World Wide Martial Art

All this fell into Tian Wuguan's eyes. He sighed and shook his head, with a trace of hatred that iron could not be transformed into steel flashing in his eyes. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

In the spiritual confrontation between the two, Wu Kunlun could be described as being defeated.

As a beloved disciple, he was frightened by Ao Feibai's tragic situation. He was already afraid of Ye Feng in his heart, resulting in a lack of fighting spirit.

But... the fact is that the sky-level monster is enough for him to drink a pot. Coupled with Ye Feng's mental power, if he forces himself into battle, the chance of victory... is almost impossible.

"It seems that we still have to do that. Fortunately, I have other preparations."

An undetectable murderous intent rose up in his eyes, but soon dissipated. Tianwukian straightened his face and spoke with a bright smile.

"Very good. It seems that Prince Consort Ye Feng deserves his title and no one will challenge him. In that case, this elder hereby announces that the wedding celebrations of Prince Consort and Princess will begin... now!"

Uh-huh!

As he finished speaking, Wu Kunlun's eyes quickly looked at Tian Wukian. He was a little confused as to what his master meant.

However, Tianwu Gan didn't say anything. He just waved his hand and turned away.

"Master...what does this mean?"

He subconsciously turned around and asked Xiao Meier.

"The elder's intention is to tell the young master not to take action again." Xiao Meier said in a low voice with a hint of caution in her eyes.

"No! This is my last chance. Wu Ji is mine, and the Feihua Martial Veins are also mine."

Stung by Xiao Meier's gaze, Wu Kunlun's eyes quickly turned scarlet, and he let out a low roar as if he had lost his mind.

"Sir, you must not be impulsive. The Great Elder must have his reasons for not letting you take action. If you go against the Great Elder's wishes, even if you defeat and kill that boy, you will not be considered the Prince Consort of the Palace."

"At that time, not only will Princess Wu Ji kill you, but even the Great Elder will no longer protect you. The entire Eternal Life Palace and Ao Laihai will no longer have a place for you and me..."

Xiao Mei'er's words made Wu Kunlun sober up a little. He gritted his teeth unwillingly and said coldly, brushing his sleeves: "Okay, okay..."

"Ye Feng, one day, I will take back everything that belongs to me..."

Feeling that Wu Kunlun was about to kill, Ye Feng quietly breathed a sigh of relief and put the Demon Flame Dragon and Lion into his spirit beast bag.

He was also gambling just now.

Ye Feng was also unsure whether Wu Kunlun would take action. Once Wu Kunlun really fights to the death, even with the help of the Demon Flame Dragon and Lion, his end will be difficult to predict.

Fortunately, the other party showed timidity and got into trouble.

This bet was not placed on himself, but on Wu Kunlun's concerns.

Wu Kunlun was burdened with too much, including his reputation as the number one young person in the Eternal Life Palace, and his ambitions for Fei Hua Wumai and Wu Ji. The more he was burdened with, the harder it became to fight against the odds.

In comparison, his own purpose seems simple and obvious.

He was only for Wu Ji. As for life and death, he had already ignored it the moment he decided to enter Haiyan.

Facts have proved that he... made a right bet.

"Ye Prince Consort! Ye Prince Consort!"

Slowly looking at the surrounding water tribe warriors who were shouting like a tsunami, Ye Feng's nerves that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed completely.

The promise he made to Wu Ji has been fulfilled.

Thinking of how when he first came to the Palace of Eternal Life, he was made difficult by countless people, looked down upon, and worried about how to defeat Ao Feibai. Looking back now, feeling the heartfelt cheers of the water tribe warriors, Ye Feng's heart surged, and he felt that he It seems that it has reached a new peak.

The current feeling, in addition to the joy of conquest, also has a transcendent pleasure.

"Ye Prince Consort!"

After a brief commotion, a loud shout broke out from somewhere in the crowd.

"Li Zengye, congratulations to your consort, this is a great gift for your consort, please don't refuse."

"I, Mo Zigui, are polite. I have known for a long time that the Prince Consort will win. As expected, this healing elixir is my gift to the Prince Consort and the Princess."

Two figures quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Ye Feng. They were the ninth and twelfth person on the Shenglong Ranking who had been kicked out of the Grand Formation Trial.

“The cause that is sown must bear fruit.”

With a bit of relief in his eyes, Ye Feng did not refuse and accepted the gifts from the two of them. After a slight hesitation, he flicked out a scroll.

It is a training scroll for the flame sword technique.

"The two of you can be ranked in the top ten of the Shenglong Ranking. I don't need to say more about your martial arts talents. However, I see that both of you are mainly practicing fire attributes. This martial skill is not too strong. It is only the best in the earth level, but it can Matching the fire-attribute martial arts may be a little bit helpful to improve the combat power of the two."

The two of them were stunned on the spot, feeling the faint aura coming from the scroll, and both looked flattered.

After watching the fierce battle between Ye Feng and Ao Feibai, everyone knew that none of the martial arts skills performed by this human race prince-in-law were below the earth level.

The two of them sincerely thanked Ye Feng for the gift of the elixir, and for defeating Ao Feibai of the Silver Dragon Palace, so they stepped forward to congratulate him. Unexpectedly, Ye Feng reciprocated by gifting him earth-level martial arts.

The earth-level masterpieces are just a step away from the heaven-level ones. Even in the Palace of Eternal Life, they cannot be underestimated. Ordinary warriors are not qualified to obtain them.

"Thank you, Prince Consort! If Prince Consort doesn't mind, I will be willing to follow Prince Consort from now on!"

Mo Zigui was the first to react, took the scroll, knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Feng, and said in a sonorous tone.

"Yes, please promise me, Prince Consort." Li Zengye also knelt down on the ground.

"You two are serious, as long as you look up to me, Ye Feng, we will all be brothers from now on."

Reaching out to help the two of them up, Ye Feng smiled.

Seeing that Ye Feng was so approachable and showed no aloofness, but instead presented him with martial arts skills, many water tribe warriors present became excited.

Originally, they had more or less concerns about Ye Feng's human identity, but now that Li Zengye and Mo Zigui were having such a quarrel, that suspicion was thrown out of the window on the spot.

"Consort Ye! Consort Ye..."

Shouts and cheers rang out again, and the entire Changsheng Palace area was filled with the words "Ye Feng". Sensing everyone's recognition of Ye Feng, Princess Wu Ji finally put down her slightly uneasy heart, and her face She showed a charming smile...

"The wedding ceremony... begins!"

With the sound of a golden gong, the wedding ceremony officially began. Thousands of jade tables were placed on the table, and maids in beautiful clothes came in an endless stream. Jade plates filled with delicacies and gold bottles with fine wine were served one by one.

Wu Ji covered her face with a red hijab and stood side by side with Ye Feng surrounded by everyone.

Amidst the commotion, people kept falling to the ground drunk, still shouting to themselves to pour wine, and the sky filled with laughter and laughter.

Except for the cold-looking Wu Gu and some disciples of the Silver Dragon Palace, the entire wedding ceremony was a joyous scene.

Contrary to his fighting strength, Ye Feng felt a little dizzy after a few glasses of wine. Sometime later, he was pushed into the festively decorated princess hall by a group of water tribe warriors.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Ye Feng fell down and lay on the ground.

After completely relaxing and having a feast, the pain caused by the battle began to spread from his limbs, making him groan uncontrollably.

Looking at Ye Feng, who was frowning crazily, Wu Ji laughed out loud. She took out a pill and fed it into Ye Feng's mouth, and then moved Ye Feng to Yuya's bed.

Reaching out and caressing Ye Feng's somewhat embarrassed face, Wu Ji blushed and couldn't help but stare blankly.

This is a face that is not very handsome, and it still has a lot of scars. Ye Feng is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his cheeks... have a maturity that does not belong to his age.

As long as this man is by her side, Wu Ji feels that her heart will become extremely peaceful, no matter how dangerous she encounters.

Wu Ji reached out and gently touched Ye Feng's face. Wu Ji leaned down and gently rested her head on Ye Feng's chest before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

The worries and anxieties of the past few days were gone, and I naturally slept extremely sweetly...