On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In an instant, the two men's bodies swayed at the same time, and the stone slabs under their feet cracked.

Murong Yan's right fist was wrapped with a fierce gust of wind, and she rushed towards the old sect leader like a tiger pouncing on its prey, attacking the dragon directly.

The wind from the fist whistled as if it could tear the air apart, showing its dominance.

The old sect leader remained calm, and lightly flipped his left palm, which collided violently with Murong Yan's fist.

With a loud "bang", the air wave spread wildly in a circular shape with the two people as the center, shaking the flowers in the flower bed and causing colorful petals to fall all over the sky.

After one blow, the two retreated instantly and stood at the two ends of the courtyard.

The old sect leader's hair was as white as snow, each strand distinct and neatly tied behind her head. She wore a plain robe that fluttered in the wind, and the ancient patterns embroidered with gold thread on the sleeves showed her majesty that had accumulated over the years.

Although his body was slightly hunched, his eyes were sparkling with brilliance.

Looking back to the past, she roamed the underworld, and with her fierce boxing and kicking skills and decisive killing style, she was feared by both the black and white worlds and was a well-known top killer.

At the other end of the courtyard, Empress Murong Yan stood tall and graceful, her black phoenix robe dazzling to the extreme.

On the robe, a phoenix carefully outlined with gold and silver threads spreads its wings as if ready to fly. Each feather seems to be carved with a sharp blade, exuding a cold and luxurious air, carrying the honor of the emperor.

The fifty-meter-long train was like black silk spread on the ground, winding and flowing, with stars and flame patterns intertwined and flickering on it. With her subtle movements, the light and shadow changed, as if a galaxy was surging under her feet.

The old patriarch bowed and said in a steady voice, "Your Majesty."

At this moment, Qingxia, who had been holding her breath, hurried forward, her skirt swaying slightly, and knelt on the ground in panic: "Your Majesty."

Murong Yan waved her jade hand lightly, and the wide cuffs of her phoenix robe moved in the wind, like black wings fluttering.

"We are sisters, no need to be polite."

Qingxia stood up.

She was quite respectful to Murong Yan.

But then again, under the emperor's deterrence, who would dare to disrespect?

Murong Yan smiled faintly and said, "I heard that my husband has been studying martial arts with the old sect master recently. I was inspired and wanted to learn a few moves from him. I just wonder if the old sect master used all his strength just now?"

A sly smile appeared on the old sect leader's lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Your Majesty, all the moves I've learned are deadly. How dare I use them in front of Your Majesty? Fists and feet have no eyes. If I injure Your Majesty, I will die without redemption."

Murong Yan raised her eyebrows, a competitive fire burning in her eyes: "Hmph, no problem, since I'm here today, I want to see it for myself. Old Sect Master, there's no need to worry, just do what you want."

After she finished speaking, she moved her lotus steps lightly, and the tail of her phoenix robe slid slowly, raising a cloud of fine dust. The dust on the ground seemed to have intelligence in an instant, swirling around the hem of her skirt.

She looked at the old sect leader thoughtfully, and suddenly her body moved. Her black phoenix robe looked like a phoenix spreading its wings, and her tail was like a black phoenix flying, drawing a breathtaking arc behind her.

She jumped high, raised her right fist, and used the momentum of her fall to smash down on the old sect leader's crown like a mountain.

The old sect leader's eyes flashed, and he tapped his feet lightly. His figure flashed to the left like a ghost, and he moved several feet away in an instant, easily avoiding the fierce attack.

Murong Yan's attack missed but she was not discouraged. Using the momentum of falling, she swept her left leg out like a steel whip. The wind from her leg was whistling, making the surrounding air "crackling" sound.

Upon seeing this, the old sect leader squatted down and slammed the ground with both palms. A strong airflow rushed down, and with the reaction force, the whole person flew backwards like an arrow.

Murong Yan continued to attack, her phoenix robe rustling, and its tail was like black lightning, following her figure closely.

She changed her moves quickly and hit the old sect leader in the face with her right fist. The old sect leader turned his head to avoid it. Murong Yan bent her left arm and hit the old sect leader in the chest with her elbow in one smooth move.

The old sect leader raised his hand to block, and his arm collided with her elbow with a dull sound.

Immediately afterwards, the old sect leader kicked out with his legs in succession, each kick was extremely powerful, and kicked towards Murong Yan's vital points.

Her right foot was like a hook, carrying a fierce gust of wind, heading straight for Murong Yan's throat. Her toes stopped abruptly an inch away from the throat, and the whistling gust of wind made Murong Yan's neck skin hurt.

Murong Yan's heart trembled, and just as she was about to retreat, the old sect leader's left foot had already arrived and kicked her in the heart. If this kick landed, even though Murong Yan's body was very strong after being transformed by the heart-eating insect, she would still be seriously injured.

Fortunately, the old sect leader stopped his feet at the critical moment, and the tip of his shoe lightly touched the phoenix robe, causing a circle of tiny ripples.

Murong Yan also keenly noticed that the old sect leader was deliberately holding back, and she felt even more dissatisfied, so her attack became more fierce.

She let out a delicate cry, and the spiritual power in her body surged, causing her black phoenix robe to expand.

The dark star patterns on her tail flickered, and as she swung her fists and feet, it seemed as if each move was imbued with invisible power.

Murong Yan used both fists and feet. Her right fist hit the old sect leader's abdomen, and her left palm slashed the old sect leader's neck. The coordination was close and the power was greatly increased.

The old sect leader did not dare to be careless and dodged to the side to avoid the sharp attack.

Then he rushed forward suddenly, and his right fist hit Murong Yan's abdomen, with a whistling sound.

At the moment of being about to hit, the old sect leader abruptly withdrew his strength and pressed his fist against the phoenix robe, causing the dark star pattern on the robe to flash.

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation to counterattack, and slapped out with her left palm with a biting cold air. The old sect leader ducked to avoid it, and at the same time swept her left leg across, aiming at Murong Yan's legs, but quickly retracted it when it was about to touch them.

After several rounds, Murong Yan was already out of breath, her hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks in a messy manner, but her imperial demeanor remained unchanged.

Seeing that she couldn't take the enemy down after a long attack, she knew that she was much weaker than the old sect leader, so she forced herself to stop her moves, and the tail of her phoenix robe slowly fell down, and she returned to calm.

He raised his head slightly, calmed his breath and said, "I have learned a lesson today."

Although his voice was unwilling, it also revealed a sense of open-mindedness.

The old sect leader's breathing was also unstable, his white hair was slightly messy, and he clasped his hands together in a salute: "Your Majesty is extremely talented. You have achieved such strength in such a short time. Given time, I will definitely not be his opponent."

Murong Yan smiled softly, her laughter like a gentle breeze blowing across the lake. "Old Sect Master, you are too modest. I have benefited greatly from today's discussion. I will come back to seek advice another day."

After saying that, she turned around, the tail of her phoenix robe drawing an elegant arc, and she slowly left, accompanied by Qingxia.

......

Fighting was a grueling process, but Murong Yan was oblivious. While wiping her sweat with the fragrant handkerchief Qingxia handed her, she asked, "Qingxia, have you been practicing martial arts recently?"

Qingxia smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't practiced any martial arts. I just do some horseback riding in the morning and meditation at night. Because..." At this point, Qingxia looked at her stomach and said helplessly, "Because my body won't allow it, and the prince won't allow it either."

"You are pregnant with your husband's child, so it's normal for His Majesty to be worried. What's the matter? I see that your body is much stronger than Qingwen's. Has your family had any difficulties recently?"

"Nothing is difficult, everything is fine."

"Well, I've heard about your story with your husband, but it doesn't matter. Since your husband won't pursue it, I won't look at you differently. Don't worry about the will of heaven. I will give all of them a place to settle down. When they reach the age of marriage, I will allow them to marry, and I will pay for the dowry."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Qingxia was very happy to receive such affirmation and bowed again.