As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

After saying this, he stood up and was about to leave.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to resist drawing his sword.

Chen Zhian's flattery, which was not sincere at all, sounded like sharp needles in his ears.

Especially that condescending attitude.

It made him almost unable to suppress his murderous intent!

"and many more!"

Chen Zhian stopped Jiang Huayu and said with a smile: "On the day of Jiang Shengzi's wedding, I can't fail to show some appreciation."

After saying this, he casually handed the folding fan in his hand to Jiang Huayu: "This is a lady's fan that I painted myself. It is quite precious. I will give it to Jiang Shengzi today.

In this hot summer, it will help to cool down Jiang Shengzi!"

Jiang Huayu let out a deep breath of resentment.

He turned around and took the fan with both hands, saying in a low voice: "Thank you for the gift, sir!"

"Haha, it's my duty!"

Chen Zhian patted Jiang Huayu on the shoulder and said, "Take care, Jiang Shengzi. There are many friends coming to watch the ceremony today!"

"Why do you bother to provoke him, sir?"

After Jiang Huayu walked away, Jiang Daozon also led Chen Zhian to the viewing platform.

"Each each other!"

Chen Zhian sat at the highest point of the viewing platform, looking at the guests, narrowing his eyes, tapping the edge of the table and saying, "I watched him build a tall building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his building collapse...

Chang'an in the old days is exactly the same as it is today!"

......

The ninth day of September, the auspicious time has arrived!

Following the sound of a bell.

Snow-white petals slowly fell from the sky.

Then, twelve white-clothed swordsmen in the Void Transformation Realm appeared in the void.

They had long swords under their feet.

Guarding a sedan chair, they strolled over...

Inside the sedan chair,

It was Zhu Wan'er, wearing a scarlet wedding dress and with blood-red lips.

The wedding of the Holy Son of the Yujian Sect and the Holy Daughter of the Piaomiao Sect,

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the guests, the curtain was raised.

Inside the main hall of the Yu Jian Sect.

The head of the Jiang family, Jiang Daoyang, sat firmly on the high platform, with the leaders of the Yu Jian Sect, Jiang Daozon, and Piao Miao Sect, Xi Mengqing, on his left and right!

Next came the eight junior masters of the Tongxuan realm from the two sects.

After them are eighteen practitioners in the Void God Realm.

The vast and endless realm of emptiness,

You can only stand aside!

The guests looked from afar, and felt the powerful aura unintentionally emanating from the hall, and their scalps went numb!

Langya Jiang Clan, Yujian Sect, Piaomiao Sect...

This behemoth entrenched in Langya.

If nothing else happens.

After today....

He will truly ascend to the throne of the leader in the world.

Today's world.

There is no one comparable to it!

Thinking of this, everyone looked towards the highest point of the viewing platform.

There,

The young marquis of Chenliu Marquis's Mansion,

First-class warrior Chen Zhian.

He was looking at the sedan chair in the air with a smile on his face.

The guests' hearts trembled.

If nothing unexpected happens, then an accident will most likely happen...

"Everyone!"

Just as the guests were looking forward to the next story.

An elder of the Yujian Sect stood up and said in a loud voice: "Today, our sect's direct descendant Jiang Huayu and Piaomiao Sect's saint Zhu Wan'er are getting married. Thank you to the Imperial Capital Angel and all the fellow martial artists for taking the trouble to come!

To thank all my colleagues.

My clan specially prepared a stage to entertain the audience.

Please appreciate it, fellow practitioners! "

As his words fell.

Countless sword chants were heard in the hall.

Flying swords formed a long dragon of sword energy, circling above the viewing platform.

overwhelming,

The sword energy is everywhere.

It's hard to look directly at.

Some of the timid ones even hid under the table and trembled.

"Yu!"

As the uniform voices rang out.

Hundreds of white-robed disciples floated down to the square and lined up to wait.

in an instant,

Long swords with sinister aura drew countless lines and arcs in the air.

Like a bird into the woods.

Into the scabbard behind them.

These disciples,

They can all fly swords through the air.

All of them are sword cultivators in the Qi Control Realm!

Hundreds of people in the Qi Control Realm,

Nowadays, there is almost no sect in the world that can compare with it.

Even the Snow Mountain Sect and Piao Miao Sect, which have produced saints, cannot compare with him.

And what's even more shocking is.

Leading the formation were seventy-two sword cultivators at the Void Transformation Realm.

Just by them.

It is already enough to sweep away the ordinary martial arts sects!