Divine Venerate of Martial Dao

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After returning, Han Yu impatiently planted the seeds in the wind, thunder and lightning. The violent wind strength of Thunder bombarded the seeds. Instead of causing any threat to the seeds, they were absorbed by the seed whales as if they were sucking cows.

Although wind, thunder and lightning earth is not as good as Five Elements spirit earth, it is also much better than artificially made 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 said with a slight smile, put the box away, and continued to read the book.

The treasure of the Holy Temple occupies 2 pages, page 3 is the treasure list of the second Sect, and the second Sect is the empty sect. Kong Chan teaches ten or eight treasures, which are of great value, but none of them are what Han Yu intended and occupy 2 pages. Page 2 is Feng Clan’s treasure list. Feng Clan’s treasures are mainly based on formations and immortal maps, which are concentrated on the level that can be refined by the 8-yuan earth-dismantling division.

Han Yu went through the list, put it away, and meditated.

In 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’s blood soil in the hands of the Holy Temple. There are more than a dozen dragon’s blood soils in the Holy Temple, and half of them will be used as a bet this time. The people of the Holy Temple also mentioned Feng Xietian intentionally or unintentionally, and asked Feng Xietian to replace it with the mobile base.

This is good news for Han Yu. The Temple of Heaven is thinking about swapping dragon’s blood, and he has a chance.

After a few more days, 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.

Feng Clan originally planned to send the stormy and stormy waves to fight, but now Han Yu joins, the stormy waves become an escort and go to see the excitement.

The Temple of Heaven has made sufficient preparations for this year’s Ten Places on the Dao Conference. Within the Saint Tiandian Mountain Gate, there is a dedicated area for hosting other Nine Big Sects. The Ten Places on the Road Conference will also be here. Held.

Only ten Sects participated in the ten-place discussion conference, and each Sect sent not many 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 turns out to be from Feng Clan, brother Aotian, how did you dignified Feng Clan Great Elder yourself in battle?” Suddenly, an eccentric voice came from behind, and I saw the people from the Holy Temple, rightly Five people walked in, all wearing Tsing Yi and carrying a big black iron sword.

“People from Sword Sect in Tsing Yi, who are in the area of ​​the land.” Feng Aotian whispered softly, frowned, and said lukewarmly: “I will naturally bring a few younger generations to come, listen to you, do you want to personally Are you in battle?”

“I’ve got old bones, how come I can’t afford to face it myself?” Tsing Yi Sword Sect’s leader old man Wei Zi first said with a smile.

“Hmph!” Feng Aotian was lightly snorted.

Wei Zixian glanced at Han Yu, the wind and waves, and the wind and waves at random, sneered: “How many people are Feng Clan here?”

The four men from Sword Sect in Tsing Yi held hands and looked at Han Yu and the others proudly, as if they were expert first. The face of the wind and waves became hard to look at, and he secretly endured a breath of bad breath.

“Each force has only 2 people participating. What’s the use of more people?” 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, what’s wrong with Brother Aotian? What did I say to offend you, why are you angry?” Wei Zi first begs The 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?” The storm was taunted. The way the other party showed off one’s military strength made him intolerable.

Sword Sect in Tsing Yi is the weakest Sect among the ten places, and it has been the bottom of the ten places on Taoist conferences in the past 100 years. When I met Feng Clan before, he was all flattering, and he 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 Sword Sect in Tsing Yi. 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.

“30 years Hedong 30 years Hexi, our Tsing Yi Sword Sect used to be the bottom, but starting from this time, history is about to be rewritten.” A man from Tsing Yi Sword Sect said proudly with his hands in his arms, with a confident expression on his face.

“Rewrite?” curl one’s lip disapproved of the storm.

“The wind and waves are big, don’t you believe it? Why don’t we compare and compare them first, I dare not say to others, I am still stable against you.” Here, Martial Saint was the 9rd-layer of Martial Saint in the early stage, and he has the strength to outsmart the storm.

“Hmph, who is afraid of whom!” Fenglang said furiously, and the fighting intent suddenly surged.

“Lang Da, see you in the conference ring, I want to see how some people change history, huh!” Feng Aotian flicked his sleeves, turned and strode away, with Han Yu helping out. He was emboldened, and he was too lazy. And Tsing Yi Sword Sect, the weaker oneself to somebody’s level.

Han Yu didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end. The clown like Sword Sect in Tsing Yi couldn’t get into his eyes at all, and followed Feng Aotian with his hands at a moderate pace.

Under the violent advice of the wind and waves, he resisted the impulse of World War I and glanced deeply at the humanity of Tsing Yi Sword Sect: “If you want to step on our Feng Clan superior, then you continue to do 100 Day dream, hahaha…”

The wind and waves turned around and laughed and left. Han Yu was afraid of a bird and stepped heavily on the face of Tsing Yi Sword Sect.

The people of Sword Sect in Tsing Yi didn’t take the wind and waves seriously. One curl one’s lip said: “Feng Clan has been proud of it for a few days now, so sad!”

“Who is that man? How come he has never seen him before, he is not like Feng Clan.” A person was more cautious, looking at Han Yu’s back.

“Feng Clan is just an unknown person! Whatever he does!”

“Being so ironic is just a ruthless sentence. Feng Clan also has today. It’s a relief!”

Tsing Yi Sword Sect everyone laughed.

Han Yu and a group of people walked to the reception area. At first, the three of Feng Clan were still a little angry, but when they thought of the expressions when everyone saw Han Yu greatly showing divine might at the beginning of the competition, they were no longer angry.

After settling down, Feng Aotian gathered several people together and started a small meeting.

“At this time, many people will ridicule and suppress our Feng Clan. Before the official competition, don’t do things easily with those who have no eyeballs. After the conference, no matter how good and happy they are, I want to slap them in the face. See what their expressions will be when they arrive!” Feng Aotian said with a serious face.

Han Yu didn’t expect that Feng Aotian, who is usually serious and serious, would be greatly bad.