Chapter 251 The Crown Prince’s Wedding

"It is said that Han Xuanbing, the leader of Hanxue Pavilion, killed all emotions and had a cold heart in order to become a saint."

"Sure enough, Hanxue Pavilion would not be outdone. They actually asked the leader of Hanxue Pavilion to come and preside over the event."

The dean of Wusheng College arrived, and Hanxue Pavilion would naturally not lose its courtesy. Han Xuanbing, the leader of Hanxue Pavilion, came in person.

"President Lei, Clan Leader Cheng, Clan Leader Tang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Han Xuanbing stepped over the ice bridge and landed on the stands. He sat on the other side of the stands and spoke to the three tallest people on the stands.

Although this was a greeting, Han Xuanbing's voice was still extremely cold and calm, as if he was talking to a stranger.

But the three people were obviously not surprised, and they all greeted Han Xuanbing.

It was considered a return greeting.

Following Han Xuanbing down the ice bridge were the people from the First Level Hanxue Pavilion. The Grand Elders and countless disciples of the Hanxue Pavilion were all out.

Among the crowd, the most eye-catching person was Han Yueli, who was wearing a red dress and a veil on her head. She walked down with the help of everyone.

Some strong men who had reached the Wind Control Realm could see that Han Yueli was under a ban that blocked her spiritual power, and she was only now being helped down.

"Junior Sister Han, don't struggle anymore. What's wrong with marrying the prince? In the future, you will be the dean of Wusheng College. Countless people want to marry him but it's too late."

Beside Han Yueli, a disciple of the Hanxue Pavilion whispered to persuade her, but saw that Han Yueli didn't say anything, only had a cold face, and just snorted.

Han Yueli was helped down, and all the disciples of the Hanxue Pavilion took their seats.

"Do you still want to resist in this world?"

Zhi Lingtian, who was standing below and greeting everyone, sneered.

Today's wedding is a big one, so even if you resist, it will be meaningless.

The wedding time is set at noon. There are still two hours left, and countless warriors have come to offer gifts.

Countless forces in Wusheng Kingdom have all sent gifts, and the several Wusheng Academy disciples who are responsible for the announcement have basically not stopped.

"Yan Mang, the leader of the Zhuyan Sect, has arrived!"

The announcement shifted the attention of countless people, and saw a red-haired old man walking on the strongest side, striding forward.

This red-haired old man, with a face full of arrogance, is Yan Mang, the leader of the Zhuyan Sect, and also a saint in Wusheng Kingdom. Behind him, there are more than a dozen disciples of the Zhuyan Sect, coming together.

"Brother Yan is here!"

Lei Che, the dean of Wusheng Academy, and Cheng Xiantian and Tang Jiansheng stood up together to welcome him.

When other warriors came to congratulate, the three of them nodded, but when Yan Mang, who was also a saint, came, they naturally stood up to greet him.

"Please take a seat."

"How can I not come to such a grand wedding?"

Yan Mang laughed and said to the disciples of Zhu Yan Sect behind him.

"Open the things."

"Yes."

The countless disciples of Zhu Yan Sect below said in unison, and opened a huge wooden box. In this wooden box, there was an extremely huge fire coral.

"Thousand-year fire coral! It's a thousand-year fire coral!"

"Zhu Yan Sect is so generous that they actually sent such a valuable gift!"

"Thousand-year fire coral, this is an earth-level spiritual medicine. For some fire-type warriors, it is even enough to be equivalent to the effect of a heaven-level spiritual medicine. This kind of fire coral grows from lava. It is not easy to get it. It is simply priceless."

Some onlookers exclaimed. They knew that the gifts given by Zhu Yan Sect would never be bad, but they didn't expect it to be so valuable.

"This is the gift from Yan."

"Thank you for the generous gift, Master Yan."

When Zhi Lingtian saw the thousand-year-old fire coral, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly thanked him.

"Lingtian, you don't need to be polite. When you inherit the position of the dean in the future, you will be on an equal footing with me."

Yan Mang glanced at Zhi Lingtian and said.

"No, Lingtian hasn't really broken through yet, so he is not the dean of Wusheng College yet."

Zhi Lingtian smiled, but didn't refute. In his opinion, the position of the dean of Wusheng College is a sure thing.

As long as he refines all the medicinal power of the Holy Grass, it will be enough to break through the Divine Power Realm and become a Saint. Then he can naturally become the new generation of the dean of Wusheng College in one fell swoop.

The two talked for a while and then left.

"Xuan Yin Body! After the wedding today, it will be my breakthrough moment!"

Zhi Lingtian looked in the direction of Han Yueli, with a bit of greed in his eyes, as if he was looking at a treasure, a treasure that could help him break through.

"The master of Sanxian Island is here!"

In the air, a huge bronze door condensed. This is the Xianxuan Gate of Sanxian Island. He walked out from the Central Immortal Road, looked at everyone, and fell down.

Although Fang Xiandao has not yet entered the realm of a saint, several saints present also stood up and paid respect.

Fang Xiandao's realm is still at the semi-saint level, but with the Immortal Mystery Gate, he is already able to control the power of space, which is not much different from a true saint. Naturally, he is also valued by other saints and they are equal.

The gift sent by Sanxian Island is a deep-sea salvia miltiorrhiza. Although it is not as precious as the thousand-year-old fire coral, it can also nourish people's qi and blood. It is said to have the effect of flesh and bones. As long as they are not dead, they can use the sea salvia miltiorrhiza to rescue people. It is also an extremely precious spiritual medicine.

"Thank you, Lord Fang."

Zhi Lingtian replied politely.

"No problem."

Compared with Yan Mang, Fang Xiandao just waved his hand and took a seat without saying anything more.

After a while, a gust of wind swept in, but this gust of wind was not hostile. Everyone understood that the last of the four major sects, the Fengshen Sect, had also arrived.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Today is quite lively."

A cheerful middle-aged man fell from the strong wind. Although he was not good-looking, he was a saint, the leader of the Fengshen Sect, Fenghua.

"The leaders of the four major sects are all here."

"With Wusheng College, I'm afraid all the strong men in the entire Wusheng Kingdom are here."

Some people talked about it. It was a feast for the eyes to see so many strong men.

"No, there is still a person from another force who has not come."

A warrior said in a deep voice that the current Wusheng Kingdom is not only Wusheng College and the four major sects, but also a force that has risen.

"The prince's wedding, I will naturally not be absent from the black market!"

A loud laugh suddenly sounded.

Several black-clothed men suddenly fell from the sky. Where did they come from? No one noticed for a while.

"These people are from the black market!"

"People from the black market are here too!"

"Who is that person? Could he be the current Saint of the black market?"

Today's fourth update is here. Thanks to the leader of the Caidao Gang and the three brothers.

We are currently laying the groundwork. The excitement is yet to come. Don't worry.