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"Master Xuanyuan is satisfied, as long as he is satisfied, I have already discussed the date of your wedding with Patriarch Xuanyuan, and you just came today, so I will ask someone to call Yanran here, so you can have a good chat and exchange feelings."

Dongfang Teng said.

"No, I'll go see Miss Dongfang in person."

Xuanyuan Hong shook his head and said.

Dongfang Yanran, in a small courtyard full of peach blossoms, Dongfang Yanran was wearing a long yellow dress, her face was as delicate as a fairy, her waterfall-like hair was hanging over her shoulders, she was sitting on a round table, admiring the blooming flowers in front of her. peach blossom.

At this moment, this scene, combined with the existence of Dongfang Yanran, who is as beautiful as a fairy, is really picturesque.

"People are like flowers, flowers are like people, they really complement each other, what a picture of peach blossom beauty!"

Xuanyuan Hong walked in, looked at Dongfang Yanran and said softly, with a smile on his face.

"Master Xuanyuan, why are you here?"

Dongfang Yanran watched Xuanyuan Hong appear, and a strange look flashed in her eyes.

"What? Miss Dongfang doesn't welcome me?"

Xuanyuan Hong walked to Dongfang Yanran and sat down, and said with a smile.

"How could it be? How could I not welcome the young patriarch of the Xuanyuan clan, the reclusive arrogance of heaven."

Dongfang Yanran exhaled like blue and said.

"Yan Ran, it won't be long before our two families will get married, and then you will be my wife, Xuanyuan Hong."

Xuanyuanhong looked at Dongfang Yanran and said directly.

Dongfang Yanran said calmly: "Master Xuanyuan, although my uncle agreed to marry you Xuanyuan clan, but I haven't agreed yet, and I'm not afraid to tell you, in fact, I already have a marriage contract."

"I know, it was your father, the former patriarch of the Dongfang Clan, who made a verbal marriage contract with a secular Xiao family child, betrothing you to the descendants of this Xiao family child."

Xuanyuan Hong said lightly.

"You know? Then you still plan to marry me?"

Dongfang Yanran looked at Xuanyuanhong with a strange look in her eyes.

"This is just a verbal engagement, and your father has passed away, and the person from the Xiao family has disappeared, so this engagement naturally doesn't count."

"And as the young lady of your Dongfang family, how can you be with a secular boy? This is not only an insult to the Dongfang family, but also a blasphemy against you."

Xuanyuan Hong said softly, his expression indifferent.

"Master Xuanyuan, this is my business and has nothing to do with you. Let me tell you the truth, I don't like you. Even if we become a couple in the end, there won't be any good results."

Dongfang Yanran stood up and said to Xuanyuanhong.

"I believe that I, Xuanyuan Hong, can make you fall in love with me,

And that kid who has a marriage contract with you, I really want to meet him. "

There was a smile on the corner of Xuanyuan Hong's mouth.

"What do you want to do?"

Dongfang Yanran's expression changed, she turned around abruptly, staring at Xuanyuan Hong.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him, because he is not worthy of me to kill him!"

Xuanyuan Hong smiled lightly, subconsciously full of contempt for the boy who had a marriage contract with Dongfang Yanran, and he didn't take it to heart.

"Yan Ran, get ready to be my bride."

Xuanyuanhong said a word and left the small courtyard.

"I hope I don't hurt you."

Dongfang Yanran muttered to herself, and the image of meeting Xiao Yifeng at school that day appeared in her mind.

Huaxia, Lingyin Temple.

In a main hall, under a golden Buddha, an old monk wearing a red cassock with nine ring scars on his head was sitting on a futon, his eyes were closed, and he muttered silently that he was the abbot of Lingyin Temple Wu read.

"Master, I'm chanting scriptures again, don't you feel bored chanting scriptures all day long?"

At this time, a frivolous voice sounded, and a young monk rushed in wearing a monk's robe, with a playful smile on his face, it was the extremely good-looking monk Qijie that Xiao Yifeng met in Dongying back then.

"Seven Precepts, I'm out of customs, and my strength has improved quite well, but this is the place where the Buddha is enshrined, so don't be playful and smiley. This is because you can't help the Buddha. Kneel down!"

Wu Nian shouted solemnly.

"oh!"

Qijie curled his lips and knelt on the ground.

"Qi Jie, your strength has improved a lot. This time, the traces of the relics of the Dou Zhan Buddha have been found. This time, you and the elders will go together to find the tomb of the Dou Zhan Buddha."

'"Be sure to enter it to get the inheritance of the holy Buddha. This Dou Zhan holy Buddha is a generation of Buddhist powers with great strength. If you can get his inheritance, you will surely ascend to the sky and your strength will increase. I win glory at Lingyin Temple."

Wu Nian stared at Qi Jie, and said with a serious face.

"Understood, Master."

Qijie nodded.

"However, Mingwang Temple and Jiaye Temple will also participate this time, and other martial arts forces may also appear. It is not so easy for you to obtain the inheritance of the Holy Buddha."

Said without thinking solemnly.

"No way, Master, you let me compete with so many people, and you want to get the inheritance of the Holy Buddha. This is too embarrassing for me. With so many forces competing, I might be killed at any time."

Qijie pouted.

"I still understand you kid. You don't want to die. It's not that easy to die. And this time there are elders and several heads here, so you don't have to worry about anything."

Wu Nian said lightly.

"But you must not mess around when you go down the mountain this time."

Wu Nian asked again.

"knew."

Qijie said, but a wicked smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

Yanjing, in a villa in the Champs Elysees Garden.

Xiao Yifeng was cultivating in the room, and behind him was a flying knife formed by condensing twenty-five stars.

And in Xiao Yifeng's brain, the soul that had transformed into a star shone with light.

Although it was daytime at this time, there was still a powerful star energy falling from the sky and entering Xiao Yifeng's body.

Ever since Xiao Yifeng's soul transformed into the current appearance during the magic sound test in Tianyinzhai, Xiao Yifeng felt that the speed at which he absorbed the energy of the stars had greatly increased.

Moreover, each absorption is several times larger than before, even during the day, he can absorb a large amount of star energy for his cultivation, which also greatly increases Xiao Yifeng's cultivation speed.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yifeng's cell phone rang suddenly. He stopped practicing, took out his cell phone and saw that it was Zhang Xinlan's call.

"Hey, Xinlan!"

Xiao Yifeng answered the phone and said.

"Xiao Yifeng!"

A hoarse and vicissitudes old man's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Who are you? Where is Xinlan?"

Xiao Yifeng frowned, his face darkened.

"I'm Situ Lie, the father of Situ Cheng who was deposed by you. If you want to see this little beauty, come to Situ's house alone, or you won't be able to see her."

After Situ Lie said this, he hung up the phone.