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r> Due to special circumstances this year, only Si Xueyi and three other people were present, so more people from One Hundred and Eight Peaks came to watch the ceremony than in previous years.

"Si Xueyi!"

"Duanmuxi!"

"Fu Hongyao!"

At this time, the three saints and saints read the names of Si Xueyi and others, and they stood up and walked towards the high platform.

When they stepped onto the high platform, everyone was stunned and fell silent for a moment.

No one spoke in the huge Qianqiu Square, all eyes were focused on Si Xueyi and the other three, especially Si Xueyi.

He is inherently handsome, uniquely handsome, and unique in the world.

Now the Purple Prison Dragon Lotus has evolved into the Dark Prison Dragon Lotus, and the wisp of purple lingering in his eyes adds a touch of mysterious and elegant temperament to him.

Coupled with the white cloud flying crane suit that Duanmu Xi prepared for him, Si Xueyi looked like an immortal who had descended from the sky.

Boundless style, the best in the whole audience.

The teardrop mole under the corner of his eye is more like the finishing touch, adding to his crazy charm.

As soon as Si Xueyi appeared, he became the absolute protagonist in Qianqiu Square, and all the glory in the world seemed to fall on him.

He was already so stunning, but the two women beside him did not lose to him at all.

Duanmuxi's silver hair shines dazzlingly, her beautiful face is like a hibiscus in clear water, natural and uncarved, and her beautiful eyes are as deep and charming as autumn water.

She was wearing a lavender myrobalan skirt underneath, and the fabric had a charming luster, as if the moonlight had been crushed and solidified on it.

There are ink embroidered floating pieces at the skirt, which looks elegant, intellectual, feminine and majestic.

There is a jade jewelry chain hanging from the waist, making this myrobalan skirt look sparkling, dazzling and dazzling.

Wearing pure white sleeves and a pure color shawl on her arms, she was radiant and confident in the morning light.

There was a walking stick on her head, and as she swayed step by step, all the male monks were dumbfounded.

Looking at Hongyao again, except for her face being a little immature, her style is no less elegant than Duanmuxi's.

But these immaturities are not a shortcoming. Instead, they give her a unique girlish look, innocent and flawless.

Saint Son Qianyang, Saint Son Dragonhead and Saint Xuanyin also looked over, and they quickly realized something was wrong.

Regardless of appearance or temperament, the three of them seemed to be severely suppressed by each other.

If we don't say it, I'm afraid no one will think that they are the Son and the Saint.

The corners of the three people's mouths twitched imperceptibly, and then the smiles disappeared from their faces, and their emotions became more subtle.

Bai Xiaosheng looked at Ye Ling beside him and said, "The Holy Son and the Saint were smiling happily just now. Why aren't you laughing now?"
Chapter completed!