"It's Li Feiyu!"
"Why is he here? Won't a fight break out?"
"Who do you think is stronger, Nan Murong or Li Feiyu?"
"Shh! How dare you say such a thing!"
"Watch your life!"
"..."
People in the martial arts world all looked at Li Feiyu in alarm.
Legend has it that wherever Li Feiyu went, rivers of blood flowed.
The last time Li Feiyu appeared was two and a half months ago, also at Juxian Manor, where a large number of people died, including the old manor lord You Ju and You Ji.
Murong Fu looked at the man with interest.
Without a doubt, it was Murong Bo in disguise.
Another bold voice came from another direction: "Hahaha! How could such a grand event be complete without me, Xiao Feng!"
This man had a sidelong glance, an unrestrained and arrogant air about him, looking down on all the other heroes.
"Xiao Feng!"
"This scoundrel actually dares to show himself!"
"Don't be impulsive. Have you forgotten? Last time, there were two Xiao Fengs. One of them was a villain in disguise. Chief Qiao is definitely innocent."
"Even if he is innocent, Qiao Feng is still a Khitan, not of our race, and his heart must be different!"
The group of martial arts practitioners stared at him in horror.
Murong Fu frowned slightly. He only wanted to have a low-key wedding, but he had attracted a bunch of cunning old foxes again.
Speak of the devil and he appears.
Qiao Feng appeared just in time, staring coldly at Xiao Yuanshan. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Senior, have I ever offended you? Why do you repeatedly impersonate me and commit evil deeds in my name?"
Qiao Feng only had time to say a few words before stepping into Juxian Manor, approaching Xue Muhua, and handing him a wooden box: "Divine Physician Xue, this is a ten-thousand-year-old snow lotus. Please save Xiaoyue."
Duan Xiaoyue looked at Qiao Feng with red eyes: "Brother Qiao, I'm much better now. I'm sorry to have troubled you so much."
Qiao Feng looked at Duan Xiaoyue, whose face was pale, and shook his head slightly: "It is my fault that you were injured. It is my duty to treat you."
As he spoke, he turned to Murong Fu and said, "Brother Murong, I'd like to trouble you to take care of Xiaoyue for me."
"You're too kind, Master Qiao. Xiaoyue is Duan Yu's half-sister. Even just for Duan Yu's sake, I will still do my best to help her."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and nodded.
Qiao Feng was stunned. His half-sister? Had he misheard, or had the Murong brothers misspoke?
But none of that matters anymore.
Qiao Feng's expression turned serious, and he looked coldly at Xiao Yuanshan.
"You escaped that day, so I, Qiao, will once again experience your superior skills!"
Qiao Feng spoke loudly, and before his words had even finished, a golden dragon roared and flew away.
Flying dragon in the sky!
Xiao Yuanshan's pupils contracted slightly. His adopted son's martial arts skills had improved again, and this move was even more powerful than it had been two and a half months ago!
But he's not made of clay, would a father be afraid of his son?
"Vajra Palm! Buddha saves all sentient beings!"
Xiao Yuanshan was enveloped in a Buddha-like light as he approached Qiao Feng.
The two men's fists and palms collided, like a thunderbolt exploding, displaying extraordinary power!
The newly renovated front yard of Juxianzhuang has once again become a ruin.
The courtyard wall was blown apart, and the ground was riddled with craters; even the aftershocks were enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Murong Bo crossed his arms and watched coldly: "Fight! It would be best if we all died together!"
The martial arts practitioners were dumbfounded. How could they possibly subdue such a demon with such power?
It seems we can only let this devil roam free for a while.
Inside the lobby.
Murong Fu turned to Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun and said, "Ladies, we don't need to worry about them. Let's continue with the wedding ceremony."
Li Qiushui, dressed in a red wedding gown, was breathtakingly beautiful, like a young woman of sixteen or seventeen.
Wu Xingyun has a youthful face and large breasts, and looks only thirteen or fourteen years old. However, in the Nine Provinces Continent, people over ten years old can get married, so getting married at thirteen or fourteen is perfectly normal.
Are you sure?
Li Qiushui looked at Murong Fu with a half-smile, then glanced at "Li Feiyu".
Murong Fu shrugged: "You want to back out?"
Li Qiushui shrugged indifferently: "Since you insist on this, then let's continue with the wedding ceremony."
However, Wu Xingyun looked unhappy. She had been kissed so passionately by Murong Fu yesterday that she had become a bride.
Murong Fu gave Wu Xingyun no chance to back out, reaching out to embrace her slender waist, instantly making Wu Xingyun's body go weak and her consciousness become hazy.
immediately.
Murong Fu gave Kumārajīva a wink.
Kumārajīva temporarily acted as the master of ceremonies and announced in a loud voice: "The bride and groom shall now perform the wedding ceremony."
"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"
"Bowing to the parents twice!"
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
Murong Fu was still performing the wedding ceremony normally, and many martial arts figures gathered around.
Although the battle between Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan was exciting, it was also dangerous. A slight misstep could have resulted in being swept away by the aftershocks of the battle.
"I am Wang Lu from the Tianshan Sect. I present this thousand-year-old ginseng to wish Young Master Murong a happy marriage."
Upon seeing that someone was giving a gift, and such a generous one at that, the others became anxious and rushed forward to offer their congratulations.
"I am Pei Yuan from Wanhua Valley. I present this painting by the Sage of Painting to wish Young Master Murong a son soon."
"I, Zhang Wuyou of Bihai Manor, present this Bihai Coral Tree as a congratulatory gift to Young Master Murong!"
"My name is Lin Daqing..."
Many people vied to present gifts, and these were all rare treasures that ordinary people could hardly see.
"Thank you all for your kindness, I will accept it."
Murong Fu looked around and smiled while clasping his hands in greeting.
Murong Bo leaped down and arrived in the middle of the hall, saying, "I also offer a greeting to Young Master Murong."
"Oh? What gift does Master Li wish to give?"
Murong Fu thought to himself with amusement, but on the surface he looked at him with a serious expression.
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