Nie Bingyan could not imagine what kind of uproar would cause if He Wuhen did this in public.

What great shame will Wushuang City and Tianjian Sect suffer?

However, Nie Bingyan felt a little relieved when she saw He Wuhen standing quietly in the crowd.

She stared at He Wuhen with a cold light in her eyes, and thought to herself: "Hmph, what if the toad turns over? This matter is a foregone conclusion. If He Wuhen dares to insult my Wushuang City in front of the world, he will inevitably be attacked by the crowd."

At this moment, both Wushuang City and Tianjian Sect had finished their speeches.

A short and fat old man with white hair and hair was invited to the high platform.

This person is Beiming Xianweng, who was invited by Wushuangcheng to be the host and witness of the wedding.

The Immortal Man of Beiming is over 4,000 years old. Although he is only at the level of the ninth level of Martial Emperor, he is highly respected by the nine major martial arts holy places and is a master of enlightenment.

He stood on the high platform, with a kind and kind smile on his face, and announced loudly: "Please ask the two newcomers to worship the heaven, ancestors, and then worship the church."

The marriage between the two sects is very important, so naturally they need to worship the heaven and ancestors before they can worship the church.

In the center of the square, an altar dozens of feet high had already been set up.

The procedures for worshiping heaven and ancestor worship will be carried out on the altar and will be witnessed by everyone present.

Beiming Xianweng, the deputy lord of Wushuang City, Teng Qingyun, and the butler of the Tianjian Sect, took the lead in climbing the altar, and Lu Feiyang followed closely behind.

Mu Zichen was supported by Nie Bingyan, slowly stepped down the steps and walked towards the altar in the center of the square.

Even though both of them were powerful men of King Wu, they could fly to the altar in the blink of an eye.

But Mu Zichen is a saint who wants to get married after all. He cannot lose etiquette in front of his fellow practitioners in the world. Naturally, he must climb to the altar step by step.

When Nie Bingyan helped Mu Zichen down the steps and gradually approached He Wuhen, Nie Bingyan's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Especially, when she saw He Wuhen’s sneer on the corner of her mouth, her heart was raised to her throat.

In order not to lose his composure in public, Nie Bingyan had to lower her head and not look at He Wuhen's expression and eyes.

She kept praying silently in her heart, praying that he would not act rashly.

She trembledly helped Mu Zichen down the steps and stepped onto the avenue.

At this time, she and Mu Zichen were only two feet away from He Wuhen, and they were so close.

At this moment, Nie Bingyan's nerves became tense all over her body.

He Wuhen, who was in the crowd, also clenched his fists hidden in the sleeves of the robe.

He had been waiting for the opportunity, but he could no longer wait.

Once Mu Zichen and Lu Feiyang are asked to worship the sky, worship ancestors and worship the church.

That is a marriage witnessed by the gods. Even if he can grab Mu Zichen back, it will become a huge regret.

Even though everyone is paying attention to the attention of the strong, He Wuhen is still on the string and has to fire it.

Just as Nie Bingyan was full of worries, He Wuhen in the crowd suddenly burst out with a strong aura.

His figure flashed and stopped Mu Zichen.

"Zi Chen, I'm here!"

The sound of breaking through the gold and cracking stones vibrates the world and clearly spreads throughout the square.

At that moment, everyone was shocked, and they all looked at He Wuhen in shock, and their eyes widened.

Thousands of people have been petrified and I don’t understand what He Wuhen is going to do.

In everyone's eyes, this action was completely a blasphemy of the Saint of Wushuang City.

This is to be enemies of Wushuangcheng and Tianjian Sect.

Mu Zichen was also shocked, her body stood stiffly in place, trembling slightly.

Du Xuanji, Xue Tianjiao and Fu Yuankang were also stunned and their eyes were full of confusion.

Teng Qingyun, Beiming Xianweng, and Lu Feiyang, who were standing on the altar, were also stunned.

No one understands what He Wuhen is going to do.

Only one person knows it, that is Nie Bingyan.

Her pretty face suddenly became pale as paper, her eyes widened, and fear and anger appeared in her eyes.

She never expected that He Wuhen would really dare to ruin the wedding.

Thinking of the consequences of the wedding being destroyed, the scene where Wushuang City and Tianjian Sect were both shamed at the same time, Nie Bingyan waved her palms angrily and slapped He Wuhen.

"He Wuhen, get out of here!"

Amid the loud shout, Nie Bingyan took action angrily.

Although her hands were very slender and agile, white and soft as if boneless, they burst out with ice and burst out with nearly ten million pounds of power.

The strength of the ninth-level martial king was completely revealed, and one palm was enough to collapse a mountain.

"So what if He Wuheng's salted fish turns over, so what if he is a level nine martial king? I could slap him with a palm like a fly, but now I can still seriously hurt him with one move."

"As long as he doesn't let him say anything, I will hurt him with one move and the Golden Armored Guard will take him down, and the wedding will not be damaged."

Nie Bingyan thought so in her heart, and her body's energy increased by 30%, and she took a photo violently.

The two were less than ten feet apart and there was no chance of hiding.

Nie Bingyan is confident that she can slap He Wuhen with this palm.

But what she didn't expect was that He Wuheng was not dodging and was prepared for it.

He raised his right hand, and a dazzling fire burst out from the palm of his palm, and he rushed towards him with a fierce palm.

"Bang!"

The two palms slammed together, and a shocking muffled sound broke out, and the violent energy swept around instantly.

Nie Bingyan's face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat came out from her forehead.

She was drowned in the fire, and was photographed flying backwards, falling under the steps twenty feet away in a mess.

With a "pop", she hit the ground, rolled a few times and struggled to stand up.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, her body trembled violently, and her steps became extremely staggering.

She never expected that He Wuhen would slapp her seriously injured her and vomit blood without any power to fight again.

"Two years ago, he was just a martial artist, but now he has advanced to the ninth level of martial king. And he is so powerful that even I am not his opponent?"

"How is this possible?!"

Nie Bingyan roared in her heart and roared in disbelief.

She raised her head with a ferocious face and looked at He Wuhen's face.

Only saw a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of He Wuhen's mouth.

The sneer was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Nie Bingyan's heart, making her ashamed and extremely angry.

The silent ridicule was like saying to her: "You regarded me as an ant back then, but now you are not my enemy in one move, and you are as weak as an ant."

From the time He Wuhen appeared to slapping Nie Bingyan with one palm, it was only two breaths.

It was not until this time that everyone woke up like a dream, and they all showed shocking and surprised expressions.

No one expected that someone would dare to make trouble in this highly anticipated wedding.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on He Wuhen.

Everyone's eyes were lucky enough to gloat, and some were puzzled.

But more people looked at him with interest.

Many people have seen it before, and he followed Du Xuanji to enter Wushuang City.

Everyone couldn't help but think a lot. The chief disciple of Changsheng Sect actually came forward to destroy the wedding, and there must be the support of Changsheng Sect behind it.

At this time, Mu Zichen lifted the red veil in shock.

Everyone present had only heard of the reputation of Saint Mu Zichen, but no one had ever seen her true face.

Until the moment the red veil fell to the ground, a beautiful and elegant and refined face appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone's eyes widened, their eyes full of surprise.

"What a beautiful beauty with a beautiful country!"

"There were rumors in Zhongzhou before that the Saint of Wushuang City was a peerless beauty. Now it is true that it is well-known when you see it!"

Everyone was amazed at Mu Zichen's beauty.

Mu Zichen turned a deaf ear to all this. She stood there in a daze, her eyes widened, staring at He Wuhen, her pretty face full of ecstasy.

Her autumn water pupils were filled with tears, which was both comfort and joy.

"Big bad guy, it's you really?! You're really here to save me!"
To be continued...