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Behind the two of them, were over a hundred clan disciples. Most of them were in the golden core stage Realm, and although there were Expert of Elemental Infant Stage s, there were only a few of them. As for the foundation-building stage cultivator, it was a future. After all, in this kind of situation, cultivators below the golden core stage would not be able to make it to the top.

Everyone's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in the air above the square. The leading man waved his hand and the crane suddenly flew into the air and flew straight to the square. The people behind Young man were also the same. In a few short breaths, they all landed on the empty ground below the plaza.

After landing, Young man moved in a flash and steadily landed on the ground, not even raising a speck of dust.

The crane flew into the sky and disappeared.

Just then, a group of people walked out from the hall entrance. The person leading was Clan Leader Li Men, Li Xiaoyao. Beside him stood a young woman in her twenties. Although that girl's appearance was absolutely beautiful, she was abnormally enchanting. It wouldn't be wrong to describe her with her beautiful appearance. This woman was Xiao Yuyao's stepmother — — Zhou Furong.

Behind the two of them, there were more than ten people. These people were all elders of the Limen Clan, and most of them were elderly. Everyone was wearing the same black daoist robe, and their eyes were calm as they looked in front of them. Other than that, there was another similarity, that the four of them were all at Expert of Elemental Infant Stage. With so many Expert of Elemental Infant Stage, there was indeed a lot more than the Royal families, and there was even a difference of one fold. Limen Clan was known as the number one family in the continent, it was indeed reasonable.

After Li Xiaoyao walked out of the great hall, he smiled lightly and brought everyone to the front of the wedding procession.

The Young man who was on top of a white crane before hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "Junior Wang Zhenyu greets Uncle Li …"

Hearing that, Li Xiaoyao's face sank, and pretended to be angry: "Nephew, is it a little inappropriate to call me uncle again?"

Wang Zhenyu was also an intelligent person, he quickly changed his words: "Son-in-law Wang Zhenyu greets father-in-law."

"Haha …" Li Xiaoyao laughed loudly, and said, "Good son-in-law." As he said that, he took out a cloth bag from the storage bag and handed it over to Wang Zhenyu: "This is for you."

Wang Zhenyu received the storage bag, and clasped his hands at the woman beside Li Xiaoyao: "Greetings, Lady Yue Mu."

Zhou Furong faintly smiled and similarly took out a storage bag and said with a smile, "This is for you."

After collecting the storage bag, a man and a woman came out from the palanquin. Before they even arrived, they heard the middle-aged man laugh, and said: "My kin, why did you not greet me?" This man was the patriarch of the Wang Family — Wang Yongkang. The woman beside him was his wife, Zhao Xian`er.

Li Xiaoyao smiled apologetically, and said: "Brother Wang, anyone who doesn't greet me, I greet you too!" As he spoke, he quickly walked over.

The two of them walked together, and spoke a few words of courtesy in a low voice. Wang Yongkang changed the subject, and said: "Brother Li, when will the wedding be starting …"

Li Xiaoyao thought for a moment, then said: "Let's begin!" He turned around and gave a look to a youth beside him. That youth understood and said in a clear voice, "Play the music …"

In the empty space around the plaza, figures flashed, and over a hundred swords appeared in an instant. All of them were dressed in white robes and looked to be around twenty years of age. The men were handsome, the women were pretty, but their cultivation were low, just that they were in the golden core stage Realm. These people each held an instrument in their hands. There was an ancient zither, a suona, and some that were rarely seen by the common folk.

The youth in charge of the ceremony waved his hand and the musical instrument sounded …

For a moment, the sound of drums and music filled the air. The music was melodious and filled with an indescribable grandeur.

As the beautiful music reached the hearts of every cultivator, they could not help but feel their bodies tremble. They could not help but shut their eyes, feeling the intoxicating moment. Of course, there was an exception from the crowd, and that was Han Yan. He did not close his eyes, but tightly clenched his hands, and vigilantly looked around him. Because he was too nervous, the hands he held started to tremble.

Inside the forest around the mountain peak, Guo Yue and the others were currently looking at the plaza and discussing softly.

"How impressive!" Guo Yue took a deep breath and sighed: "If there comes a day that I can also attend a wedding like this, I won't have any regrets even in death."

Hearing that, Liu Qingqing was unhappy, she immediately pouted, and said bitterly: "Quickly say it, have you fallen in love with someone else?"

Guo Yue was startled for a moment, then immediately thought of something, and hurriedly explained: "Qingqing, you're mistaken, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Liu Qingqing coldly snorted.

Guo Yue smiled slightly and said: "Qing Qing, as long as you are not angry, after the wedding banquet is over, I will help you find the black iron and help you refine the treasure you want the most. What do you think?"

Liu Qingqing smiled and said, "It's true."

"Of course." Guo Yue said with certainty, "When have I ever lied to you?"

In the midst of the beautiful music, a woman in white walked out from the main hall. Her head was covered with a red cloth, and she was wearing a pure white muslin dress. This person was the female protagonist of the day — Xiao Yuyao. Behind her, two women stood side by side, following in her footsteps. One of them had a tray in his hand, and two glasses on the tray. The other one was holding a wine jug.

Xiao Yuyao walked down the stairs and arrived at the main hall. Under the escort of a woman, he arrived in front of Wang Zhenyu.0

When she arrived in front of Wang Zhenyu, she stopped her steps. Wang Zhenyu slightly joked and said seriously: "Yuyao …"

"En!" Xiao Yuyao replied indifferently.

The cultivator in charge of the wedding quickly walked over and said loudly, "The wedding ceremony begins …"

The music continued for an incense stick's worth of time before slowly coming to a stop.

At this time, the cultivator in charge of the wedding looked at Wang Zhenyu, who patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a red jade pendant. The jade pendant was not big, it looked similar to the one that Wang Zhenyu was wearing on his waist, with the word 'King' written on it. Wang Zhenyu took a deep breath, placed the jade pendant on his right hand, and passed it to Xiao Yuyao. He then said gently: "Yuyao, are you willing to marry me, and become my immortal companion?"

Although these words weren't loud, the entire square was abnormally quiet. Everyone could clearly hear their voices echoing in the air.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Xiao Yuyao. Han Yan was no exception as well. His eyes were complex as he clenched his fists even tighter. Due to holding it too tightly, his fingernails dug deep into his palm and traces of blood flowed out. At this time, everyone was looking at Xiao Yuyao, and no one noticed his abnormality, even Dong Guang who was beside him.

Han Yan had already made up his mind. If Xiao Yuyao said that he was willing, he would sigh and pretend that nothing had happened. If Xiao Yuyao didn't answer, he would take Xiao Yuyao away even if he had to risk his life. At this moment, Han Yan's figure was the only one in the world with his eyes.

In the center of the plaza, Xiao Yuyao seemed to have felt a scorching gaze on him as his body slightly trembled. His heart, which was originally as calm as water, was suddenly agitated. He didn't know how to answer. Xiao Yuyao understood in his heart that if she did not agree at this time, his father would kill her without hesitation.

Within Han Yan's body, the voice of the Xiao Hui suddenly sounded out, "Boss, what are you still hesitating for, quickly go!"

"Wait!" Han Yan took a deep breath and looked at the girl in his heart unblinkingly.

After a long while, Xiao Yuyao still did not reply. Wang Zhenyu's face revealed an awkward expression, and for a moment, did not know what to do.

Wang Yongkang and the others who were welcoming the bride revealed faces full of anger, and at the same time, looked towards Li Xiaoyao to demand an explanation from him.

Li Xiaoyao's face sank. He snorted coldly, as if he was warning Xiao Yuyao not to act recklessly. He was already very angry in his heart, as he did not see his third daughter, Li Wanyu, this morning. He personally went to her cave to search for the way, but did not find her. From Guo Yue, he found out that after going to Xiao Yuyao's cave abode once last night, Li Wanyu had returned to his cave abode and did not leave during this period. Although Li Xiaoyao did not know where her most beloved three daughters had gone to, she was extremely furious. How could she leave the sect without permission in such a critical situation? Li Xiaoyao did not think about it, did Li Wanyu get killed by someone, because it was simply impossible. He firmly believed that no one in the Full moon peak could kill under his watch.

When the cold snort reached Xiao Yuyao's ears, her body trembled uncontrollably. Just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly sounded out, "I don't want to …"

This sudden noise was like a clap of thunder, disrupting the tranquility of the plaza. Everyone was startled for a moment before they turned to look in the direction of the voice. When they turned around, everyone had different thoughts in their minds. Some were angry, some were doubtful, and there were even some who looked like they were watching a joke. They all wanted to see just who had the guts to say such words at Limen Clan's wedding.

In that moment, many of the guests felt that either this person had something wrong with his head, or he was tired of living.

When everyone turned around and saw Han Yan's seat, they were once again startled. Never in their dreams did they expect that the one who spoke was Zhao Wuji. Everyone was stupefied, unable to understand what was going on. Amongst the crowd, the majority of them knew Zhao Wuji very well. Furthermore, how could Zhao Wuji say such a thing in this kind of situation? Some people were secretly guessing, could it be that Zhao Wuji and Xiao Yuyao had an unspeakable relationship, that was why they stopped the wedding? But thinking about it in the blink of an eye, he felt that it was impossible. It was simply impossible for Zhao Wuji to know him. Even if he knew him, Zhao Wuji was already a semi-buried person, and it was impossible for Xiao Yuyao to like an old man like him.

Dong Guang was also stunned. A moment later, his face revealed a pleased smile, and he sent a sound transmission: "Zhao Wuji, I really am unable to kill you. "Because — you won't need me to do it, you can die a million times over."

Amongst the group, only one person had a normal expression, and that was Cao Li. He seemed to have heard Han Yan's words and slowly drank a mouthful of wine.

Li Xiaoyao was originally very angry, but after seeing Zhao Wuji, his anger eased up a bit and he shouted sternly: "Brother Zhao, do you know what you're saying?"

Han Yan suddenly stood up, walked towards Xiao Yuyao step by step, and answered: "I'm very clear-headed now …"

Li Xiaoyao was startled again, she never thought that not only would Zhao Wuji not give him face, she would even say such a thing. A huge murderous aura was instantly released from his body. His clothes began to violently flutter in the absence of wind. Li Xiaoyao was enraged. Waving his hand, he commanded: "Men, capture him. Kill him on the spot..." Ever since he became the Patriarch, he had never dared to speak to him in such a tone. No matter how good his relationship with Zhao Wuji was in private, he had to die today. He would not allow anyone to provoke his dignity.

Around the mountain peak, numerous figures flashed, and six cultivators appeared at the same time, surrounding Han Yan.

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