"It is rumored that Han Xuanbing, the master of Hanxue Pavilion, killed all emotions in order to become a saint, and his heart is cold."
"Sure enough, Hanxue Pavilion will not be at a disadvantage, and actually let the master of Hanxue Pavilion personally come to preside over it."
When the dean of Wusheng Academy arrived, Hanxue Pavilion's party naturally did not lose etiquette. Han Xuanbing, the master of Hanxue Pavilion, came in person.
"Dean Lei, Patriarch Cheng, Patriarch Tang, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Han Xuanbing stepped over the ice bridge and landed on the stand. He sat on the other side of the stand and spoke to the three tallest people on the stand.
Although this was a greeting, Han Xuanbing's voice was still extremely cold and calm, as if he were a stranger.
However, the three people were obviously not surprised, and they all said hello to Han Xuanbing.
It's a return favor.
Following Han Xuanbing down the ice bridge were the people from the First Level Hanxue Pavilion, the supreme elders of Hanxue Pavilion, and countless disciples, all dispatched.
Among the crowd, the most eye-catching person was Han Yueli, who was dressed in red and wearing a hijab. She walked down with the help of everyone.
Some strong men who had reached the wind-controlling realm could tell that Han Yueli had been restrained, blocking all of her spiritual energy, and she was now being helped to walk.
"Junior sister Han, please stop struggling. What's wrong with marrying the prince? In the future, you will become the dean of Wusheng College, and countless people who want to marry will not be able to get married in time."
Next to Han Yueli, a Hanxue Pavilion disciple tried to persuade him softly, but he saw that Han Yueli did not make any sound, only had a cold expression on his face, and just snorted coldly.
He supported Han Yueli and walked down. All the disciples of Hanxue Pavilion took their seats.
"The world is in such a state, do you still want to resist?"
Zhi Lingtian, who was standing below and greeting everyone, sneered.
We are getting married today, so even resisting is meaningless.
The wedding was scheduled for noon, and there were still two hours left, so countless warriors came to bring congratulatory gifts.
Countless forces in the Wusheng Kingdom sent congratulatory gifts one after another, and the few Wusheng Academy disciples who were responsible for the notification basically did not stop.
"The master of the Zhu Yan Sect, Yan Mang, has arrived!"
With the announcement, countless people's attention was diverted, and they saw an old man with red hair, walking on the strongest side, striding forward.
This red-haired old man, with an arrogant look on his face, is Yan Mang, the master of the Zhuyan Sect, who is also a saint in the Kingdom of Wusheng. Behind him, there are more than a dozen disciples of the Zhuyan Sect, who are advancing together.
Come.
"Brother Yan is here!"
Lei Che, the dean of Wusheng Academy, Cheng Xiantian, and Tang Jiansheng all stood up to welcome him.
Other warriors came to congratulate, and these three people just nodded. But when Yan Mang, who is also a saint, came, they naturally had to stand up to greet him.
"Please take your seat quickly."
"How could Yan not come to such a big wedding?"
Yan Mang laughed loudly and spoke to the disciples of the Zhu Yan Sect behind him.
"Open things."
"yes."
Countless Zhuyan Sect disciples below all said in unison, and then opened a huge wooden box. In this wooden box, there was a huge fire coral.
"Thousand-year Fire Coral! It's Thousand-Year Fire Coral!"
"The Zhuyan Sect is such a generous gesture, actually sending such a precious gift!"
"Thousand-year-old fire coral, this is an earth-level elixir. For some fire warriors, it is even equivalent to the effect of a heaven-level elixir. This kind of fire coral grows from lava. It is not easy to get it. It is simply
Priceless.”
Some onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed, they knew that Zhuyanmen's gifts would never be bad, but they never expected them to be so expensive.
"This is the congratulatory gift from Yan."
"Thank you very much, Master Yan, for your generous gift."
When Zhi Lingtian saw the thousand-year-old fire coral, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly thanked him.
"Ling Tian doesn't need to be so polite. In the future, you will inherit the position of dean and you will be considered equal to me."
Yan Mang glanced at Zhi Lingtian and said.
"No, Ling Tian has not really made a breakthrough yet, so he is not yet the dean of Wusheng Academy."
Zhi Lingtian smiled but did not refute. In his opinion, the position of dean of Wusheng Academy was already a certainty.
As long as he refines all the medicinal power of the Holy Transformation Grass, he will be able to break through the realm of divine power and become a saint. In time, he will naturally become the new generation dean of Wusheng Academy.
The two talked for a while and then left.
"The body of Xuanyin! After my wedding today, it will be my moment of breakthrough!"
Zhi Lingtian looked in the direction of Han Yueli, with a bit of greed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a treasure, a treasure that could help him break through.
"The owner of Sanxian Island has arrived!"
In the air, a huge copper gate was condensed. This is the Xianxuan Gate of Sanxian Island. Walking out of the fairy road from the center, looking at everyone, it also fell down.
Although Fang Xiandao has not yet entered the realm of saints, several saints present also stood up and paid respect.
Fang Xiandao's realm is still at the semi-saint level, but with the Immortal Xuan Gate, he is already able to control the power of space, which is almost the same as a real saint. Naturally, he is also valued by other saints, and everyone is equal to him.
The congratulatory gift from Sanxian Island is a deep-sea salvia. Although it is not as precious as the thousand-year-old fire coral, it can also nourish people's qi and blood. It is said to be enough to make flesh and bones. As long as they are not dead, they can use the divine sea salvia to kill people.
After being rescued, it is also an extremely precious elixir.
"Thank you, Lord Fang."
Zhi Lingtian returned politely.
"It doesn't matter."
Compared to Yan Mang, Fang Xiandao just waved his hand and took his seat without saying anything more.
After a while, a strong wind swept over. This strong wind was not hostile. Everyone understood that the last of the four major sects, the Feng Shen Sect, had also arrived.
"I haven't seen you all for a long time, but today is really busy."
What fell from the strong wind was a cheerful middle-aged man. Although he looked ugly, he was also a saint, the leader of Feng Shen Sect, Feng Hua.
"All the sect leaders of the four major sects are here."
"With the addition of Wusheng Academy, I am afraid that all the strong men from the entire Wusheng Kingdom will be here."
Some people commented that being able to see so many powerful people was a feast for the eyes for many people.
"No, there is still a powerful person who has not come."
A warrior said in a deep voice, the current Wusheng Kingdom is not just Wusheng Academy and the four major sects, but also a force that has risen.
"The prince is getting married, and I, the black market, will naturally not be absent!"
A loud laugh suddenly rang out.
Several men in black suddenly fell from the sky. Where did they come from? No one was aware of them for a while.
"These people are from the black market!"
"People from the black market are actually here too!"
"Who is that person? Could it be that he is the Holy Son of the black market today?"