Even Tang Jue, Tang Feng and others couldn't help but be moved when they heard this. They sighed in their hearts that it was unbelievable that a female class could achieve this level.
Countless guests were immersed in Princess Ji's story.
Hua Lianmeng held on to the pillar beside the corridor and exerted so much force that her nails were broken and bleeding. Her face was still expressionless and her eyes were full of hatred.
Poof!
Hua Lianmeng's body trembled and she spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Miss Lianmeng!" The girl who heard Xuexuan was frightened.
Hua Lianmeng raised her hand and shook her head.
She is numb and hollow, gloomy and ferocious.
She looked at the respect and admiration shown by that person for Princess Ji, and her heart felt like it was riddled with holes, and she was in pain.
"Quick! Mr. Xu, don't stop, keep talking!" A young man was impatient.
"Yes, Mr. Xu, don't stop. I'm feeling itchy. Tell me what happens next."
Other people also said with a pinched neck.
Xu Wenfeng laughed and said:
"Do you know how sad you are?"
"Sadness is one of the mortal emotions."
"But at that time, the sacrifice of a white tiger made Princess Ji so sad that she could not survive."
"The fire of grief ignited in her body, and the flames spread from the soles of her feet and devoured her body."
"When the flames spread to the collarbone, we saw the bruised and bruised Emperor Changsheng Qing and the little prince coming here!"
"Without knowing anything about it, the Evergreen Emperor just relied on his telepathy to go his own way, broke out of the armies of gods, and even opened a hole in the Heaven and Earth Whirling Formation."
"The demon god learned about this, and Queen Fengqi stopped all the gods in the sky for him!"
"He brought his children to the world of flames, and his one drop of tears extinguished the fire of sorrow. What kind of unswerving love can extinguish the fire of sorrow with just one drop!"
"..."
Speaking of this, Xu Wenfeng's emotions were so intense that he could not calm down for a long time.
Luo Cheng burst into tears, as if he was the one swallowed by the flames.
Someone said: "The love between Princess Ji and Emperor Qing is touching. Just now, that girl Lianmeng slandered Princess Ji in a weird way. She really doesn't know how much she weighs."
"Who is she? Is she worthy of being called our princess?"
"It's a pity that the princess must be too tired to be so tired! If the princess hadn't been seriously ill, she would have easily obtained the ancestor's inheritance in this sea-crossing trial,"
"I really hope that the princess will be healthy and safe, and that she can achieve her former glory again in these three thousand worlds!"
"..."
Everyone here admires him.
Even Tang Jue nodded: "This Princess Ji is really good. If she were not seriously ill, she could be recruited to the Tang Sect."
Tang Feng responded: "A little girl with such ability is worthy of the eternal love of the Qing Emperor. If she is not seriously ill, I am afraid that in less than ten years, she will be able to set foot in the immortal world and stay with the Qing Emperor forever.
Let’s grow old together.”
Tang Jue sighed: "Not bad, not bad."
Poof!
Hua Lianmeng vomited out another mouthful of blood.
When I came out, before a few blasts of cold wind blew, I started vomiting blood one after another.
Furious and furious, Hua Lianmeng's eyes darkened and she fell down.
Hua Lianmeng's forehead hit the corridor pillar, her head was bleeding, and she fainted completely.
On the wheelchair, Shen Qingxiao held a cup of tea in his hand and looked sideways at this place.
The bottom of his eyes was calm.
But it slipped through a dark color.
Mud cannot hold up a wall.
In the end, he will dig his own grave and bring about his own destruction.
…
During the dinner, Mr. Luo Cheng burst into tears. He leaned on Qingge's shoulder and twisted his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
Qingge drank numbly, her ears slightly red.
Seeing a group of people crying for me, I was in awe, not to mention a little embarrassed.
After all, she is a thin-skinned teenager.
A long time passed before everyone slowly calmed down.
Tang Jue came with Tang Feng and toasted with a glass of wine: "Young Master Ye, I have offended many people in Tuntian Square today, so I hope Haihan will do it."
"Tang Clan Master, these are all trivial matters." Qingge responded: "It was only because of the death of his brother that Grandmaster Tang decided not to go through martial arts judgment because of desperation."
Tang Jue said: "Young Master Ye has such ambition and courage at such a young age. He will surely become a great weapon and soar into the sky."
"It should be." Qing Ge smiled and nodded.
Tang Jue was stunned.
He was just complimenting him casually, why did this young man still slap his nose and face?
"Is Young Master Ye coming to Tang Clan?" Tang Jue asked.
Suddenly, other martial arts sects who came to the banquet began to sound their alarm bells.
Note——
Ye Wuhen is a young genius, and all twelve martial arts sects want to take him under their wing. How can the Tang sect take the lead?
"Tang Sect Master, what do you mean?" Luo Cheng, who was still grieving, suddenly raised his head and said with vigilance: "Brother Wuhen is the spiritual master of our martial arts dungeon. If you want to join the Tang Sect, you won't!"
Luo Cheng has a bad temper.
"Uncle Luo is right. I am temporarily the spiritual master and the Night Demon Lord of Moyuan. I also have to be in charge of the affairs of the Nianxia clan. I'm afraid I won't have time to join the Tang Clan."
Qingge said: "If he is free day and night, he will definitely consider joining the Tang Sect."
The other sects all breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed, fearing that Ye Wuhen would agree to join the Tang Sect if his brain twitched this night.
Ye Wuhen's rejection was also expected by Tang Jue, and there was not much surprise.
Tang Jue raised his head and glanced east.
Smoke billowed everywhere and flames shot into the sky.
Soon, panicked voices sounded.
"There's a fire, there's a fire in the library!"
"..."
The Library Pavilion is full of extraordinary techniques, as well as many techniques and military techniques.
This loft is worth more than tens of millions.
It is a treasure of martial arts in the world!
The fire in the library caused countless people to get up.
And at this moment, Qingge blinked, and the next moment, the surrounding scene was turned upside down.
It was pitch black, with only a few will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air, making the face of the person in front of him pale.
Then, the scene changed back to the banquet.
Then she saw Ye Qingcheng playing the killing sound, and all the killing sounds rushed towards her.
"Ye Qingge, go to hell! You never cared about me. You don't have me in your eyes. I'm just dispensable to you."
The murderous sound came.
Qingge's expression remained unchanged and she raised her eyebrows.
The phantom formation was one of hundreds of strange formations. Tang Jue had really gone to great lengths to deal with her.
The killing sound penetrated her body and she felt pain, but she smiled.
She had absolute trust in Ye Qingcheng. Ye Qingcheng would rather chop himself ten thousand times than chop her once.
The screen changed again, and suddenly, a child with exquisite sculptures rushed over.
It's her little bun.
Little Baozi looked at her with red eyes, "I don't like you, I hate you."
Qingge frowned, even though she knew it was fake, her heart still hurt.
Later, Ji Yue appeared holding Hua Lianmeng, and Little Baozi ran over and hugged Hua Lianmeng.
Murderous intent was everywhere in Qingge's eyes. Even if she knew it was fake, it still made people... want to chop up that piece of shit who stole her husband's child.