I, the villain of Destiny, started with holding the male chief's sacrificial flag

Hearing the words of the mustache, all the boys and girls were stunned, and they couldn't figure out how precious it was to be worthy of the mustache. They would rather let the Chiyanzong run difficult for the next few decades, and they must enter this inner area.

After a while, nearly half of the seats in the square were occupied.

"How long do we have to wait like this?" The girl's voice was full of boredom.

Most of the people in the square did not know each other, and they were not cultivated enough, so they were not suitable to join other crowds, so they could only sit bored in every possible way.

She was so bored that she wanted to doze off on the table.

The middle-aged man with a mustache was about to say something.

Suddenly, he saw a tall and thin man not far away, jumping to the high platform floating in mid-air.

There was only that thin and tall man on the high platform.

The square was silent for a moment.

The man stood on a high platform and clasped his fists in all directions: "Ning Wushuang, Ning family, I have met all of you, I sincerely represent my Ning family, thank you all for coming to congratulate..."

"The Peerless Saint is polite."

"I have heard that Young Master Ning is unparalleled in talent, and no one in the same realm is his equal enemy. Now that Princess Hanyue of the Hefeng Empire has made a marriage contract, it is already an honor for me to come to congratulate her."

"I've heard for a long time that Young Master Ning and Princess Hanyue are a match made in heaven. It's really lucky to finally have the opportunity to meet today."

People who knew Ning Wushuang all stood up to return the salute.

The remaining people who were weaker and had only heard about Ning Wushuang got up in shock.

"The Peerless Saint?"

"I didn't expect the unparalleled sage to be in person. The junior has never seen the ceremony before, and I asked the sage to forgive me."

"I have seen the Peerless Saint."

It's hard to hide the horror.

Ning Wushuang laughed loudly: "Haha, you are welcome, there is no such thing as a unparalleled saint today... Don't be cautious, just treat me as an ordinary person who presides over a marriage contract."

Having said that... most people still insisted on the salute, and then re-seated with the large group.

Ning Wushuang looked out of the square: "Come on!"

Dozens of men in green shirts appeared outside the square.

"Although the auspicious time has not yet arrived, many guests have come from afar, how can we neglect many guests? Why don't you bring tea, melons and fruits!"

Then Ning Wushuang looked at the guests: "Please don't dislike some ordinary tea and fruits."

Many Tsing Yi people left.

The table and chair where the Red Flame Sect is located.

The young man's eyes widened: "Father, a unparalleled saint... who is respected as a saint, is he a strong man in the Martial Saint Realm."

Martial Saint Realm, for Chi Yanzong... is so far away, even if the mustache is the cultivation base of Martial Master, it is only one step away from Martial Saint, but it is still far away!

Wu Zunjing, as long as he is not close to the four major forces, he can dominate one side, but if he is close to the four major forces, although he is considered strong, he is only considered strong!
And what about Wu Sheng?

Unless they are already hostile, if not, the strong ones in the Martial Saint Realm will be guests if they approach the four major forces!
The voice of the horoscope trembled slightly: "The Lord of Ning's Divine City, Ning Wushuang, the unparalleled sage, the most powerful man in the late stage of Wusheng... I heard that he practiced the unparalleled method of the Ning's protoss.

After a pause, the mustache smiled wryly again: "This is not the scariest thing... the scariest thing is that the unparalleled saint has long been able to aspire to the realm of Emperor Wudi, but he has never broken through."

"Can break through but not break through? Why?" The boys and girls opened their mouths wide, full of disbelief.

"peak."

After finishing speaking, the nonsense voice became slightly hurried: "The Wushuang Saint is very ambitious. According to reports, his goal is not only the Martial Emperor, but the Martial Immortal, and even above the Martial Immortal! He wants to cultivate to the peak of the Martial Saint, break through the Martial Emperor with the most terrifying foundation, and then use this to attack the Martial Immortal and the realm above the Martial Immortal..."

The boys and girls were all stunned: "No wonder he is called Wushuang, and he has such a terrifying background..."

Not wanting to, the girl suddenly flashed a bright light: "What about Young Master Ning? The terrifying Peerless Saint belongs to the Ning Divine Clan. As the Young Master of the Ning Divine Clan, Ning You is even more evil?"

The mustache face was stunned, and he stared blankly at the sacred mountain in the blurry sky.

It took a long time before I whispered weakly: "Young Master Ning's progress is almost difficult for outsiders to know... I only know that since Young Master Ning began to practice, martial apprentices, warriors, martial masters and martial kings, all four realms have set foot on the road of evildoers."

At the end of the speech, the mustache smiled wryly again: "Except for the realm of the Martial King, it can be confirmed that Ning You's cultivation has reached the peak state. The three realms of martial arts, martial artist and martial artist, except for the Ning clan, no one knows how far he has cultivated. We only know that since he started to practice, no one in the same realm can make him make the second sword.

"So scary? Couldn't we see him when he signed the marriage contract today?" The girl's eyes widened.

The middle-aged man with a mustache stroked his beard: "I don't ask much of you. If you can have one-tenth of the ability of Young Master Ning, I will die and be satisfied in this life. As for seeing him... it should be impossible. The only guests who are qualified to let him entertain are those who are not weaker than the power of the Ning clan."

Tea, melons and fruits are here.

Several attendants put a teapot on the table where the Red Flame Sect was, and took out several fruit plates.

Then an attendant stood still behind the table: "Guests, the sage ordered that today is a day of great joy, please relax and enjoy, I will add more to the guests at any time here..."

"This is the lotus seed of Qingling. It is said that ordinary martial artists only need to eat one to directly break through the King of Martial Arts..."

"There's more here. This is a giant spirit fruit. If one piece enters the stomach, as long as the body can bear it, it can add a thousand pounds of strength for nothing!"

"This is the Concentration Fruit, a treasure that greatly enhances the soul..."

The boys and girls looked at the melons and fruits on the table with shock and disbelief on their faces.

They didn't know what the tea was, they just recognized a small part of the melons and fruits on the table.

But what they recognize, no matter what it is, as long as they take it out, it will definitely bring bloody treasures.

Even if it is the Red Flame Sect, if it has several at the same time, it will inevitably attract covetousness from all around. Countless forces join forces to attack the Red Flame Sect and snatch it, causing the Red Flame Sect to bleed like a river.

But here, like the most common fruit, enjoy it casually?

To put it bluntly, the congratulatory gifts they gave before can be exchanged for two or three fruits at most...

"Really eat casually?" The mustache asked the attendants regardless of the demeanor of the master of the sect.

"Of course it is true." The attendant nodded with a smile.

Secretly a little disdainful, it really only came from a small place!

Then the attendant touched his chubby belly, feeling helpless in his heart...could he say that he was already fed up quietly?If it wasn't for his lack of cultivation, if it wasn't for his physical body being unable to support it, if it wasn't for worrying that if he continued to eat it, he would explode and die, he could still eat it!
Bazihu ​​didn't care about the attendant, so he shouted through the sound transmission: "Let go of your stomach and eat..."

"Screw rustle..."

Except for a small number of people with advanced cultivation bases, many people are like reincarnated ghosts from starvation...

high tower.

Ning Wushuang looked at the scene below, shook his head indistinctly, and cursed a fool secretly.