Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1710

In Xiaoyao City, Han Yu fought with Shutian Eighteen Cavaliers, and there were 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 Nangongling, Han Yu was nothing but an insignificant stranger and a disciple of the Feng Clan.

Otherwise, if they were to know that Han Yu used his own power to kill the six people of Shaotian Shibaqi, I am afraid that the moment Han Yu appeared, he would be frightened.

"The people of the Wind Clan are so capable. If they can't attack directly, they will sneak attack!" Nangongmo gave Han Yu a murderous look, and then looked at Feng Aotian gloomily.

Feng Aotian snorted heavily and cast his gaze elsewhere, not giving Nangongmo any face.

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

"Boy, how dare you tell me to go?" Nangong Mo was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped, his staring eyes smoked.

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 that he could deal with Nangong Mo. It was too arrogant to say that, but more people felt relieved.

"I told you to get out, why are you so thick-skinned? Haha..." Feng Lang laughed, admiring 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, and slapped Han Yu with a slap in the face, trying to treat his body in his own way.

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 others were waiting to watch the excitement in such a neat and leisurely manner.

"Snapped!"

There was a clear and loud slap in the face, 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 stunned, let alone ordinary disciples of the Wind Clan.

To slap a Wusheng's five-tiered star in the early stage, similar to spinning a top, it is so simple, easy and pleasant.

"Puff!"

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

"you……"

Nangongmo looked at Han Yu with a look of horror on his face. Even if he was no longer arrogant, after a brief confrontation just now, he deeply realized the horror of this young man.

"roll!"

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 will not hesitate to take a second slap, get up quickly under Nangong Ling's support, and run away. .

"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 for the ten-day discussion meeting , Let's calculate this account again!" Nangong Mo was roaring in his heart, and calculated the account to Feng Clan.

The 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 mind is 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, even the older generation of masters, their eyes become hot when they see Han Yu.

"A man should be like Han Yu!"

"I want to marry him! He won't marry me 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 wind and waves chased me.

The two great arrogances of the Wind Clan are like this, let alone others.

In the next few days, Han Yu’s doorway was full of 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 good time, and younger people wanted to worship Han Yu as a teacher. Xietian has appeared many times to chase people, and he often ambushes fanatical fans next to Han Yu's house.

"Xiaoyou Han, made you laugh." Feng Xietian came in and saw Han Yu, smiling bitterly. The people of the Wind Clan have almost reached the point of losing control.

"It's okay." Han Yu smiled faintly, he hasn't stayed behind closed doors anyway these days.

"That's good, that's good!" Feng Xietian secretly relieved, he was really afraid of Han Yuxian's trouble, and went straight away.

"The three 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 doesn't hurt to say it!" Han Yu said.

"One month later will be our ten-year Dao Conference. In the Dao Conference, our overlord will send people to compete, and then rank the ten places based on the results of the competition. Previously, 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, we want to keep the top three position , It’s a bit difficult. If we lose the third place, how can we have the face to meet our ancestors in the future, so what should we explain to the patriarch.” Feng Xietian said, his face was full of helplessness.

In the great world, many sects have accumulated and developed their strengths by leaps and bounds. The Feng Clan was left behind in a short time because of his slow cultivation speed.

Feng Xietian was embarrassed to say that, in fact, with the current strength of the Feng Clan, let alone maintaining the third position, it would be difficult to win the bottom.

"Senior wants me to participate in the Ten Place Discussion Conference for 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 Tianlao's disciple, 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, Qi Tianshi, even if you are not from our Feng Clan, you can also fight for our Feng Clan. This time with the help of Han Xiaoyou, I think you can not only keep the third position, even if you are. It's not impossible to compete for the first place." Feng Xietian was overjoyed and did not forget to praise Han Yu secretly.