Originally, Ji Haoyue also opened her mouth, hoping that God King Jiang Taixu would intercede and allow him to marry Yao Xi, the Holy Lady of Light.
God King Jiang Taixu stared at Ji Haoyue angrily and sent a message secretly, telling him that the Ji family should find a way to go there on their own.
It turns out that his identity was first noticed by the God King Jiang Taixu, and it must have been exposed by the unreliable old man Ji Baizhan.
Ji Haoyue wanted to practice it for Ye Fan and ordered a banquet at Zuixian Palace, which cost more than 500,000 yuan.
I've made a lot of money these days, so that's not bad.
Zuixian Palace, located in the clouds, forms a space of its own, extremely vast, with four landscapes of early summer, autumn and winter.
Wreathed in white mist, this palace is located in the clouds, with carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and resplendent, as if it were in the ancient heaven.
Ji Haoyue took Ye Fan, Li Heishui and others up into the air, stepped on the white jade stairs, and looked back. The clouds were misty, overlooking the world below, as if they had really landed in the fairyland.
As for his younger sisters Ji Ziyue and Ji Biyue, they were chatting and laughing quietly with Yao Xi, the Saint of Light. Yao Xi's cheeks were filled with clouds, and her watery eyes glanced at Ji Haoyue from time to time, full of infinite tenderness.
The white jade avenue stretched forward like a bridge to the sky. They strolled on it, walking forward step by step. Many spiritual birds and precious animals were flying among the clouds and mist.
Thirty-six young girls flew in from the sky, all of them were cultivators from the secret realm of the Taoist Palace. They landed in the clouds and mist, saluted them respectfully, and led them forward.
Zuixianque is a very exquisite, retro building, as if it has experienced thousands of generations and has carved the mark of the years. It is magnificent but also has a kind of precipitation called heritage.
"Brother Ji, you are busy practicing, do you know that everything here belongs to the Beiyuan Golden Family, and Jin Chixiao will definitely not welcome you and me."
Ye Fan said in a free and easy way, completely unable to tell that he was about to die soon.
Three days ago, Jin Chixiao had a battle with Ye Fan after Ye Fan broke through the Four Extremes Secret Realm and before the Holy Son of Light.
As a result, that guy was defeated miserably. The top genius who had perfected the Great Perfection of the Four Extremes Secret Realm was defeated by Ye Fan, a monk who had just entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm.
I heard that after Jin Chixiao's defeat, he left the divine city that day, probably to go back to retreat and break through the secret realm of dragon transformation.
The current battle will not be divided into life and death. After the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, there may be another battle.
"To be honest, this is my first time here, and I came here for the Winter Garden."
Ji Haoyue said calmly.
After passing through the Nantianmen, the front is extremely open, divided into four areas, with four sceneries of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
This is built to imitate the legendary ancient heaven.
Ji Haoyue likes winter scenery, so she naturally chose the Winter Garden.
The cool air blew towards their faces. The palace was covered with silver, and goose feathers were flying in the snow. They stood under the palace, and their eyes were completely white.
The vigorous plum trees stand proud of the snow and face the wind, blooming in the bitter cold and sparkling in the cold.
They sat down and drank while watching the snow and flowers, which was a unique style.
Soon, the golden-winged Xiaopeng King strode into the Winter Garden. He was still the same, with bright blond hair that danced naturally, and his eyes were full of unruly and wild flames.
This guy was originally ready to take action, but in the end he was suppressed by his grandfather, King Lao Peng, and was unable to fight Ye Fan again.
This guy was not polite. When he arrived, he directly found a seat and took a seat.
Soon, Xia Jiuyou also arrived. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and her skin was as white and crystal clear as if it were carved from suet-fat jade. She looked like an exquisite porcelain doll, beautiful and dazzling.
The elegant Jiang Yifei, dressed in white as snow, and a young man with an upright appearance and a golden glow on his body entered the winter garden at the same time.
Ji Haoyue was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Jiang Zhong to come too. It seemed that what he said last time worked.
Then, Xiang Yifei, the holy son of the Dayan Holy Land, Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, brought his sister, the little nun, the saint of the Zifu, and other top geniuses arrived one after another.
Ji Haoyue just said that she would put it into practice for Ye Fan, the ancient holy body, in Zuixianque. Unexpectedly, these guys came one by one uninvited. What the hell, what about the expenses for a while?
"Ding dong!"
At this moment, music sounded, and in the palace next door, a girl in white was playing a piano solo, and a group of spiritual birds were attracted.
These palaces are all open for guests to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms, and they are connected to each other.
I didn't expect An Miaoyi to come uninvited, but her musical talent is very good, almost as good as that of Hua Yunfei.
Playing a beautiful piece of music, like a clear spring gurgling, like moonlight flowing down, it is light, hazy, harmonious and tranquil, blending in with the surrounding snowflakes, as if it can make people forget all their worries.
Soon, the sound of the piano changed again, as if it had turned into snowy plums and ancient pines in the cold winter, blooming alone in the cold, standing tall and green.
An Miaoyi was thoughtful and used the sound of the piano to express her encouragement for Ye Fan, the ancient holy body.
She was wearing a long white dress that stretched to the floor, setting off her slender jade body like the ups and downs of mountains, with her firm chest, slender waist, and round shape, without a single flaw, creating a perfect arc.
She has no makeup on her face, and is white and crystal clear. Her eyes are like autumn water. Her beautiful nose and cherry lips seem to have been crafted by God.
She has icy muscles and jade bones, and her face is so beautiful that it is breathtaking. No wonder some people compare her beauty with Yan Ruyu.
"How about it, little Ye Zi, Fairy Miaoyi is a good match for you. If you like it, brother, I am willing to do my best to match you up."
Ji Haoyue looked at Ye Fan with a smile and said.
Ye Fan looked at Ji Ziyue subconsciously, and then remembered that his future uncle Ji Haoyue was staring at him, and quickly looked away.
To Ye Fan's disappointment, Ji Ziyue had been talking privately with Ji Biyue and Yao Xi, the Light-shaking Saint, and seemed not to notice him at all.
Ji Haoyue was secretly proud. Of course he saw this kid's little moves, but at present, it seems that his sister Ji Ziyue has no feelings for Ye Fan.
In the palace, the carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if you have strayed into the sky.
Yao Xi, who was alluring the country, the divine king body of the Jiang family, the innate Taoist fetus of the Zi family... all the saints and saints, every figure and face, all heard Ji Haoyue's words.
Although they all remained calm, they were secretly thinking in their hearts whether the Holy Body Ye Fan could still heal his injuries.
When they came here, they were first curious about the injuries of Ye Fan, the ancient holy body, and wanted to know if he was really not going to die soon.
Another big reason is that Ji Haoyue is too mysterious. Many people present were once his prisoners and were sold once.
If it weren't for God King Jiang Taixu's resolute actions in the past few days, killing several powerful people who wanted to attack Ji Haoyue, Ji Haoyue would probably have died long ago.
Of course, Ji Haoyue never admitted this matter. He blamed everything on the monk named Sanzang.
The problem is that no one is a fool. Many people know that the monk named Sanzang is probably Ji Haoyue.