this moment, Han Yan felt that the other party was the same as him, a person with a story.

Although Cao Li did not laugh, he still nodded his head, raised his wine cup, and shook it towards Han Yan.

Han Yan immediately raised his wine cup and shook it as well. Then, the two raised their hands at the same time and downed the wine in one gulp.

Streams of light appeared in the sky as experts appeared on the plaza one after another. Even though there were a few Rank one experts in the middle, none of the Rank one cultivators appeared. Dong Guang didn't know why, but when all the cultivators came, he slowly came over. After Dong Guang landed, his gaze swept across the table that had no one around. When he found out that his table was right beside Han Yan, his face darkened, and a faint killing intent emitted from his body.

The killing intent disappeared in a flash and returned to his body.

Dong Guang snorted, walked to Han Yan's side in a few steps, and then quickly acted. The moment he sat down, he said in a cold voice, "Zhao Wuji, I didn't expect that we would be together again."

Han Yan drank the wine indifferently, spitting out a sentence from his mouth, "I didn't expect the trash to sit next to me again."

Dong Guang was about to pour some wine when he heard these words. His face darkened, and he was unable to control his emotions for a moment as he said angrily: "Who are you calling a trash?" The sound was so loud that everyone in the square could clearly hear it. Other than Cao Li, all the other guests raised their heads and looked towards Dong Guang. Everyone had different expressions. Some of them were puzzled, some were curious, and some even revealed expressions of watching a good show.

Seeing that so many people were looking at him at the same time, Dong Guang's old face sunk. He cupped his hands in an apologetic manner and poured himself a cup of wine. After drinking it up, everyone withdrew their gazes. Dong Guang's expression became extremely ugly as he sent a sound transmission to Han Yan, "Zhao Wuji, if this old man doesn't personally kill you after today's wedding banquet, then his name isn't Dong Guang."1

Han Yan coldly snorted, and said with the same sound transmission: "I also want to know, do you dare to kill me."

Hearing this, killing intent became denser in Dong Guang's eyes, and he coldly said: "Zhao Wuji, you better eat more in a while, otherwise, after you die, you won't have the chance to eat such delicious food again." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken leg and started to eat. His wolfing down look was completely Han Yan's way of looking at it.

Han Yan acted as if he didn't hear him, and raised his wine cup to take a sip without even looking at him.

Suddenly, from the originally quiet sky, the cry of a crane could be heard as beams of light rapidly approached. Everyone raised their heads, and looked in the direction of Hei Ming. Even Cao Li, who was indifferent to everything, raised his head as well. Everyone looked over from that direction, and a gigantic white crane quickly flew over. Standing on top of the white crane was a Young man dressed in a red robe.

The man looked to be in his twenties, with slanted eyebrows and starry eyes. His face was sharp, sharp, and sharp, as if he were cut by knives or axes. His cultivation was also shocking, he had already reached the stage of the great circle of late elemental infant stage, looking at his aura, it seemed like he could complete one transition at will. At Young man's waist was a fiery red jade pendant, and on it was a small and exquisite prince. All the experts on the continent knew that this jade pendant was the symbol of the second clan of the continent, the royal clan.

Within the Royal family, the size of the jade pendant was directly proportional to their identity. For most clansmen, the jade pendant they wore was the size of a palm. As for the Patriarch's jade pendant, it was only the size of a pinky finger. The jade pendant that the man in front of him was wearing was not as small as his thumb, but it was about the same size. From this, it could be seen that this person had an extremely high status within the Royal family. He was most likely the successor of the family.

A few hundred meters behind Young man, an extremely large palanquin was lifted, and followed closely behind. The palanquin was entirely red, with a phoenix flying on each side. The phoenix feather was red like fire, and it exuded a massive aura. The embroidery of the fire phoenix was extremely lifelike, as if it could come to life at any moment.

On both sides of the palanquin, there were a total of eight cultivators. The most surprising thing was that all eight of them were Expert of Elemental Infant Stage, and the weakest was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Stage. The strongest was already at the Great Circle of the late elemental infant stage. Needless to say, everyone knew that this was the bridal sedan.

It was not strange for them to have eight Expert of Elemental Infant Stage s. Everyone was shocked because if the second clan had so many experts, then how many Expert of Elemental Infant Stage s did the first clan have? Everyone thought for a moment and felt a chill run down their spines.

Normally speaking, when the two of them became immortal companion, they should not be so complicated as to be able to get married in such a simple manner. However, the two great clans had great influence on the continent. In order to obtain more gifts, they naturally wouldn't act rashly. As for why the wedding was held not in the man's house, but in a woman's house, even a fool could understand. The Limen Clan was larger than the Royal families, so the people of the Royal families did not have any choice. As for the gift for the wedding banquet, naturally, the Limen Clan would not take it for himself. After the two of them were married, the people of the two clans would split it equally.

Behind the palanquin was the wedding procession. A man and a woman were at the front, dressed in azure Daoist robes. The man looked to be around forty years old and somewhat similar to the Young man on the white crane. His body was emitting a strong aura, although he was not as strong as Cao Li, he was not far from him. Beside the old man was a middle-aged woman in her thirties. Although the woman was not young, one could tell from her appearance that she was a peerless beauty when she was young.

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