What can be called a sword by practitioners is a real sword.

Magic weapon level sword weapon.

For a sword cultivator, a magic weapon of sword power may double its bonus to combat power.

Yao Guangcheng was a sword in his own hands, fighting against several times the enemy. The sword in his hand was a magic weapon, and it was a magic weapon and was cultivated with his life.

After he broke his soul, the magic sword also shattered.

When he heard Zhao Yang say that there was a sword, a trace of light flashed slightly in Mu Canghe's eyes.

"It is said that today, the sword will be sent away as the dowry of the daughter of the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect." Zhao Yang suddenly spoke again.

Mu Canghe looked at Zhao Yang with his eyes moving.

Zhao Yang smiled and took out a big red invitation.

"The young master of Tiezui Cliff, thousands of miles away, came to the banquet, but he somehow lost the invitation."

Mu Canghe reached out to take the invitation, looked through it, and nodded. Then he withdrew his spiritual power, and his blue robe instantly turned pale blue. His originally vicissitudes of face turned white, and he became more than ten years younger.

The rotten sword behind him also changed its appearance, shining with inspiration, like a precious magic weapon.

Well, it looks like a little nouveau riche.

Going towards the Limestone Sword Sect, along the way, I met many practitioners one after another.

After all, this is an eighth-grade sect, and it still has a considerable prestige within a radius of thousands of miles.

Most of the practitioners around them carry long swords, and many of them are above the foundation building.

In the Northern Region, the level of practice is indeed much higher than that in the Western Regions.

"Welcome fellow Taoists to come and watch the ceremony. Please go to the hall to attend the seat." Outside a tall mountain gate based on blue jade, several old men wearing big red brocade robes were there to welcome the guests.

From the mountain gate, it is lush and lush within dozens of miles, with various spiritual plants and herbs. This scene shines with the surrounding white snow, showing a bit of fairy spirit.

The old welcomers just stood there with a smile, but their eyes were very keen to scan every guest who came.

Mu Canghe strode forward, and Zhao Yang followed him. The two of them walked past the old men, and the divine thoughts of those people were slightly swept away, but they did not stop them.

There is a platform behind the mountain gate that specializes in receiving gifts, and several disciples register there.

Mu Canghe seemed to have not seen it, and walked straight up the mountain.

The two of them followed the rather wide mountain road and arrived in front of a hall in just a moment.

Perhaps because of the barren nature of the Northern Region, this hall is quite simple, a little worse than the hall of Qingyun Sect, and is completely incomparable to the Changhe County Magistrate's Office, which is also an eighth-rank force.

At this time, many people had already come to the front of the hall, and three or five people were bustling with each other.

Zhao Yang followed Mu Canghe to a corner. After listening to it for a moment, he found that the news was all about the daughter of the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect and the sword.

Zhao Yang's eyes swept through the guests around him, but unfortunately he did not find Qin Bingzhi, a member of the Spirit Demon Clan.

Of course, I think he has already made a disguise and it will not be so easy for people to notice.

Suddenly, Zhao Yang's expression moved slightly and frowned slightly.

He quietly spread his palms, and on a small compass in his palm, there were several red blood dots flashing, getting closer and closer.

Could it be that in the Northern Region, the demon clan can already appear in an eighth-grade sect in such a grand manner?

Before he could think deeply, there was a noise behind him and he heard someone shouting, "The wedding team is here!"

Turning his head to see a group of people in big red clothes strode forward.

"Today, it is a great joy to get married with the young master of Liuyue Immortal Sect, Qin Changbing, and the Chinese Miss Ning of the Limestone Sword Sect."

In front of the wedding party, an old man in a red robe looked full of joy and bowed to the surroundings, saying, "My fellow Taoists can be a witness, I, Liuyue Immortal Sect, are very grateful."

Liuyue Immortal Sect is also an eighth-grade sect. The strength of such two families can be consolidated and expanded by marriage.

The guests who came naturally applauded, and many of them were smiling and complimenting.

Mu Canghe stared at the young man in brocade robe in the wedding party, thinking a little.

The wedding team came to the front of the hall. The gate of the Limestone Sword Sect opened, and a team of people wearing wedding costumes walked out.

"I am very grateful to all fellow Taoists who come to watch the little girl get married. I will drink a glass of water later." The old man stood on the high platform and bowed to the four sides.

This is Huafengyuan, the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect and the first-level Jindan realm.

This person is one of the overlords within a radius of thousands of miles.

After a bustling crowd, the wedding team of Liuyue Immortal Sect came forward, and all kinds of red tape were completed, and some people shouted the ceremony.

A bride with a big red veil on her head was taken out and sat in a sedan chair carried by four practitioners from the wedding team.

The young man in the wedding team prayed to Hua Fengyuan for a week, and then the two of them whispered a few words. Hua Fengyuan laughed a few times, then a flash of inspiration in his hand, and a long cold sword appeared in his hand.

As soon as the sword appeared, it immediately caused waves of spiritual energy to surge.

It is indeed a magic weapon, and it is a magic weapon-level sword weapon with great spirituality.

Mu Canghe, who was standing in front of Zhao Yang, had a slightly discolored expression on his face, and his figure swayed slightly, and then stopped again.

Hua Fengyuan held the long sword and handed it to the young man in brocade clothes.

The young man took the long sword, smiled on his face, handed a box to Hua Fengyuan, and then turned around and left.

The wedding team left, Hua Fengyuan waved his sleeves and said, "Fellow Taoists, please come to the seat--"

"Then there is something wrong with the wedding team. I'll go and see. Be careful." Mu Canghe said to Zhao Yang in a low voice, then moved his body and left the square.

There are problems with the wedding team, and there are problems here.

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed with light. After thinking for a while, he followed the guests into the hall.

He didn't want to care about these things, but it was related to the demon clan, so he became interested.

There are rows of desk seats in the hall, and each of them is filled with fruits and wine.

The northern region can grow grain, and there are very few places where fruits and melons are, most of which are transformed by formations.

The value of these fruit and fruit wine is no worse than that of ordinary spiritual food.

The guests sat down, many of them were already feasting on their feet, stuffing the precious fruits and melons into their mouths.

Zhao Yang searched for a corner, and as soon as he reached out to pick up a fruit, he heard the voice of the ancestor Tianhong from his ears: "If you want to die, you can try this fruit."

Zhao Yang smiled slightly, then reached out and lifted the wine pot on the long table and poured a glass of wine.

He picked up the wine glass and put it on his nose and smelled it.

"My fellow Taoists, please drink this cup full of food—"

At the top, Hua Fengyuan, the leader of the Limestone Sword Sect, raised his wine glass and signaled to the surroundings.

Zhao Yang raised his hand and sent the wine glass into his mouth, and the wine instantly fell into the game world.

"After mixing with the snake venom of Heikui's snake, the drinker will fall asleep after a cup of tea." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong came: "This poison is colorless and tasteless. Unless the divine consciousness is extremely powerful, it will not be noticed at all."

While pretending to be drinking and eating fruits, Zhao Yang kept his mind on the other people beside him.

"Bang."

With a light sound, a person beside him lay down on the table and fell asleep.

"This is not good enough..."
Chapter completed!