From Douluo marrying the second emperor of ice and snow

Haotian Sect.

The architectural style is rough and simple, majestic and majestic, very similar to their Wuhun.

At this time, the main hall of Haotianzong was full of guests, and everyone's eyes were on the pair of newlyweds in red makeup.

Someone is envious!

Someone is jealous!

Naturally, some people will bear grudges!

The relationship between the various forces is intricate and harmonious on the surface, and stabbings in the back are not uncommon. It is not easy to maintain the relationship on the surface. How can it be really like a family.

Tang Fan was dressed in a red wedding gown, and he was in high spirits on happy occasions, with a bright smile on his face and a high-spirited spirit.

Although I didn't pursue Xiaoqi, I feel a little regretful, but the princess of the Qibao Liulizong is not bad at all. Although limited by the martial spirit, her strength is a little weaker, but as long as she is beautiful and has a good temperament, what else does it matter?

Tang Fan said that he does not choose.

But at the moment just after worshiping, Tang Fan's face suddenly changed.

He felt two strands of divine sense unscrupulously sweeping through Haotianzong, which made him look very ugly.

In the seats not far from Tang Fan and the others, the expressions of five or six young people also changed at the same time, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and then slowly turned into strangeness, forming a mentality of watching the show.

Everyone has the heart of jealousy, and they are also young arrogance, and they also have the existence of the inheritance of the gods. How can you, Tang Fan, marry Meijiao Niang?

Now, someone has no scruples at all, directly using their spiritual sense to scan the entire Haotian School, this is definitely the most serious provocation.

These people looked at Tang Fan strangely now, looking forward to what would happen next.

At the other table, Tang Yuehua and Tang San stood up abruptly, looking at the gate.

The god-level powerhouses all felt it, and all looked in the direction of the gate.

Whoosh! ~

A spear pierced through the void and stabbed directly at Tang Fan.

Tang Fan turned sideways slightly, and nailed the spear on the big "囍" character with a bang, the tail of the spear hummed and trembled, and the strange force smashed the "Xi" character to pieces.

"It seems that those gods are really in a hurry, now any cat or dog can get the god position!" A clear and magnetic voice came slowly.

Immediately afterwards, six figures appeared in front of everyone.

The man is as rich as jade, possessed by a sky-blue armor, and the eight platinum halos on his body slowly rotate.

He walked with big strides, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked down at everyone, with a domineering arrogance that was not angry and self-imposing.

On his right is a 180 cm tall woman with sky blue long hair hanging straight down to her ankles and wrapped in a red robe. She is about thirty years old and has a tall and graceful figure.

Bo Saixi has a perfect appearance, a noble and elegant temperament, and deep and vast blue eyes.

It was the first time for her to come to Haotianzong, and she couldn't help but think of Tang Chen, and that absurd and sloppy relationship. Then, she shook her head slightly, and everything was over.

She couldn't help looking at the tall man in military uniform beside her, with deep love in her eyes.

On the left hand side of the man is a woman in her early 160 cm tall, with a light pink shawl and long hair, about 27 or [-] years old, with a peerless appearance, majestic and cold.

Bibi Dong is not tall enough, but her body proportions are extremely perfect.

At this time, she was wearing a long white dress without much decoration, which looked simple and elegant, with a dusty and sacred aura.

Few people know the first two, but who knows about Bibi Dong?Who doesn't know?

Even if she doesn't have a gorgeous dress, a scepter that symbolizes identity, or a crown that represents identity, there is still an aura of submission that makes people unable to resist.

But at this time, she is just a supporting role.

The leader is that unknown man.

Behind the three, there are three girls who look exactly the same at first glance.

The man took the lead, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, and arrived in front of Tang Fan.

"You, Ye, Ye Han!"

Tang Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and looking at the face in front of him, the fear of being dominated once came to his mind instantly, and his tone of voice trembled a little when he spoke.

"Master, High Priest, you, have you left Sea God Island?"

A burly middle-aged man got up from his seat in the high hall, and looked at Bo Saixi with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"I'm no longer a high priest. You are Tang Chen's grandson, right? Did you capture a child named Ye Chen and bring him out, and we'll leave now." Bo Saixi looked at the middle-aged man and said .

Many years ago, this middle-aged man was still a boy, and he once went to Sea God Island with another boy. The two of them were talented, and they were Tang Chen's grandsons. Bo Saixi naturally remembered it.

Ye Han glanced at Bo Saixi, frowned slightly, finally sighed, and didn't speak.

Bo Saixi's face... must be given. He owes her this.

"Okay, Bo Saixi, it's not up to you to make decisions about Ye Chen." Bibi Dong said.

Ye Han couldn't refute Bo Saixi's decision, but Bibi Dong could.

"Tang Xiao, are you going to invite Ye Chen out yourself, or should I go by myself?"

Bibi Dong's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, and the cold killing intent seemed to permeate the body.

"You're just a defeated general, and you dare to act presumptuously. Ye Han, if you think you can show off your might here with two women, you're totally wrong." Tang Fan sneered, and finally restrained the panic in his heart.

He is now a serious deity, has fully accepted the inheritance of the deity, and inherited the position of a first-level deity, and his combat power has skyrocketed, far from being comparable to before.

"Honey, it seems that people don't want to sell your face. If that's the case, you don't have to worry about this matter. Let me handle it."

Ye Han pulled Bo Saixi behind him, and suddenly, he took a step forward, without anything to say, he slapped Tang Fan on the face.

"act recklessly."

There was a sneer on the corner of Tang Fan's mouth, without flinching, he punched Ye Han's palm directly, intending to cripple his arm.

"stop!"

An anxious voice suddenly sounded.

Unfortunately, no one will listen to her.

Bang!

The palm collided with the fist, and Tang Fan's arm snapped and snapped.

Then Ye Han's palm moved forward slowly unstoppably, and slapped Tang Fan's face.

Tang Fan's movement of attacking forward was as if he was bringing his face up to someone to beat him.

puff! ~

Four or five teeth spurted out with a mouthful of blood, Tang Fan let out a scream, smashed the wall behind him, and flew out.

The gap between Tang Fan and Ye Han was too great, like clouds and mud, Ye Han was in the sky and Tang Fan was on the ground.

Tang Fan was sent flying with a slap, Ye Han didn't go after him, but looked at the bewildered bride with a red hijab beside her.

In Douluo Dalu's original protagonist group, there were three women, and he had two beside him, but he didn't even look at the last one carefully, which was really inappropriate.

With a slight smile, he directly performed the duty of groom officer and lifted Ning Rongrong's hijab.

A slim and beautiful girl in her early 20s with ink-like hair appeared in front of her eyes.

Undoubtedly, most women on this day of marriage are the most beautiful moment, and Ning Rongrong is no exception.

The girl wears a little makeup, wears a phoenix crown, and wears a fiery red dowry. She is like a peony that is about to bloom. It is picturesque and beautiful, a little unreal.

"Little, Xiaohan."

Suddenly, a soft voice sounded.

Ye Han raised his head and took a look, then turned his eyes away, looked at Ning Rongrong, met her sad eyes with doubts, he couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Why, it's such an expression on a happy day, I don't want to marry?"

Ye Han's body has a natural affinity, coupled with his gentle smile, and hearing the clear voice with a little magnetism, Ning Rongrong nodded subconsciously.

This marriage is a marriage of interests, so she is naturally unwilling.

However, Ning Rongrong, who was already in her 20s, was no longer the arrogant and domineering little witch. She knew that her sect needed this marriage, so she made a choice against her will.

Now, her answer was the most sincere choice in her heart, but she regretted it as soon as she nodded.

With all eyes on her, her answer was to slap Haotianzong in the face in public.

"Tang Fan, your wife and I will take care of her, okay?"

Ye Han withdrew his gaze, didn't look at Ning Rongrong again, but turned his head to look at the man with disheveled hair and blood-stained face who came from the ruins, and spoke lazily.

At the same time, he stretched out his palm and grabbed it in the void, and a boy covered in bandages appeared in his hand instantly.

Glancing at the young man in his hand, Ye Han couldn't help but glance at Tang Yuehua, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

If someone else dared to hurt his son, he would have slapped him to death long ago.

but……