Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1712: With eyes but no beads
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Chapter 1712 There are eyes but no beads
After returning, Han Yu couldn't wait to plant the seeds in the wind, thunder and lightning. The violent force of wind, thunder and lightning bombarded the seeds. Instead of causing any threat to the seeds, they were absorbed by the seed whale like a cow.
Although Fenglei Dian Earth is not as good as the Five Elements Spirit Earth, it is much better than artificial soil, and the amount is large enough for seeds to absorb for a period of time.
"No matter how big your appetite is, I will feed you, let you sprout and grow!" Han Yu smiled slightly, put the box away, and continued to read the book.
The treasures of the Holy Temple occupies two pages. The third page is the list of treasures of the second sect. The second sect is Kongchanism. Kong Chan teaches eighteen treasures, which are of great value, but none of them are what Han Yu intended, and they occupy two pages. The fifth page is a list of the treasures of the Wind Clan. The treasures of the Wind Clan are mainly based on the formation base and the formation map, which are concentrated on the level that can be refined by the Sanyuan Earth Discharger.
Han Yu went through the list, put it away, meditated and adjusted his breath.
A blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, one day Feng Xietian hurriedly came to tell Han Yu that he had already inquired about the dragon blood soil in the hands of the Holy Temple. There are more than ten squares of dragon blood soil in the Holy Temple, this time half of them will be used to make a bet. The people in the Temple of Heaven also mentioned Feng Xietian intentionally or unintentionally, and let Feng Xietian replace it with the mobile base.
This is good news for Han Yu. The Temple of Heaven is thinking about swapping the dragon blood soil, and he will have a chance.
A few more days later, Han Yu, the wind and waves, and the wind and waves set off under the leadership of Feng Aotian and rushed to the luminous area.
The Feng Clan originally planned to send Stormy and Stormy to fight. Now that Han Yu joins in, Stormy has become an **** to watch the excitement.
The Temple of Heaven has made sufficient preparations for this year’s Ten Places on the Dao Conference. Within the Temple Gate, there is a dedicated area for entertaining people from the Nine Martial Arts. The Ten Places on the Dao Conference, also Will be held here.
Only ten sects participated in the ten-place discussion conference, and each sect sent a small number of people. Although it was a grand event, it was not a lively event. The preparations of the holy temple were very thoughtful, and when they arrived, someone came to take them into the holy temple.
"Oh, it turned out to be a member of the Wind Race, Brother Aotian, how did you dignified the wind tribe's great elder personally?" Suddenly, a strange sound of Yin and Yang came from behind, and I saw the people in the Holy Temple. , Was leading five people to come in, all of them were wearing Tsing Yi and carrying **** iron swords.
"A person from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect in the area of Difficulty." Feng Aotian whispered, frowning, and said lukewarmly: "Naturally I want to bring a few younger generations to come, listen to you, can it? Do you want to play in person?"
"I've got my old bones, how come I can't afford to go into battle myself?" The leader of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect, the old man Wei Zi said with a smile.
"Humph!" Feng Aotian hummed softly.
Wei Zixian glanced at Han Yu, Fenglang Da, and Fenglang Meng casually, and sneered: "Just so many people from the Wind Clan?"
The four men of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect held hands and looked at Han Yu and the others proudly, as if they were superior. The face of the wind and waves became hard to look, and he secretly endured a breath of bad breath.
"Each force has only two people participating. What's the use of more coming?" Feng Aotian responded indifferently.
"Haha, what Brother Aotian said, too many words will make you lose face and lose face." Wei Zixian said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian said angrily.
"It's meaningless? What's the point? Just chat with Brother Aotian, Brother Aotian, what's wrong with you? What did I say to offend you, why are you angry?" Wei Zixianyi The deputy begging expression, astonished.
"This world has really changed. Has it become so rampant again and again? Is it already popular to take pride in being weak?" Feng Lang Da mocked. The other side's flaunting appearance made him intolerable.
The Tsing Yi Sword Sect is the weakest sect among the ten places, and it has been the bottom of the ten places on the Dao Conference in the past few hundred years. When I met Wind Clan before, I was all pleased, and I had almost no right to speak among the ten places. I didn't expect the tail to be so high now.
This is the pain of the Tsing Yi Sword School. As soon as the voice of the wind and waves fell, the faces of several people became gloomy. Two men glared at the wind and waves, as if they were about to fight.
"Tsing Yi Sword Sect was the bottom of the 30 years in Hedong, Tsing Yi Sword Sect was the bottom, but from this time on, history is about to be rewritten." A man of Tsing Yi Sword Sect said proudly with his hands in his arms, with a confident expression on his face.
"Rewrite?" Feng Lang curled his lips disapprovingly.
"The wind and waves are big, don't you believe it? How about we first compare and see, I dare not say to other people, I am still pretty sure to deal with you." The man glanced sideways at the wind and waves, and did not look at the wind and waves at all. Here, in the early stage of Wu Sheng's transformation of the stars, he has the strength to disregard the wind and waves.
"Hmph, who is afraid of who!" Feng Lang said in a rage, suddenly fighting.
"The waves are big, see you in the conference ring, I want to see how some people change history, huh!" Feng Aotian flung his sleeves, turned and strode away, with Han Yu helping out, he was emboldened in his heart , I didn't bother to have general knowledge of the weak like the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
Han Yu didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The clown of the Tsing Yi Sword School couldn't get into his eyes at all, and followed Feng Aotian with his hands unhurriedly.
Under the violent advice of the wind and waves, he resisted the impulse of World War I and glanced at the humanity of the Qingyi Sword Sect with profound meaning: "If you want to step on the upper ranks of our Wind Clan, then, you continue Have a dream, hahaha..."
The wind and waves turned around and laughed away. There was Han Yu who was afraid of a bird and stepped on the face of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
The people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect were dissatisfied with the strong wind and waves, and one of them curled his lips and said: "The Wind Clan has been proud of it for a few days, so sad!"
"Who is that man, how come he has never seen him before, he doesn't look like a person from the Wind Clan." A person was more cautious, looking at Han Yu's back.
"It's just an unknown person from the Feng Clan! Whatever he does!"
"Being so ridiculed, it was just a ruthless sentence. The Wind Clan also has today. It's really relieved!"
The Tsing Yi Sword Sect everyone laughed.
Han Yu and a group of people walked to the reception area. At first, the three of the Wind Clan were a little angry, but when they saw Han Yu's expression of power at the beginning of the competition, they instantly lost their anger.
After settling down, Feng Aotian gathered several people together and started a small meeting.
"This time, many people will ridicule and suppress our Feng Clan. Before the official competition, don’t easily do things with those who have no eyes. Wait until the conference, no matter how good and slap them in the face. , I want to see what their expressions will be!" Feng Aotian said with a serious face.
Han Yu didn't expect that Feng Aotian, who is usually serious, would also be greatly bad.