Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1821: Naughty Little Horn

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Chapter 1821 Naughty Little Horn

Qi Tianxia's expression is very calm, calm a little weird, and calm a little bit unlike Qi Tianxia.

The two kept looking at each other, until they passed by, they looked away.

Qi Tianxia didn't look back at Han Yu, and Han Yu didn't look back at him either. But Han Yu's heart was quite uneasy: "After that defeat, what has he experienced? Why is it like a reborn?"

Han Yu and the others are arranged in an area with the best environment, Han Yu, Meng Zuisheng, and Xiaojiao have a separate courtyard, and the three of Yaochi Holy Land have a separate courtyard, and two courtyards are next to each other.

After living in, Meng Zuisheng and Xiao Jiao went back to the room on the grounds of practicing. When Han Yu returned to his house, Meng Zuisheng went to Xiao Jiao’s house sneakily. They thought Han Yu didn’t know, but Han Yu actually The door is clear.

"These two guys have something to hide from me." Han Yu was curious, and the power of the soul quietly released and entered the room.

In the room, Xiaojiao and Meng Zuisheng are sitting cross-legged with serious faces, practicing and enlightening. Behind them, there is a branch standing upright, covering the two of them like an umbrella, and the leaves are shining and sacred.

Han Yu was a little surprised, this branch is exactly the branch of the linden tree.

"Little Horn must have been stolen." Han Yu was speechless. If the people in Yaochi Sacred Palace found out that a branch of the Bodhi tree had been stolen, they would probably hunt down Little Horn all over the world.

Han Yu sat cross-legged without breaking, studying supernatural powers.

Soon to the evening, suddenly the ground trembles, like an earthquake.

"Great King Golden Horn, you bastard, get out of me!" An angry roar came from outside the courtyard.

Han Yu walked out of the yard as soon as he moved, and saw a white horse standing outside the yard, with a pair of white wings, and a jade horn on his forehead. It was the Yunkong Pegasus.

At this time, Yunkong Tianma was spraying white gas in his nose, rumbling like thunder, and it seemed that he was angry with something.

"Han Yu, you despicable human being, where is the Golden Horn King?" Yunkong Tianma asked in a low voice when he saw Han Yu come out. The sound shook Han Yu's ears humming, if it weren't for Han Yu to be the first stage of Wu Sheng's late stage Huabi cultivation base, he couldn't bear its terrifying voice at all. It was obviously trying to give Han Yu a predicament, but unfortunately it failed.

"What are you looking for?" A naive but somewhat domineering voice sounded, and the little horn flew out, standing on Han Yu’s shoulders, holding his forefoot, glancing at Yunkong Tianma obliquely, without turning his head The masters who fell asleep in the ancient times looked at it.

"It's really true, you two." Yunkong Tianma trembled with anger, staring at the little horn angrily.

"What's real?" Little Horn asked.

The movement here has attracted the attention of countless people. Palace Master Yaochi and others have also come out, but they are not at all worried about Han Yu's situation.

"You and Han Yu have known each other a long time ago, right? The **** war of ideas in the Great Northern Wilderness two years ago, did you pretend to be?" Yunkong Tianma asked.

"Damn, you only know now?" Xiao Jiao looked at Yunkong Tianma with a surprised expression.

Yun Kongtianma's nose suddenly became crooked with anger. The inside of his nose was constantly thundering, and his back kick kept scratching the ground. It can be seen that it is now trying its best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Damn..." Yunkong Tianma raised his voice to the sky with a long roar.

"What's so exciting, if it weren't for this king, you would have lost in that match. Can there be the supreme glory of a draw?" Xiao Jiao teased.

"Hmph, kid, you wait for me, don't fall into Lao Tzu's hands!" Yunkong Tianma glared fiercely at the small corner and turned away.

"Don't worry, this king won't fall into your hands. You have to be careful, don't fall into the hands of this king." Xiaojiao said in a desperate way.

Yunkong Tianma almost stumbled and knelt on the ground, trembling with anger. But as a master tens of thousands of years ago, it really couldn't hold back its face to teach Xiaojiao under all the eyes, and could only leave with a breath of malice.

"Brother Jiao, you are simply my idol, the masters of the first stage of the demon saint's stage wall transformation dare to threaten!" Meng Zuisheng gave a thumbs up.

"The demon saint's late transformation of the wall is nothing, it can't get into the eyes of the king." Xiaojiao said deceivingly.

"Golden Horn, you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue!" At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and a big tortoise crawled over. It was the genius of the demon clan, Bashou.

"Xuanwu, you are full and hold on, take care of the king's nostalgia?" Xiao Jiao stared at Xuanwu, dissatisfied.

Xuanwu snorted, looked at Han Yu, and said mockingly: "Human, why are you still in the fourth stage of Hualian in the middle of Wusheng? This kind of cultivation still wants to win the first place in the Ten Thousand Races Conference, too much of yourself. Is something wrong?"

Before Han Yu could speak, Meng Zuisheng cursed: "You are defeated, you are embarrassed to come here and shout?"

Xuanwu glanced at Meng Zuisheng coldly, and his body shook. The five-fold aura of Hualian in the middle of the demon sage was undoubtedly revealed. He looked at Han Yu with some pride and said: "The last time, you only beat me by one move. This time, I Not only will I win it back, but I will abuse you like a dog!"

"Tsk tusk..." Xiaojiao sighed suddenly, "I think you were born to become Han Yu's incarnation. Go back and wash it up and wait."

Xiao Jiao knows Han Yu very well, knowing that Xuanwu is the nourishment for the complete resurrection of the black dragon.

"Huh!"

Xuanwu made a cold snort and slowly crawled over. It is just passing.

"At this speed, I am embarrassed to come to the Ten Thousand Races Conference. When you climb up, the Ten Thousand Races Conference is over!" Xiao Jiao teased.

Xuanwu's mouth almost crooked, and roared: "Golden Horn, you wait!"

Xiaojiao said lukewarmly: "You, the speed boss, I'm afraid I can't wait!"

"Haha..."

Meng Zuisheng couldn't help laughing, and secretly gave the little horn a thumbs up. As soon as he laughed, many human masters burst into laughter.

"Ah, I'm so angry, Golden Horn, if I don't tear you up, it won't be Xuanwu..."

Xuanwu roared in anger, flashed away, and the feeling of being pointed at here was really terrible.

"You little guy, when did you become so bad?" Han Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Before, the little horn couldn't speak. I didn't know the little horn was so damaged.

"I didn't learn it from you yet." Xiaojiao rolled his eyes, as if being pulled into the water by you.

"Xiaojiao and Meng Zuisheng are like a pair of life treasures. How long have they been here, they have pulled so many enemies for Brother Han! It's still not afraid of Brother Han." Xiao Ya sneered.

The saint of Yaochi smiled slightly, shook her head, and returned to the other courtyard.

Han Yu and the others also returned to the other courtyard. Xiao Jiao and Meng Zuisheng secretly hid under the bodhi branches and practiced hard. The two of them are eager to shine at the Ten Thousand Races Conference.