Chapter Seventeen: An Interlude in the Great Wedding
Ye Feng's request made Shang Li's eyes flash with gleams.
He patted Ye Feng on the shoulder with his palms stained with apple juice, and said loudly: "Okay, since you ask like this, how can I not agree? However, I must declare in advance that if you participate in the Southeast Ten Nations Sword Cultivation Competition, you and He Huan will
You have to get a ranking, otherwise it’s okay not to participate.”
While everyone was talking, bursts of roaring firecrackers came from outside the gate of Ye Mansion.
Hearing the wedding procession arriving at Ye Mansion with gongs and drums, everyone in Hai Wuya stood up.
They came here to congratulate Ye Mansion, so there was no reason to sit in the room all the time. Especially Liu Yunfeng, whose beloved disciple was getting married, and he, the master, had no reason to sit here.
"Everyone, let's go outside and take a look." Hai Wuya said with a smile.
Looking at Shang Li, Hai Wuya hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior Shang, you must be very tired after coming all the way. Why don't you take a rest in the room?"
Shang Li's triangular eyes suddenly rolled up, and a hint of anger rose on his face.
He glared at Hai Wuya angrily and said, "Why, Xiaohai, do you think I'm useless? Let me tell you, I've really made up my mind about the marriage witness."
After saying that, Shang Li jumped out. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a group of Ye Lan's best friends standing in the center of the courtyard.
Looking at the courtyard full of men and women, warblers and swallows, Shang Li immediately forgot his purpose.
He surrounded Ye Lan's best friends, his eyes constantly scanning the chests and buttocks of many girls.
The wedding host hired by the Dugu family was Chen Ling, the great elder of the Lishui Sword Sect, while the person in charge of the Ye family's contact was Liu Yunfeng, the leader of the Huajian Sect.
Ye Lan was welcomed onto the wedding sedan amid the loud cheers of the two old men, and followed Dugu Xiaotian and the wedding team to Dugu's home.
The real lively place of the wedding was the lobby of the Dugu family. But because Ye Feng's reputation was much greater than that of the Dugu family, many guests always surrounded the Ye family and refused to leave.
Many guests lingered on, forcing everyone in Ye Mansion to get busy again.
It was not until the afternoon that Ye Feng had a rare moment of leisure and hid in the inner room.
In the center of the inner room, He Huan was still sitting cross-legged meditating. Even though He Huan was sitting opposite him, he turned a deaf ear.
Seeing He Huan's selfless look, Ye Feng couldn't help but envy He Huan from the bottom of his heart.
No matter what happens in the outside world, it seems that nothing can stop He Huan from being persistent in his cultivation, which is something many people cannot do even if they want to.
In the courtyard of Ye Mansion, the tranquility that had just been restored was suddenly broken by a loud noise.
Hearing the noise from the outside world, Ye Feng frowned slightly and had no choice but to walk out of the living room again.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, the gatekeepers immediately surrounded him.
The gatekeeper told Ye Feng that there was a guy outside the door who called himself Jiang Ziwei and claimed to challenge Ye Feng.
"Qilin Sword Jiang Ziwei?" Hearing the gatekeeper's narration, Ye Feng was slightly startled, remembering Jiang Ziwei who was beaten up by him in the Zangke Mountains that day.
Thinking that this guy had tolerated it for so long and then came to challenge him again, Ye Feng couldn't help but flash a narrow smile in his eyes.
"Does this guy feel that the beating he received last time was a little too mild, and he wants to come to the door to find trouble?" Ye Feng waved his hand to the gatekeeper to calm down, and then walked out of the courtyard quickly.
Behind Ye Feng, He Huan followed quietly.
He Huan carried the Qilin Fang on his back, and his eyes flashed with a fanatical and warlike look.
Just from the momentum released by He Huan, Ye Feng could feel that He Huan was eager to fight. Thinking that He Huan wanted to fight on his behalf, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile and gradually slowed down, letting He Huan walk in front of him.
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In front of the gate of Ye Mansion, Jiang Ziwei was wearing a green shirt and her black hair was tied behind her head with a straw rope. She exuded awe-inspiring arrogance.
After half a year of hard work, Jiang Ziwei has become more mature, showing an aura of confidence and calmness in every move.
Hearing the footsteps in the courtyard, Jiang Ziwei raised his head. He looked directly past He Huan and focused on Ye Feng's face. A cold light flashed in Jiang Ziwei's eyes.
"Ye Feng, I want to challenge you." Jiang Ziwei shouted loudly.
Before Ye Feng could answer, he jumped up and rushed towards Ye Feng.
Facing the emotional Jiang Ziwei, Ye Feng helplessly shook his head.
His act of beating Jiang Ziwei that day was indeed a bit excessive. But that was Jiang Ziwei's own humiliation. If he hadn't relied on his own strength and came to the door out of nowhere, how could he have been beaten so badly by Ye Feng.
When Jiang Ziwei charged forward, he exuded endless coercion. Feeling that his aura was not weaker than that of a ninth-level swordsman, Ye Feng couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in his eyes.
This Jiang Ziwei does have some abilities and his talent is outstanding, but if he really wants to compare Jiang Ziwei with himself and He Huan, Jiang Ziwei's cultivation talent can only be regarded as average.
Before Ye Feng could take action, He Huan had already taken the lead in drawing out the Qilin Fang.
The green long sword drew a lightning-like shock in the void. As soon as it appeared, a surge of unparalleled killing sword intent swept through every inch of space in front of Jiang Ziwei.
"Sword Intention!" Sensing the powerful sword intention revealed in He Huan's sword technique, Jiang Ziwei's expression suddenly changed.
He suddenly retreated backwards at a faster speed than when he was moving forward.
"Ye Feng, are you just a coward who only knows how to hide behind the strong sword king? If so, it is really in vain for me, Jiang Ziwei, to regard you as my lifelong enemy in the past six months." Jiang Ziwei was forced to retreat with a sword.
Wei couldn't help but let out bursts of angry roars.
Seeing that Jiang Ziwei didn't seem convinced, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.
He patted He Huan on the shoulder and signaled He Huan to step back, and then Ye Feng strode forward.
When he was still ten meters away from Jiang Ziwei, endless pressure suddenly rose up on Ye Feng.
As this oppressive force became more substantial, Jiang Ziwei discovered to his horror that he had lost the ability to move in an instant.
"Sword Intent, Ye Feng actually mastered Sword Intent?" Jiang Ziwei was so shocked that words could not describe it.
In the past six months, he had been training day and night just to be able to defeat Ye Feng with his own hands in a battle, and ride on him and beat him up.
But he never expected that in the same half year, Ye Feng and the white-haired man who was obviously not as strong as him that day would all comprehend the sword's intention.
"What kind of monster is it that can break through the bottleneck of a swordsman and become a powerful swordsman in just half a year?
Thinking that Ye Feng and He Huan were both several years younger than herself, Jiang Ziwei felt that everything she saw before her eyes became unreal.
"I failed. I have been practicing hard for half a year, but I failed again?" Jiang Ziwei could not accept such a huge blow, and stood there at a loss.
Looking at Jiang Ziwei who exuded a lifeless aura, Ye Feng smiled helplessly.
Being his enemy was the biggest misfortune in Jiang Ziwei's life. Aside from Jiang Ziwei's arrogance, Ye Feng admired Jiang Ziwei's innate character of tireless cultivation.
"Jiang Ziwei, do you want to become a master swordsman? If so, join me in the Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition of the Ten Southeast Countries." Ye Feng suddenly said.
"The Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition of the Ten Southeast Countries?" Ye Feng's words brought Jiang Ziwei back to his senses.
When he heard that Ye Feng indeed wanted him to participate in the Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition of the Ten Southeast Countries, his eyes flashed with enthusiasm.
For a swordsman whose mission is to pursue the peak of swordsmanship, nothing is more exciting than improving his strength.
It is absolutely impossible for Jiang Ziwei to participate in the Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition as he has no family or sect.
But now, Ye Feng's invitation has undoubtedly tempted him.
"I can follow you to participate in the Sword Cultivation Exchange Competition, but you have to promise me that one day, when my strength is on par with yours, you will accept my challenge." Jiang Ziwei said confidently.
If you want to become a master that people look up to, you must have a strong mind that is unyielding and never admits defeat. Although Jiang Ziwei is arrogant, he has all the potential to become a master, and this is what Ye Feng admires most.
"Okay, I promise you." Ye Fengliang said with a smile.
Having said this, he turned his attention to He Huan and introduced: "Let me introduce you, this is He Huan, the first-level peak sword king. From now on, the three of us will compete in the Ten Nations Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition together.
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Saying that, Ye Feng stretched out his hand. Beside Ye Feng, He Huan pressed his palm on Ye Feng's palm without hesitation. Seeing He Huan's action, Jiang Ziwei's face showed a touch of excitement.
Suddenly, he jumped up to Ye Feng and put his palm on He Huan's shoulder.
The short farce caused by Jiang Ziwei's appearance added a bit of joy to the wedding, and also allowed many guests who thought Ye Feng was relying on Hai Wuya's power to get to know Ye Feng thoroughly.
A strong swordsman under twenty years old has never appeared in the history of Yin and Shang Kingdom. At this moment, many guests finally understood why a super strong man like Shang Li, the master of the four major sword sects, would be like this
Pay attention to Ye Feng.
For the sword cultivator community of the Yin Shang Kingdom, Ye Feng is the hope of all sword cultivators.
Thinking that Ye Feng might break the Yin Shang Kingdom's history of not having a powerful Sword King for hundreds of years in the future, many guests felt their blood surge and their hearts surge.
The wedding ended on the same day, but many guests refused to leave.
For those sword cultivators with the strength of swordsmen and sword masters, it would be good to meet Ye Feng and get some spiritual energy.
And those princes and nobles were unwilling to leave. They knew that if one day Ye Feng could make a breakthrough and become a powerful Sword Emperor, his status would be more noble than that of the Yin Shang Kingdom monarch.
On the fifth day after the wedding, Liu Yunfeng took Ye Lan back to Huajian Sect, while Hai Wuya, Chen Ling and others also took Dugu Xiaotian back to Lishui Sword Sect.
Before leaving, Hai Wuya and others made an agreement with Ye Feng that they would return to Xianhe Town in a month, and at that time, they would take Ye Feng, He Huan, and Jiang Ziwei to the ten southeastern countries with the strongest national power.
Qian Yu Country will participate in the Ten Kingdoms Sword Cultivator Exchange Competition in one and a half months.