Overgod Ascension

In Tianyuan Holy Land, there is a scene of lanterns and colorful decorations.

The ground is covered with bright red silk and satin, and the various palaces and jade buildings are indispensable with wedding lanterns and tassel decorations. Each disciple is wearing a bright red dress and is busy with joy to welcome visitors from all directions.

After all, this is the wedding of their sect master, the number one in the celestial rankings, ‘Ao Gongzi’ Dugu Ao!

She even married a saint from the Qinglian Holy Land! The other party almost used the entire sect as a dowry! The meaning of this is naturally no small matter! It represents the complete surrender of another holy land!

At the mountain gate, there was a bustling crowd, and it was obvious that all the major forces in the world came to congratulate him.

Many martial arts tycoons and powerful men are not blind. On the contrary, they are competing against one another. Naturally, we can see the great significance of this wedding - through marriage, Tianyuan and Diji Holy Land have merged, and now there is Qinglian. Holy Land, there is no telling that in the future, a unified force similar to the Wu Dynasty will rise in the world of Shenwu!

Therefore, no matter how reluctant he is in his heart, he even wishes that Dugu Ao would go crazy and die immediately. At this time, the leaders of various forces must be respectful and come to congratulate him with a smile, for fear that if the etiquette is slightly disrespectful, he will be the first person afterwards. liquidation.

"The Sanyang Sect of Xingwu County has burnt the penis of its Yang-refining hand! I offer you as a congratulatory gift three thousand-year-old ginseng and fifty pairs of flawless jade..."

Following the shouts of the welcoming guests, Ding Jiao entered the mountain gate with two disciples behind him, looking somewhat dazed.

"It turns out to be Senior Lian Yang Shou Ding, please come this way!"

The person who came to greet the guests was just an ordinary disciple. Although he was smiling, his face was still childish, and the fuzz at the corners of his mouth was very obvious.

‘The Tianyuan Holy Land is so grand, and such a young kid is sent to greet me! ’

Ding Jiao was discouraged, but there was nothing he could do about it. He still had a smile on his face: "You lead the way!"

But it is clear that to a giant-level force like Tianyuan Holy Land, the Sanyang Sect, which is second to only one county and has only himself, the Earth Yuan warrior, is really nothing.

Of course, if I didn't have some martial arts power, I might not even be able to enter the mountain gate today!

Inside the Tianyuan Holy Land, there was a bustling crowd, and obviously there were many people who came to congratulate him. Ding Jiao followed the disciple, and his eyes suddenly widened, and a huge square appeared, with hundreds of tables piled full of seats. Delicious delicacies and fine wines are served on flowing racks.

"Senior Ding, your place is here!"

The disciple took him to a banquet slightly in front of the square and sat down. From here further in, you can see a magnificent palace. From time to time, one or several people were respectfully invited by the smiling deacon. enter.

"In the main hall, I'm afraid only those who are from the Holy Land or the Celestial Elephant Warrior can enter..."

Ding Jiao dismissed the disciple casually, but he was a bit self-deprecating: "Fortunately, it's not bad here. At least I can barely see the inside of the palace. It's not first-class, but it can be considered second-class and top-notch..."

"It turns out to be Brother Ding!"

At this time, a fat man in blue shirt on the left said hello. Ding Jiao looked at it and recognized him as an acquaintance. He immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Lan Da is here too?"

"How could you not come to the wedding of Mr. Ao?"

Although the fat blue man was smiling all over his face, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was still keenly caught by Ding Jiao.

"It turns out to be Sect Master Ding, who lives in Xia Qinghe County..."

The people on his left and right hands were famous people from the nearby counties, and they had a close relationship with Ding Jiao. At this time, they all came forward to greet him one by one.

As the leader of a sect, Ding Jiao is naturally well-rounded and polite. He greets everyone one by one without making any mistakes, and he treats others very decently.

After all, people in the world value righteousness over life, and care more about face and reputation. Everyone present is a big boss. If you are considered to be disrespectful and deliberately disrespectful, you will be in big trouble in the future.

This etiquette was naturally extremely complicated. When Ding Jiao sat down again, he was surprised to find that all the guests had arrived. At the auspicious time, the orchestra was playing music, the bells and drums were ringing, and the harp and harp were playing together, which was quite melodious and beautiful.

"I have always heard that Saint Qinglian is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and today I can finally see her..."

The fat man next to him chuckled.

Ding Jiao knew that this man had special martial arts skills, a strong yang, and a fishy sex. Although he had not done anything offensive, he had many concubines and was very famous. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Lan Da I'm so moved by the scene, could it be that after I go back, I want to have another concubine?"

This is a joke, because every time the fat blue man takes a concubine, he does it with great fanfare, spreading invitations, asking for gifts, and exploiting the surrounding gangs to such an extent that they almost lose their money and move their entire sect.

"Exactly!"

Fatty Lan smiled proudly: "I have already taken my fancy to a woman and will take her as my concubine in the 72nd room on the 15th of next month. I would like to come over and have a glass of wine as a favor!"

Ding Jiao's smile faltered, remembering the last time the fat man was so happy that he had given him a hundred taels of gold as a gift, but he secretly felt pain in his heart.

This person is extremely rich in money and face. For this gift, it is definitely not worth it to offend the masters of Earth Yuan. But for one hundred taels of gold and seventy-two concubines, it is seven thousand two hundred taels of gold! ! !

This was because Ding Jiao lowered He Yi again and again several times later. However, no matter how low he was, he was afraid that the fat man would fall out, so when he agreed, his heart was bleeding.

Even though he is the leader of a sect and controls a county, the thousands of warriors below him are dependent on him for their livelihood and they are unable to make a living. It is true that even the landlords have no food left in their homes.

'I heard that this fat blue guy's life is comparable to that of a prince, without the burdens of a sect, and he is extremely free... Sigh... It's a pity that I can't imitate him...'

Ding Jiao sighed secretly.

Several people exchanged cups and cups, and finally got down to business.

"This time for Young Master Ao's wedding, some sects are ready to spend all their money to please him, and even abandon their founder and face!"

A dark-faced man next to him pursed his lips: "Have you seen those tables at the front? They all offer the sect's inherited treasures, or the martial arts secrets at the bottom of the box as gifts. It's really shameless to be a son of a man! "

"Really?"

Ding Jiao originally thought that he was bleeding heavily this time, but now that he heard this, the wrist holding the wine glass couldn't help but tremble, and he secretly thought in his heart: "80% of these surrendered sects have stooges, maybe they are secretly secretly employed by Tianyuan Holy Land." The forces of development, like this at this time, are making moves and leading the trend. If we don't surrender, disaster is right in front of us... We really deserve to be killed! ’

"Then, which family does Brother Black Faced God belong to?"

The blue fat man next to him had a flash of blue in his pupils and asked with a slight smile.

"I, Lao Hei, naturally belong to no one..."

The black-faced god smiled heartily, touched the wine glass to his lips, and pretended to be mysterious: "There are only a few remaining holy places, are they willing to be merged into Tianyuan Holy Land? So let's not say more, just watch..."

When he said these words, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Do you have any news?"

The minds of Ding Jiao, Fatty Lan and other warriors were immediately aroused.

Naturally, they would not have the guts to let them carry on the alliance of Tianyuan Holy Land, Diji Holy Land, and Qinglian Holy Land alone.

But if there is a leader, and even if the leader also belongs to the Holy Land, then it is a different matter. If that happens, they will naturally not mind secretly adding fuel to the flames.

After all, I would rather be a chicken head than a cow queen!

As a warrior, he naturally has this kind of arrogance in his heart.

Even if you are not a warrior, once you have tasted the joy of monopolizing power, how many people are willing to surrender to others?

"Saint Qinglian has arrived!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the front. It spread to ten people and hundreds of people. The whole square suddenly became solemn, and thousands of pairs of eyes stared in the direction of the mountain gate.

clank!

The eight piano sounds sounded one after another, like a dream in a garden, ethereal and refined.

Two rows of girls in green clothes walked in, carrying palace lanterns and blowing fans. They looked pretty and lovely, and their beauty was delicious, which made many martial arts giants give thumbs up: "I have always heard that the women from the Qinglian Holy Land are refined and refined, and they are just ordinary female disciples. It’s all like this, but I wonder how graceful that Qinglian Saintess must be?”

In the midst of my reverie, a hint of fragrance lingered, the space was mysterious and light, with a Zen feel.

Surrounded by nine Holy Lotus envoys, the head of the Qinglian Sect walked in with the hand of the Qinglian Saint.

Everyone held their breath.

The head of the Qinglian Sect is a middle-aged lady, wearing a phoenix hairpin, a golden green robe with tassels sweeping the floor, and she is graceful and graceful. It can be imagined that she was a beauty who was famous all over the world when she was young.

The Nine Lotus Holy Envoys are also extraordinary. The ten beauties are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. Each is good at winning, but they are all outcompeted by the girl in the center.

She only wore a green shirt, which was too plain. Only the two big red ribbons on her shoulders gave her a bridal look. Her face was lightly painted with powder and covered with a layer of tulle, covering half of her beautiful face. But a pair of eyes that are as bright as stars and all-encompassing, as if they contain all the beauty in the world, are already worth the price of admission.

The arrival of the Green Lotus Saint is like a clear spring flowing slowly, like hibiscus coming out of clear water, naturally without any decorations, the purest 'natural beauty'!

"good!"

Even though they couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture, just looking at her graceful figure and pair of eyes already convinced everyone present that this woman must be of peerless beauty, and they couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts: "This woman is really a good match for Mr. Ao." A perfect match, a match made in heaven, a match made in heaven!"

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"My bride is here!"

After the main hall, Dugu Ao was dressed in a bright red dress. He spread his hands and let Bi Qiu smooth out every wrinkle on his body.

"Young Master is very happy. If the master and his wife see you, they will also be extremely happy!"

Bi Qiu tied Dugu Ao's belt, hung a red sachet on it, and sent Dugu Ao out the door.

Dugu Ao strode out and turned around inadvertently. When he saw Bi Qiu standing leaning against the door, like a stone looking at her husband, a trace of unbearability emerged in his heart: 'After the Saint Qinglian comes through, give her a title! ’

This thought was just a flash, and he immediately forgot about it, and he greeted the bride with a smile on his face.

That is his real battlefield today!