The System Takes Me to Practice

At this time, there was only one tea time left before the wedding. All the tables around were filled with guests. It didn't take long for Yang Fan to come to the Celestial Realm, so many forces and races did not know him.

It's just that Yang Fan's eyes toward these forces were filled with killing intent, and everyone had a friendly smile on their faces, and he knew that this was not just for fun.

"Dragon Emperor is here!"

Just as the surrounding guests were talking about it, a voice suddenly came from the sky.

Yang Fan looked up and saw a team flying over from the inside of the Dragon Clan.

There are four horses in the center of the team. Upon closer inspection, they are dragon horses.

Behind the dragon horse is pulling a crown chariot, the crown chariot is magnificent, with a strong atmosphere of emperor permeating.

And around Mianche, there are four immortal emperors closely following, and each of them has at least the third level of the immortal emperor realm.

"Look at it, that is the honorable driver of the Dragon Emperor, and the four dragons on the side are the personal guards of the Dragon Emperor. It is said that everyone's strength has reached the fairy emperor realm."

Sitting at the back of Yang Fan's row, a fairy king monk who looked like a lizard couldn't help but speak.

As he opened his mouth, more and more people kept their gazes on the slowly coming Miancha.

Yang Fan stared indifferently, what he saw was not the imperial dignity of Huihui, but the aura of lifelessness.

The crown car quickly landed on the pavilion suspended above the guest area, and the dragon horse pulled the crown car to the ninth floor.

At this moment, an old man with a red face walked out of the chariot, wearing a black dragon robe.

Yang Fan has seen many dragon robes. From the five emperors of the Five Source Continent to the present, he has seen no fewer than dozens of styles, but the black ones have only been seen twice now.

The first time was the black dragon robe of the Devil Emperor.

I saw Dragon Emperor Long Yucheng's sharp eyes, and seemed to be able to see through everyone. Looking around the entire scene, no one dared to look at him directly, except for Yang Fan and Tian Shang.

The former is the first time he has seen the strongest of the Dragon Clan, and the terrifying existence of the Quasi-Saint-level. At first sight, Yang Fan felt that he was stronger than Zhong Yuze, who had not yet been sanctified.

As far as Long Yucheng's eyes were, no one dared to say, and even dared not to move. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Fortunately, when he came out this time, Yang Fan spent a lot of points to redeem the high-level disguise talisman. Unless he is a saint, it is impossible to see through the disguise of the talisman.

It is precisely because of the high-level camouflage talisman that Yang Fan and his party can enter the dragon clan land safely.

Otherwise, Yang Fan and Tianshang alone will kill the dragon clan, let alone enter, even if they only appear in front of the dragon clan, they will be exposed immediately, attracting the chase of the dragon clan powerhouse.

"let's start."

After looking around, Long Yucheng didn't say much nonsense, said.

When the voice fell, the human monks around who were in charge of playing music played with their own instruments, and then a beautiful piece of music sounded.

With the sound of the music, a rainbow floated in the distance, wherever it went, a large number of colorful petals fell, and the tangy fragrance came, and the guests present felt full of energy.

"Could this be..."

Tang Shixian's pupils shrank, as if he recognized the origin of the rainbow.

Yang Fan glanced at Tang Shixian, but did not ask, because all his attention was on the person behind the rainbow.

Behind the rainbow, two beautiful women came with a woman wearing a red hijab, and beside the woman with a red hijab, there was another handsome-looking woman holding a red hijab by the hand.

Yang Fan's face was very ugly and extremely gloomy. Clenched fists with both hands, nails were deeply embedded in the palms, and the golden blood slowly flowed out.

Yang Fan has already recognized the person, and the woman with a red hijab is Sun Yunzhu. Even at a distance of several hundred meters, Yang Fan could detect Sun Yunzhu's breath.

But Yang Fan was angrily that Sun Yunzhu's cultivation was imprisoned and could not move at all, otherwise the two women would not be standing by.

Especially when Yang Fan saw that handsome dragon man holding Sun Yunzhu's hand, the anger in his heart could not be suppressed at all. The hidden power in his body was being mobilized, only waiting for Yang Fan's order to explode.

At this moment, a hand suddenly slapped on Yang Fan's shoulder, and it was precisely because of this palm that Yang Fan, who was occupied by anger, awoke and tried to suppress the anger in his heart. Yang Fan understood that it was not the time to do it. .

It's just that Yang Fan looked at the handsome Dragon Race man with endless killing intent.

"The wedding begins, please offer a gift!!"

As Long Yucheng's words fell, an old dragon woman who was in charge of the wedding spoke up.

Different from ordinary weddings, the dragon clan takes gifts from guests very much, and deliberately publicly mentions the weddings given by major forces at the wedding. In this way, those forces have to offer more noble gifts in order to curry favor or save face.

"Tianyang Sect of the Lower Continent, presents a pair of dragon and phoenix swords, the grade is the treasure of the day after tomorrow, and it is worth ten million of the best immortal crystal."

The old woman spoke, and at the same time a middle-aged man walked forward with a wooden box and handed it to the Dragon Race person who was in charge of receiving gifts.

"It turns out that it is the son and the mother of the dragon and the phoenix double swords. It seems that the Tianyang Sect is very familiar with the world, and the names of the magic weapons are so nice."

Upon hearing this, the guests present began to talk.

Soon the middle-aged man went down, and a woman came up with an umbrella in her hand. The umbrella was red, and each corner of the umbrella was hung with a small bell. As the woman walked, it made a clear sound. .

"A Thousand Chance Umbrella was presented at the Sixiangmen Gate of Zhongyou Island. It is an innate spiritual treasure and is worth 50 million yuan."

The old woman's eyes lit up, and her gaze at the Thousand Chance Umbrella was extremely fiery.

"My God, it turns out to be the Thousand Chance Umbrella produced by Qianji Pavilion on the upstream continent."

"It's really rare. It is said that this Thousand Chance Umbrella, even Thousand Chance Pavilion, will take thousands of years to create one. Every time it is produced, it can attract competition from all major forces."

"You are too outdated. Now the production time of the Thousand Chance Umbrella has become one thousand years old."

Among the many guests, a young monk in the second row was shocked.

"What's the matter, fellow daoist, please tell me more!"

The words of the young monk attracted the attention of a large number of guests for a while, and even Long Yucheng cast his gaze over it, which made him flattered.

"Actually, Qianjige improved the production process of the Thousand Chance Umbrella. With the addition of more craftsmen, the output naturally increased, but the price did not fall. Instead, there was an upward trend. It is said that the current Thousand Chance Umbrella is on the black market. Each of them is at least 60 million top-grade fairy crystals."

Everyone took a breath.

Hearing this, Long Yucheng nodded, very satisfied with the Four Elephant Gate.

Upon seeing this, the woman was ecstatic.