Who doesn’t know that Ye Hongling is the most respected beauty of the sky in the Tianshan Gate. I don’t know how many powerful people stare at her, hoping that she can grow up.

No one expected that at this moment, news came that she was going to marry Wu Daorong.

Ye Hongling appropriately played the role of a well-behaved and obedient little woman. She and Wu Daorong were too familiar with each other and knew that these words were just sayings.

"Senior Brother Wu!"

Yang Yufan on the side smiled and said, "You married Miss Ye. Should you express such a beautiful thing that makes me envious? "

The other monks who were invited followed and said, "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Wu should say it. I heard that Senior Brother Wu has a lot of treasures."

A cold look flashed in Wu Daorong's eyes. He didn't like Yang Yufan very much.

But who is Yang Yufan the son of this generation?

And although Yang Yufan is thirty years younger than him, his cultivation level is already above him, and now he is at the peak of the eighth level of Juying Realm.

At such an age and such cultivation, Yang Yufan is also the most outstanding sect son of the Great Wilderness Sect in the past thousand years.

There have been rumors in the sect that Yang Yufan is also the most promising son of the sect leader.

Wu Daorong waved his hand and a jade bottle appeared in his hands.

When many people saw this jade bottle, they were very hot in their eyes, as if they had seen a peerless beauty.

"This bottle of immortal drunkenness is enough!"

The immortal is drunk. This is a fine wine brewed from the third-level spiritual fruit and many third-level spiritual medicines. A drop can also make the monks in the Danji Realm fall asleep. The preciousness can be imagined.

Wu Daorong took out a bottle at random, which showed his wealth.

This bottle is worth a lot of third-grade spiritual pills.

"Senior Brother Wu is really generous!"

"This bottle of immortal drunkenness can be worthy of the lifelong wealth of many cultivators in the Celestial Realm!"

Wu Daorong was very proud of his compliments when he listened to his fellow disciples.

The following disciples took the jade bottle and began to pour wine for every guest attending the banquet.

This is a space container, and I don’t know how many it contains in a bottle.

Ma Song looked at the overflowing immortals. He felt dizzy when he smelled the smell. His cultivation was only at the level of gathering the alchemy. He had no blessing to enjoy this immortals.

However, Wu Daorong is so generous that he naturally would not ignore his fellow disciples who have the cultivation level of the Dan Gathering Realm.

This immortal was drunk and could take him away even if he couldn't drink it himself.

The value of this cup can make many cultivators from the Casing Dan Realm fight for it.

Wu Daorong was really bleeding!

Ye Hongling sneered in his heart. Wu Daorong was too careful. This bottle of immortal drunkenness was rewarded by the Lord Right Envoy after he made his last meritorious service.

He probably didn't dare to drink it, so he took it out and borrowed flowers to offer it to Buddha.

Ye Hongling didn't have so much concern. He took the god in front of him and drank it in one sip.

After the immortal enters his mouth, it can instantly spread to his whole body. A stream of spiritual power passes through the meridians and breeds a lot of power.

"One more drink!"

I don’t know who shouted, and immediately a disciple rushed over and filled it with him.

This banquet is considered a joy for the guests and hosts.

After the wine was over, many people were drunk and were helped to rest.

Ye Hongling also felt a little drunk. At this time, she and Wu Daorong were standing at the top of the Ling Peak. Wu Daorong's eyes had never left her body.
Chapter completed!