Looking at the figure shrouded in mist, Ye Qingrou's eyes swayed and a little dazzled.

Her lover really came to marry her on the clouds.

Is this a dream or is it true?

Ye Qingrou couldn't control her emotions, and her breathing was disordered, staring at the man in the robe.

As the two looked at each other, the welcome officer shouted at the top of his voice: Feixian Mountain, the sword master is here.

What! Sword Master?

The guests of the major forces here changed their colors.

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

No, even Feixian Mountain is here? And it was the Sword Lord who came here in person. This is why the Wanxiang Sect has too much face.

All men and women exclaimed with their eyes.

No one doubts the authenticity of the Sword Lord, the robe and half-faced mask, which are the iconic features of the Sword Lord, and no one in the world dares to imitate it.

The one who was most surprised was Deng Wenyuan and Deng Mao and his son. They looked at each other and all showed a surprised expression.

They did not invite the sword master of Feixian Mountain, because the strength of the Wanxiang Gate and Feixian Mountain were too great to be in contact.

After a brief surprise, Deng Mao, the leader of the Wanxiang Sect, quickly came forward and respectfully invited Jiangling to take over as the chief.

Jiangling stood firmly at the door, ignoring Deng Mao.

Ye Qingrou looked at him in a daze, her eyes turned red, as if she had a weak point in an instant, as if something she had been insisting on collapsed instantly, and a string that was tensed broke.

Is it you, Jiangling, is it you?

Ye Qingrou didn't dare to speak, for fear that the man opposite her was not the person she expected.

She can no longer afford to lose. The grandmother who cares about her most in the world has passed away. The only person she cares about is Jiangling, and she really can't afford to lose.

Jiang Ling also stared at her in a daze, hating that she was still not strong enough. It took so long for revenge and establishing power to make her suffer.

Deng Mao, who was on the other side, saw that Jiang Ling didn't say anything and did not dare to say anything. He waved his hand to his son Deng Wenyuan and signaled the wedding to continue.

It was just right. No matter what the Sword Master is here for, others don’t know. This is a good opportunity to increase the influence of Vientiane Sect!

Deng Mao, the leader of the Wanxiang Sect, laughed in his heart, thinking that God is really helping him. When he needed to improve his status as the Wanxiang Sect the most, he sent the sword master to control the market.

The more he thought about it, the more he became more excited, and the more he looked at his son, the more he liked him. Thanks to his wedding, the Vientiane Gate had the opportunity to become the number one sect in Jiangnan!

Then ask Jianzhu to watch my son’s wedding.

Deng Mao said respectfully.

Ye Qingrou's face turned pale when she heard this.

Isn’t it Jiangling? He is a man named Sword Master. Did I see it wrong?

At this time, there was melodious music at the wedding, and the good time had come, and the newlyweds were about to have their final greetings.

If I don’t worship you, I can’t worship you. I want to wait for him. He said he would come back to find me and I want to wait for him.

Ye Qingrou's eyes changed, her heart was bitter, and the hope that had just risen was shattered. The person wearing a mask was not the one she was waiting for.

Wow.

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

Deng Wenyuan was also stunned for a moment, and then his face became gloomy: Do you want to die?

How could he get off the stage when he did this in front of so many people? It destroyed the plan of Vientiane Gate.

Death? It doesn’t matter. Even if I die, I will wait for him. If he doesn’t come today, he will come one day. If I die, I will wait for him even if I become a ghost.

Ye Qingrou smiled bitterly, and she figured it out, and she would die if she died.

Wait for him? Deng Wenyuan's face was ferocious. Can you wait for a moment? Look who will come and who dares to break in?

Who are you expecting to steal the bride? Who are you expecting to come and take you away? This is the Wanxiang Gate!

His tone was gloomy and he shouted loudly: Let me see who dares to take you away and who dares to come.

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

For a moment, only Ye Qingrou was left in the huge hall, gasping for helplessly.

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

Step on.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence.

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

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

In an instant, time seemed to have stopped.

Her eyes kept changing, and her emotions had never been so complicated. She stared at Jiang Ling timidly and stretched out her hand, not daring to hold him.

Bang.

Jiang Ling held her hesitant palm tightly and said softly: Let's go.

The moment he turned around, Ye Qingrou's tear gland collapsed and her soul was trembling violently.

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and no one expected Jiangling to do such a move.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is robbing a kiss!

The young master of Wanxiang Sect was full of shock and surprise, staring at Jiang Ling in shock, and hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and shouting: Stop, Master Sword, what are you doing?

All the guests in the venue were paying close attention to this issue, and this question was also a confusion in everyone's heart.

Faced with the gaze of the audience, Jiang Ling looked calm: She is my woman.

Wow.

As soon as he finished speaking, a clamor burst into the hall.

Ye Qing couldn't help but feel tender and gasped heavily, his vision blurred.

This voice is him and Jiangling.

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

Deng Wenyuan's eyes changed wildly. Could it be that the person she had been waiting for was the sword master of Feixian Mountain? How could it be!

The face of the leader of the Wanxiang Sect was even more difficult to see. It was a slap in the face!

He thought Jiangling was here to attend the wedding, but he didn't expect that he was here to steal the bride.

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

This matter is related to the reputation of the Wanxiang Sect, even if it is the Sword Master, he will take action.

Let go of the person, otherwise don’t blame us for being polite. Where do you think this is? This is not in Feixian Mountain, but in my Wanxiang Gate.

Deng Wenyuan shouted softly, and a powerful murderous aura emerged, surrounding Jiangling.

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

With a loud bang, a group of black Wanxiangmen sects rushed from all directions, surrounding Jiangling and Ye Qingrou.

Ye Qingrou had never experienced such an occasion and grabbed Jiang Ling's hand tightly in panic.

Deng Mao's tone was low: Sword Master, our Wanxiang Sect is not those inequality forces. Just a sect-protecting formation can seal the Nascent Soul Stage. I advise you not to do anything randomly.

It was not a forced one, and he didn't want to take the initiative with Jian, but the other party slapped the kiss in front of everyone. Should they swallow their anger?

Buzz.

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

In addition, the formation was activated outside, and an invisible barrier completely blocked the retreat.

It is still time for you to let go of her now. The young sect leader Deng Wenyuan shouted coldly, the golden elixir in the sea of ​​consciousness rotated rapidly, and the pressure of the great perfection of the elixir was undoubtedly revealed.

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

Jiangling did not emit any breath or pressure, but just by saying this, the aura would calm the audience.

Even Deng Mao and Deng Wenyuan and his son felt a palpitations.

The silence in the field lasted for more than ten seconds, and Deng Mao first reacted and shouted loudly: Take action!

With a command, a black crowd rushed to Jiangling wildly.

Ah. Ye Qingrou screamed subconsciously.

What should we do? We can't escape. She looked pale and at a loss.

Don't be afraid, Jiang Ling smiled at her, you just follow me and walk forward and you can walk out.

As he said that, Jiang Ling took her hand and walked forward.

Just as the crowd was about to touch Jiangling, black shadows appeared strangely from Jiangling. Without saying a word, they joined forces to fight back everyone, and cleared him a spacious avenue.
To be continued...