When Wang Xiaoqiang saw Zhao Feiyan, he was slightly surprised and then showed a little surprise. At the same time, he found that Zhao Feiyan was also looking at him. From Zhao Feiyan's expression, she was also very excited.

At this time, Wang Xiaoqiang's mind showed a series of pictures... The beautiful iceberg girl who was walking with Yanshan, who was taking away armor, went to pick the moving figure of Ganoderma lucidum in the deep ravine, worked together to fight against the winged snake, the wet body in the water lotus fire, and the gentle expression when she gave him...

When they parted in Yanshan, they were still concerned about each other.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang found that when Zhao Feiyan was smiling at him, there was a hint of sadness on the corner of her mouth and a little resentment on the tips of her eyes.

That smile is a bit like Mona Lisa's smile.

After seeing this, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel sank. He wanted to go up and ask her why she had such a smile?

But due to identity, you cannot ask directly.

It was not until Mrs. Xingyue came forward to congratulate him that Wang Xiaoqiang pointed at Zhao Feiyan and said intentionally or unintentionally to Mrs. Xingyue:

"Madam, you are such a great disciple. When you attended the Armor-taking Conference in Yanshan, if she hadn't helped her rescue, maybe I would have died now..."

"President Wang is really good at joking!" Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang saw Zhao Feiyan's gaze strange, Mrs. Xingyue suddenly became alert and said coldly, "But, my disciple is indeed talented and beautiful, and otherwise she would not be attracted by the little prince..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was shocked when he heard this. When he looked at Zhao Feiyan, Zhao Feiyan's eyes were confused, and his teeth bit his red lips, showing a look of grievance and sorrow.

"What? Is the Xingsu Sect going to marry the royal family?" Wang Xiaoqiang turned his eyes and stared at Mrs. Xingyue and sneered. "Can I understand it as a wife, are you clinging to the powerful?"

In the fairy world, a sect has a great control over the disciples, and even major marriages are no exception. This sect is equivalent to the male disciple's in-laws' family and the female disciple's family. When a male disciple gets married, a female disciple gets married, who will marry? Most of them have decided by the head and the elders' group, especially those with high qualifications and deep cultivation.

"If you want to cling to the powerful, others have to say that Chief Wang does not have this qualification. Aren't you also cling to the powerful? Isn't you, Mr. Hou?" Mrs. Xingyue showed a sarcastic sneer at Wang Xiaoqiang.

After some observation and expression, she finally understood why Zhao Feiyan repeatedly refused to marry the little prince, probably because of Wang Xiaoqiang in front of her.

Wang Xiaoqiang was slightly embarrassed and said, "So, madam, you promised to marry Zhao Feiyan to the little prince..."

"Whether to marry or not, this is the matter of our Xingsu Sect." Mrs. Xingyue said unhappily, "Can Master Wang still worry about our Xingsu Sect?"

"Madam, don't get it wrong," Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand and said, "I met Zhao Feiyan at the armor-taking conference, which is a fate. Although I have no right to ask about her marriage, people are not plants and trees. Who can be ruthless? Naturally, I don't want to be wronged..."

"Aggrieved?" Mrs. Xingyue sneered, "How did you see that she was wronged? Did she tell you?"

Mrs. Xingyue said, turning her head and staring at Zhao Feiyan with a stern face, her narrow eyes glowing with cold light.

Zhao Feiyan's pretty face turned pale. She bit her red lips tightly, lowered her eyes and dared not look at Mrs. Xingyue.

"Of course not." Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Don't wrong her. I have never met her again after I parted with Yanshan..."

"Then how do you know she is wronged?" Mrs. Xingyue turned her head and stared at Wang Xiaoqiang coldly.

"Uh, it's the so-called "intelligent understanding". I just realized it based on my feelings." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Hmph. What a kind of heart," Mrs. Xingyue sneered. "It seems that Master Wang is also a passionate person. But unfortunately, Master Wang, you no longer have the chance. The little prince has already sent a message. Next month, he will come to Xingsu to send a gift. By then, Zhao Feiyan will be in love with the little prince for life... Maybe this year, Zhao Feiyan will marry into the palace..."

Zhao Feiyan's delicate body trembled, she raised her eyes, and stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with a pity and seeking help.

"Little Prince, which little prince?" Wang Xiaoqiang stared at Mrs. Xingyue, and his eyes were filled with cold light.

"An Batian. Prince An's legitimate son!" Mrs. Xingyue deliberately pronounced words very heavily, as if she wanted to use Prince An to shock Wang Xiaoqiang.

"Prince An's legitimate son, okay, let's take a look!" Wang Xiaoqiang sneered disdainfully, then turned his eyes to Zhao Feiyan, gave her a comforting look, and ignored Mrs. Xingyue again.

When everyone and the guests arrived, Wang Xiaoqiang finally changed into the costumes of the head of the Wuling Sect after being persuaded by several elders, and then took the stage to start the speech.

Although he was young, after Wang Xiaoqiang changed into the clothes of the leader, he still showed the dignity and majesty of a noble school. He even inadvertently showed a hint of dominance of the world, which made no one present dare to underestimate him. Especially the little star, who symbolized the supreme head between his eyebrows, was like a painting of dragon dotted with sunshine, adding a lot of luster to him.

Some female disciples looked at him and their eyes became involuntarily hot, including some of the disciples in the sect, and even Jiang Yingxue muttered in her heart, thinking that this young leader was completely different from the vulgarity he showed in the pharmacy a few days ago, and they were just two people!

Looking at Wang Xiaoqiang on the stage, Jiang Yingxue's heart rippled.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang became the leader of the sect and the supreme leader, Zhao Feiyan was also secretly relieved, and a smile of joy appeared on her face.

Unexpectedly, this smile was seen by Mrs. Xingyue. She glared at her with a serious look on her face and said, "Feiyan, Wang Xiaoqiang is indeed quite excellent, but no matter how outstanding he is, can he compete with the little prince? That's right, he is now the leader, he is the master of the Hou, but that is the emperor who praises him. He is still a grassroots after all. If one day the emperor does not praise him, he will fall from a high place and fall into a dead dog. And I heard that he offended Prince An at the Armor Seizing Conference. Prince An is powerful and offending Prince An will be dead sooner or later...

It’s just that the conflict has not been intensified yet. Feiyan, I don’t care what you and Wang Xiaoqiang were like before? But if you hope Wang Xiaoqiang can live two more days, you must never be inseparable from the beginning, otherwise it will directly arouse the conflict between him and Prince An. At that time, not only will Wang Xiaoqiang die, but our Xingsheng Sect also suffer..."

Zhao Feiyan listened to Mrs. Xingyue's words and her delicate body trembled. Although Mrs. Xingyue had the intention to cling to Prince An, her words were reasonable. If this incident intensified the conflict between Wang Xiaoqiang and Prince An, Wang Xiaoqiang would definitely be in danger at that time.

Although Wang Xiaoqiang is a celebrity around the emperor, his foundation is unstable and he is far less favored than Prince An's power. Wang Xiaoqiang is still the one who suffers from the real battle.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feiyan gritted her teeth and nodded heavily, "Master, I've recorded it!"

Seeing that Zhao Feiyan suddenly became less low than before, she was slightly surprised, and Mrs. Xingyue was also relieved. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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