Chapter 4251 The third child met the second child (1)

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Mu Yan's fingers gently turned the Void Spirit Ring, which was invisible to others, and the thoughts and desires in her heart flooded like a tide.

Xiaobao, Di Mingjue, we will be reunited as a family soon, right?

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Time passed, and soon it was the day of Tianmei Banquet.

At this time, above Qianyuan, countless spiritual practices have already been gathered.

When the calamity of heaven fell, the top of Qianyuan was devastated by ghouls.

But after more than a year, the grass is green and colorful, and it has a new look.

The demons did not prepare any resting palaces above the abyss.

And it turns out that it doesn't need to.

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

And even if the tribe is really poor like the Siqing, it is still attached to the first- and second-rate sects of Yinyang Sect, and there will be a place to live.

According to the invitation letter of Tianmei Banquet, as soon as noon arrives, the hidden abyss barrier will automatically open.

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

"These guys from the Demon Race are too arrogant. What is our identity to let us just wait here!"

Han Weijiang was irritably spinning around in the palace transformed by Sumeru mustard seeds.

In order not to miss the time for the Tianmei Banquet, the Han family and his party set off early.

But after arriving here, he was not allowed to enter the abyss at all, and could only wait in this ghost place.

"What do the demons think their princesses are good things? Is it delicious? Everyone is rushing to ask for it? I'm just a slutty slut. What is your status, brother? If you want to marry her, she will Time to snicker!"

Han Jiaming, who had been meditating beside him, slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Wei Jiang, Shen Yan, don't forget that this is already the domain of the Demon Race, and the Demon Race is notorious for protecting its shortcomings. If you don't want our Han Family If a person cannot escape the abyss alive, they can talk nonsense at the Heavenly Charm Banquet."

Han Weijiang's face changed, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "I'll go outside! Qin Jiu, what are you doing, still not following me!"

Han Jiaming looked at the back of his younger brother walking out of the temple door, the dim light in his eyes flickered, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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Han Weijiang came out of the palace with a stomach full of anger.

The area above the abyss is actually quite large.

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

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

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

Han Weijiang really 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 characters that he can't afford to offend.

Han Weijiang spat fiercely, kicked the stone under his feet, and was about to go back angrily.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two lonely people.

One is a tattered and dusty Jianxiu, who seems to be no more than the pinnacle of Jinxian.

And the other, sitting directly in a wheelchair, at first glance, the age of the root bone is only in his twenties, and his cultivation base seems to have not even reached Jinxian.

Ha, he is worried that there is no sandbag to vent his anger!

Isn't this delivered to your door?

Han Weijiang waved at the men who followed behind him, and swaggered towards the two people beside Qianyuan.

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