After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

What you can see is a huge square paved with white marble. The southeast and northwest are connected by a circular verandah. Zheng Wan followed the master on the veranda and looked out.

A square sword stand rises from the ground right in front of the square. In the middle of the sword stand, there is a Tai Chi intent, one black and one white, two Yin and Yang fish are connected end to end. Outside the Tai Chi intent, there are eight Sanqing sandalwood chairs lined up.

The sandalwood chair is still empty.

On the square facing the sword stand, Xuxu sat a lot of people.

At the forefront, there are two long tables sitting opposite each other. The long tables have everything from high-level yuan fruit, high-level yuan dew, and sixth and seventh-level yuan food.

And after each length of time, a disciple of Guixu Sect white robe accompanied him.

After a long time, they are not enough seniority to sit forward, purely to see the lively disciples.

This is the first time Zheng Wan has stepped into Guixu Gate.

Guixu Gate is completely different from Yuqing Gate.

Yuqingmen pays attention to elegance, and you can see exquisitely carved pavilions and light gauze dances everywhere. The Guixu Gate is much simpler. Along the way, there is no complicated or gorgeous decoration, but the simple charm after the years has settled.

Zheng Wan looked at the middle sword stand, and suddenly thought of Cui Wang.

The temperament of that person fits perfectly with this sect.

Zi Xiu glanced at the apprentice and waved his big sleeve:

"Arrived."

Wuwangjing Jianxiu, who led the way, also stopped, and he stood respectfully after a long one:

"Daoist, please take a seat."

Only then did Zheng Yu come back to his senses, the twelve Changji table closest to the sword stand, she was indeed the last in Yuqingmen.

"Jade beauty, beauty!"

A familiar voice came from the opposite side. Zheng Wan looked up and saw that Shujin was standing behind a middle-aged scribe, desperately beckoning to her, he couldn't help but smile.

Daojun Zi Xiu took his seat and glanced at the other side:

"Do you know the book boy?"

Without waiting for Zheng Wan's answer, he commented on himself: "This young man looks very good, unlike his Aye."

The opposite middle-aged scribe coldly snorted:

"Zixiu, do you want to fight again?"

He gave birth to a thin and long face, single eyelids and thin lips, but it was better than white, and the smell of the scroll was so strong that people couldn't help but ignore his overly dull facial features——

But it is really not like a son who can give birth to a son who looks like Shujin.

At least, Shu Jin's romantic and affectionate peach eyes are completely different from Nong Li's facial features.

Zi Xiu drank Yuanlu with a smile:

"Do not hit."

Mr. Jing Su smiled beside him:

"Shu Bian Daojun, don't get angry easily on this great day, the ceremony will be opened in a while."

"Enraged?" Daojun Shubian glanced at the side pointedly, the Tianzunmen Daojun Dunwu who was squeezed from the Wuya List came to the table, his face was black.

Daojun's face became darker in the fog, and he rolled up his sleeves:

"Shubian, are you looking for a fight?"

"I hit it, I'm afraid of you when I'm the Lord?" Shu Sha shook the feather fan, and sat lightly after a few years. When he spoke, he was not at all polite, "Come on!"

"Come on!"

The Taoist monarchs wanted to fight when they didn't agree with them. The Guixu Sect disciple was at a loss, but he heard a hearty "haha" laugh, his own Tianhe Taoist holding the sword came from the outside:

"Which one is going to fight? I'll fight you!"

When the Taoists saw this, they gave up angrily.

Daojun Dunwu is even more like a mimosa, muttering:

"Wuxiangjing also came to fight with the Wonderland, bullying people."

"You come to fight at the ceremony of my disciple's Venerable, aren't you bullying others?"

Tianhe Daojun didn't care about the faceless things. They returned to the market, and they were paying attention to the tenth meeting with a single force. The mouth was useless, and the truth was on hand.

Zheng Wan looked around at the time the Taoist slapped their mouths.

After a while, she saw many acquaintances, Mingyu, Qianshuang, Shujin, Jingyue, Guijing, ah--

Li Siyi.

He wore a pink robe, stood behind Daojun Tianhe, and blinked at her.

Just about to say hello, Zheng Wan suddenly felt hot on his head, raised his head, but saw Daojun Tianhe's eyes on her for a long time-just when she subconsciously wanted to smile back, Daojun Tianhe's eyes were light and fluttering. Slid away.

"Don't be nervous." Dao Monarch Zi Xiu said, "Tianhe, although he protects his shortcomings, he will not just bully the juniors, at most...you will be killed soon and fight with his disciples and grandchildren."

Zheng Wan: "..."

No, she didn't want to.

Guixu Sect Jianxiu's combat power, you can see Cui Wang.

"The three quarters have come, and the ceremony of the Venerable begins!"

The yin and yang fish on the sword platform suddenly came alive, and Daojun Tianhe raised his foot and stepped onto the stage. At the same time, seven people walked away from the square, wearing the white robe of Guixumen, and the sword pattern on the robe was not One, the highest is eight——

Zheng Wan glanced at it, and he felt his eyes tingling and tears.

Looking around, the low-level disciples lowered their heads and rubbed their eyes while rubbing their eyes, while the slightly higher-level disciples raised their heads in amazement.

"I, Yuqingmen, is no more than a magical realm, and the four peak masters are all knowing the micro realm. But you see, the Guixu Gate, just these elders, the lowest is also the magical, the highest is still empty, and there is a person who is about to sit down Mingguang didn't come..."

Zi Xiu could not help but shook his head, "It's no match."

Zheng Wan got used to the meeting, and saw that all the eight Taoist monarchs and immortal monarchs were seated, both men and women. Some were young and young, but some had gray hair.

"Please sword!"

But seeing a purple light rising from the sky quietly, and then a white light as fast as a meteor, two sword lights suddenly came, ringing the sword platform for three weeks, suddenly yelling and screaming——

The long sword in the hands of the disciples of Guixu Sect was not controlled intentionally, and the tip of the sword tilted towards the sword stand together.

The same goes for expatriates.

"Fufeng and Zidian were invited out!"

Zheng Wan listened to the disciple who followed Daojun next to him and sighed, "When Tianhe Daojun is holding the ceremony of the venerable, when Mujianchi, please come out with a green leaf."

"Mu Jianchi? What does this mean?"

"At the beginning of the creation of the Guixu Sect, it dug a sword pond. There are countless strange swords in the sword pond. Every Guixu Sect sword repairman must enter the sword pond to soak once at the beginning. Take the sword. And after rising into the magical realm, you have to go back to the sword pond again to get your intentions. Fufeng and Zidian, the first one, but the legendary Fufeng Xianjun’s portable saber has risen to the immortal, and the second one. , It is the natal sword of Immortal Ben Lei. The two have been conceived for thousands of years, and the soul of the sword has long existed. According to rumors, no monk can invite these two swords at the same time. It can be seen—"

"No, look at it! Look at it!"

The man's voice changed with excitement.

Zheng Wan looked back subconsciously, but saw that where Fufeng and Zidian came, thousands of long swords flooded like dense Gui ants, covering the entire sky--

At this time, even the Taoists who were sitting still could not sit still.

They stood up one after another.

"Wanjian Chaozong?!" On the sword stage, Tianhe Daojun opened his big eyes and blushed with excitement. He slapped his thigh, "It is Wanjian Dynasty! Great Elder, it is Wanjian Dynasty!"

The great elder in the eight-kendo robe bursts into tears:

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the old man will see this situation in his lifetime..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the thousands of swords that covered the sky and covered the sun. They were placed under this sword and could not move.

Zheng Wan forcibly suppressed Feng Long who was about to emerge from his dantian.

At this moment, a stream of plumes of light rose from the dim sky, and ten thousand swords began to vibrate and roar. The streamer shot across the dim sky and shot from countless long swords. When it came close, the talents of stepping swords were in front of everyone. Show the true content.

His white robe was scattered, his ink hair was hanging slightly, and he slowly stepped down with his sword.

The breeze blew up his robe and lifted up his long hair. A lock of ink fell down, but the face became whiter, like a sculpture made of ice and snow, and his pupils became darker and colder than a **** and Buddha. .

The roar of Wan Jian ceased.

Cui Wang.

He seems to be colder.

Zheng Wan retracted his gaze and stopped looking at him.