The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Mu Yan's fingers gently turned the invisible virtual spirit ring beside her fingertips, and the thoughts and desires in her heart flooded like a tide.

Xiaobao, Di Mingjun, we will be reunited soon, right?

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Time passed, and soon came the day of the Tianmei Banquet.

At this time, on Qian Yuan, countless spiritual cultivation had already gathered.

At the time of the disaster, Qianyuan was devastated by ghosts.

But after more than a year, the grass has long been green, colorful and completely new.

The demons did not prepare any resting palaces above Qianyuan.

And the facts have proved that it is not necessary.

This time, those who can be invited to participate in the Tianmei Banquet, even in the third-rate family, have a few Sumeru mustard magic weapons that can be transformed into temporary houses, yards, and palaces.

And even if it is really as poor as the Siqing tribe, it is still attached to the first and second-rate sects of Yin Yang Sect, and there will be a place to stay somewhat.

According to the Tianmei Banquet invitation letter, as soon as noon arrives, the Qianyuan enchantment will automatically open.

At that time, these talents will be able to enter the hidden abyss.

"The demons are too arrogant. What identity do we have made us wait here so dry!"

Han Weijiang was angrily spinning around in the palace where Sumi mustard seeds were transformed.

In order not to miss the time of the Tianmei Banquet, their Han family set off early.

But when he got here, he was not allowed to enter the submerged abyss at all, so he could only wait in this ghost place.

"What good things do the demons think their princess is? Is it delicious? Everyone is rushing to ask for it? I'm just a prodigal, arrogant and arrogant. What's your identity, brother? Just marry her. Time to laugh!"

Han Jiaming, who has been meditating next to him, slowly opened his eyes and said quietly: "Wei Jiang, be careful, don’t forget that this is already the site of the Demon Race, and the Demon Race is famous for protecting shortcomings. If you don’t want our Han family, If you can’t get out of Qianyuan alive, you can talk nonsense at the Tianmei Banquet."

Han Weijiang's expression changed, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "I'll go outside! Qin Jiu, what are you doing in a daze, he won't keep up with me!"

Han Jiaming watched his younger brother walk out of the back of the hall, his eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth evoked an arc of mockery.

...

Han Weijiang suffocated his anger and came out of the palace.

The area above Qianyuan is actually very large.

But there are too many sects and families who can't stand this time to attend the Tianmei Banquet.

Although each family has demarcated the area and distance, they do not interfere with each other.

But when Han Weijiang looked around, he could still see many sects and family children walking back and forth in front of his Xumi mustard building.

Han Weijiang wanted to find someone to vent his anger, but now the Han family has fallen.

And those who can come to the Tianmei Banquet are all characters he can't afford.

Han Weijiang spit heavily, kicked the stone under his feet, and was about to walk back angrily.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he saw two lonely people.

One was a shabby, dusty Jian Xiu, who seemed to be no more than the peak of Jinxian.

And the other, sitting directly in a wheelchair, at first glance, he was only in his twenties, and his cultivation level seemed to have not even reached Jinxian.

Ha, he is worried that he can vent his anger without sandbags!

Isn't this just delivered to the door?

Han Weijiang waved to the men behind him, and walked towards the two people beside Qianyuan swaggeringly.