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The auction proceeded as scheduled. As soon as the sun rose, Han Yu walked out of the other courtyard and walked slowly to the auction hall in the Central Region.

After not taking a few steps, the people who met Kongtong Holy Land came out. An old man was in front, Luo Kong and Ji Tong were behind. The old man glanced at Han Yu and moved away without stopping too much. When Luo Kong saw Han Yu, he subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but he quickly looked at Han Yu provocatively. With his own elder expert present, he no longer feared Han Yu. Ji Tong smiled to Han Yu nodded.

It seems that Luo Kong did not at all tell the people of Kongtong Holy Land what he had been taught by Han Yu. Think about it, as Heaven’s Chosen of Kong Mountain Faction, you can say it.

“Surnamed Han, I wrote down the humiliation that day, Luo Kong.” Suddenly, Han Yu heard Luo Kong’s sound transmission.

Han Yu didn’t even bother to look at Luo Kong. Luo Kong was coldly snorted, turned his head and walked away with his family.

Han Yu was walking behind the Kongtong Holy Land at a moderate pace, about two hundred zhang away from the auction hall. Suddenly, a fierce murderous aura came from behind, which hit Han Yu’s back like a big knife.

Han Yu stopped, and the people in Kongtong Holy Land in front also sensed the murderous aura and stopped.

Han Yu turned around, and saw a tall black clothed man standing at the intersection not far away. The complexion is gloomy was about to drip out, and his eyes filled with horror.

“Han Yu, really travel far and wide looking for something, only to return and find it easily, die!” the man said in a low voice.

After speaking, he heard a bang, and the man slammed into Han Yu like a cannonball, and punched the void in front of Han Yu to pieces.

In such an imposing manner, the old man of the Holy Land at the back of Kongtong, could not help but change his color slightly.

“Martial Saint Middle Stage Hualian 2nd?” Han Yu lightly snorted, his left foot took a half step forward, the right hand shook hands into a fist, and shot out with one punch. The terrifying Origin Qi, like a big dragon pouring out from the dantian, rushed to the arm, and gathered on the fist.

“bang!”

The fists of the two people banged against each other heavily, and Origin Qi collided and exploded, forming a terrifying wave of air, which dispersed in 2 weeks. The people who came out did not change their color, and hurriedly propped up the shield to limit the air wave to a very small range. Otherwise, this air wave is enough to raze the sword city to the ground.

The pupil of the man suddenly shrinks, groaned backwards and deng deng backwards, crushing the ground with every step.

Han Yu did not retreat, but with him as the center, all the ground within the hundred zhang exploded. This is because he controlled the power, otherwise the auction hall would be shattered.

“Really strong power!” Kongtong Holy Land’s old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face showed a surprised look.

This confrontation shocked the 10000 Guge people and everyone who came to the auction.

“Who are you?” Han Yu asked calmly.

The man looked at Han Yu gloomily. Han Yu’s calmness surprised him very much. This calmness was simply terrifying.

“Zhu Tian Shi 8: Riding the boss Wu to break the sky!” The man said in a low voice, every word had to be attacked with terrifying sound waves, shaking the sky violently.

Han Yu looked at Wu Potian expressionlessly. He had heard that Wu Potian was the most terrifying existence in Zhutian Shi 8 rides, but he did not expect it to be so strong. The rest of the people on Zhu Tian Shi 8 rides were compared with him. , Is not a magnitude at all.

“Surnamed Han, today I think you are still alive!” Luo Kong sneered again and again, wishing Wu Potian would immediately start his hand to kill Han Yu.

“Shua!” Suddenly, a silhouette appeared in the middle of the two people.

“Two people, fighting is forbidden here, please give me a better face. That’s it for today!” Wu Gu cupped the hands to the two people, neither humble nor overbearing.

“I will kill you next time!” Wu Potian didn’t talk nonsense, and walked through looking towards the auction hall, passing by Han Yu without even looking at Han Yu, he was extremely proud.

“It’s a pity, I have to wait until the next time I see a good show.” Luo Kong thought, as he felt regretful, there were Ren Feichen and Cao Yangxu.

“Brother Han, are you okay?” Wugu walked over and asked.

“It’s okay.” Han Yu said lightly.

“Brother Han, you have to beware of this person, this person’s cultivation sword is said to have reached its peak. It is a tricky character.” Wugu secretly gave Han Yu a sound transmission.

Han Yu nodded, he will not underestimate Wu Potian.

This was just a small disturbance, and everyone walked into the auction hall one after another. Just entered, Han Yu felt a sword glow shining on him, and an old man sat beside Wu Potian, looking at Han Yu murderous-looking.

Han Yu is not afraid and responds indifferently.

The old man snorted heavily and retracted his gaze. Han Yu handed the invitation to the 10000 people in the ancient pavilion, and took a seat. With Han Yu coming in, no one came in until the auction time came.

“In this auction of 10000 Guge, only 3 Sect people were invited.” Han Yu was very surprised. In the hall, there are only 4 people from different forces, namely Fengyun Holy Land, Kongtong Holy Land, Yuxu Shenggong and Han Yu. Han Yu was added later.

Not only Han Yu was surprised, but the Sect people were also surprised.

10000 The people of the ancient pavilion are already preparing for the auction. Suddenly Luo Kong turned his head to look towards Han Yu with harboring malicious intentions, provocatively saying: “Surnamed Han, I am here today, you don’t want to shoot anything.”

Han Yu quietly shot two cold lights in his eyes, and Luo Kong was so scared that he subconsciously shrank his neck.

“Youngster murderous aura, don’t be too heavy!” The old man of Kongtong Holy Land turned his head and looked at Han Yu warningly.

“First take care of your own people!” Han Yu responded coldly.

“Hmph!” The old man of Holy Land in Kongtong snorted heavily and turned his head away.

Ren Feichen and Cao Yangxu looked towards Han Yu, also with harboring malicious intentions. But Wu Potian didn’t look at Han Yu again after coming in.

“Everyone, many thanks, thank you for coming to participate in our auction. This Zhang represents 10000 ancient pavilions here. Thanks for 10000 points!” Old Zhang cupped the hands to everyone.

Except for Han Yu, all the people present were from Great Influence and had a big background, but they were all polite cup one fist in the other hand in return.

Old Zhang was polite and cut to the point, saying: “This time we only auction one thing…”

Before Old Zhang’s words were finished, there were several surprises. Han Yu looked at Old Zhang in surprise. The auction only auctioned one thing. Is this for fun?

This thing is not important to everyone, but if everyone needs it, isn’t it going to kill you?

Old Zhang smiled at hehe and stretched out his hand and said: “Everyone don’t be impatient, please listen to me. Although this auction is only one piece, everyone present can be photographed.”

Everyone became even more puzzled. How could everyone photograph one thing? Can it be shredded and divided?


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