Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1710: Incomparable fanaticism

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Chapter 1710 Incomparable fanaticism

Han Yu fought the Shaotian Eighteen Cavaliers in Xiaoyao City, and the mass murder was not many onlookers and did not spread. Although Zhutian Eighteen Horses were looking for Han Yu's traces recently, they did not publicize it, so that in the eyes of Nangongmo and Nangong Ling, Han Yu was nothing more than an insignificant stranger and a disciple of the Feng Clan.

Otherwise, if they were to know that Han Yu had killed the six people of Shaotian Shibaqi by himself, I am afraid that the moment Han Yu appeared, he would be frightened.

"The people of the Wind Clan are so capable, they will sneak attack if they are no match for the front!" Nangongmo glanced at Han Yu murderously, and then looked at Feng Aotian gloomily.

Feng Aotian snorted heavily and cast his gaze to other places, not giving Nangongmo any face.

"How can you dare to despise the Wind Race and get out of here!" Han Yu shouted sharply.

"Boy, how dare you tell me to get out?" Nangong Mo was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped, his staring eyes burst into smoke.

Many people in the Feng Clan were stunned, and they didn't expect Han Yu to speak to Nangong Mo like this. Han Yu slapped and slapped Nangong Ling, but it didn't mean he could deal with Nangong Mo. It was too arrogant to say that, but more people felt relieved.

"If you ask you to get out, why don't you get out, why are you so thick? Haha..." Feng Lang laughed and admired Han Yu even more in his heart. Now he is the most relieved and happiest.

"A group of uncultivated things, today the old man will come to teach you well for your elders!" Nangong Mofei almost exploded, slapped Han Yu with a slap, and wanted to treat him in his own way. Body.

At this moment, Han Yu also shot, also slapped in a simple slap.

"Life and death!" Nangong Mo gritted his teeth, regardless of Han Yu's slap, the strength in his hand suddenly increased.

He didn't see that Feng Aotian, Feng Zhentian and the others were waiting to watch the excitement in a neat and leisurely manner.

"Pop!"

A clear and loud slap in the face sounded, and just when Nangongmo's palm was about to touch Han Yu's cheek, his body spun, and there was a sharp pain on his left cheek.

At this moment, even those who had been waiting for a good show were shocked, let alone ordinary disciples of the Wind Clan.

Pumping a slap in the face of a five-fold master of Wusheng’s early transformation of stars, similar to spinning tops, is so simple, easy, and pleasant.

"Puff!"

Nangong Mo smashed heavily to the ground, more severe than Nangong Ling, and his face was swollen more severely than Nangong Ling's. Looking at Nangong Mo, Nangong Ling didn't feel any pain for a while, only felt a cold breath on the soles of her feet.

"You..."

Nangongmo looked at Han Yu, with a look of horror on his face. Even if he was arrogant, after a brief confrontation just now, he deeply realized the horror of this young man.

"Get out!"

Han Yu drank in a low voice, and Nangong Mo's body trembled suddenly. Seeing Han Yu's appearance, as long as there is a slight delay, he would not hesitate to take a second slap, and quickly get up under the support of Nangong Ling. Fled.

"Go and send them out, otherwise they won't be able to get out of our wind clan's mountain guard array." Feng Aotian's voice sounded. Nangong Mo listened to her ears, only feeling extremely harsh.

"Who is this person? It is definitely not a member of the Wind Clan. The Wind Clan does not have such a master. Could it be that the Wind Clan invited to help out? Damn! The Wind Clan, let you be proud of it for a while, and wait ten times. On the Dao Conference, let's calculate this account again!" Nangong Mo was roaring in his heart, and the account was counted on the Feng Clan.

People of the Wind Clan naturally don't know what Nangong Mo is thinking, and they don't want to know. At this time, everyone's thoughts are on Han Yu. Many people have regarded Han Yu as an idol, screaming endlessly.

Some younger people are going crazy to come and get close to Han Yu, the masters of the older generation, and their eyes become hot when they see Han Yu.

"A man should be like Han Yu!"

"I want to marry him! I won't marry him in my life!"

Many people are going crazy. Seeing such a scene, Han Yu felt uncomfortable and left quickly.

"Brother Han, wait for me." The storm hurriedly chased Han Yu.

"Brother Han, eldest brother, wait for me." The storm also chased me.

The two great arrogances of the Wind Clan are like this, not to mention the others.

In the next few days, Han Yu’s door was filled with people. Men of about the same age wanted to follow Han Yu, women of about the same age were going to give Han Yu a gift, and younger people wanted to worship Han Yu. Teacher, Feng Xietian has appeared many times to chase people, and enthusiastic fans are often ambushing beside Han Yu's house.

"Little friend Han, made you laugh." Feng Xietian came in to see Han Yu and said with a wry smile. The people of the Wind Clan have almost reached the point where they are out of control.

"It's okay." Han Yu smiled faintly. He hasn't stayed behind closed doors for the past few days anyway.

"This is good, this is good!" Feng Xietian secretly relieved, he was really afraid of Han Yuxian's trouble, so he went straight away.

"The third elders came to see the juniors, is there anything wrong?" Han Yu asked Feng Xietian to sit down.

"There is one thing, I would like to ask Xiaoyou Han for a favor!" Feng Xietian said, but he didn't even make a mistake. He knew that Han Yu was a straightforward and refreshing person.

"What's the matter, but it's okay to say it!" Han Yu said.

"One month later will be our ten-year forum on the Dao, where the overlord of the ten places will send people to compete, and then rank the ten places based on the results of the competition. Ten years ago, our Wind Clan was ranked third in the Ten Places, which is considered as fulfilling the expectations of our ancestors. In this blink of an eye, the Ten Places Discussion Conference is about to be held again, and with our current strength, the Wind Clan wants to keep the past. The third position is a bit difficult. If we lose the third position, how can we have the face to meet the ancestors in the future, so what should we explain to the patriarch." Feng Xietian said, his face was full of helplessness.

In the big world, many sects have accumulated a lot of accumulation, and their strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The Feng Clan was left behind in a short period of time because of its slow cultivation speed.

Feng Xietian is embarrassed to say that, in fact, with the current strength of the Feng Clan, let alone maintaining the third position, it is difficult to fight for the bottom.

"Senior wants me to participate in the Ten Place Discussion Conference on behalf of the Feng Clan?" Han Yu asked.

"Yes." Feng Xietian nodded, looking at Han Yu hopefully.

"If I can participate, seniors can order it." Han Yu said calmly.

As a disciple of Tian Lao, it is about the battle of honor and disgrace of the Feng Clan, so Han Yu will naturally not stand idly by.

"Yes, yes, you are a disciple of the patriarch, a Qitian master, even if you are not a member of our wind tribe, you can also play for our wind tribe. This time with the help of Han Xiaoyou, I think you can not only keep the third position , Even if it is to fight for the first place, it is not impossible." Feng Xietian was overjoyed and did not forget to praise Han Yu secretly.