Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1712

After returning, Han Yu couldn't wait to plant the seeds in the wind, thunder and lightning. The violent force of the wind, thunder and lightning bombarded the seeds, not only did not pose any threat to the seeds, but was absorbed by the seed whale like a cow drinking.

Although the wind, thunder and lightning soil 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 while.

"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 treasure list of the second sect, and the second sect is Kong Chan Sect. 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 Heaven 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 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 Holy Heaven Temple 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, rushing to the luminous area.

Originally, the Feng Clan planned to send Wind and Waves and Wind and Waves to fight, but now that Han Yu joins, Wind and Waves is accompanied by Wind and Waves to watch the excitement.

The Shengtian Temple 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 entertaining other Nine Daoists. The Ten Places on the Dao Conference will also be here. Held.

Only ten sects participated in the ten-place discussion conference, and not many people sent by each sect. 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 a member of the Wind Clan, Brother Aotian, how did you dignified the grand elder of the Wind Clan and went into battle yourself?" Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind, and I saw the people from the Holy Heaven Hall. Five people walked in, all wearing Tsing Yi and carrying **** iron swords.

"A person from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect in the Difficult Area." Feng Aotian whispered, frowning, and said lukewarmly: "I will naturally bring a few younger generations here, listen to you, do you think Do you want to play in person?"

"I've got my old bones, how come I can't afford to face it myself?" Older Wei Zi, the leader of the Qingyi Sword Sect, said with a smile.

"Humph!" Feng Aotian snorted softly.

Wei Zixian glanced at Han Yu, Fenglang Da, and Fenglang Meng casually, and sneered: "How many people are the Feng Clan here?"

The four men of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect held their 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?" Feng Aotian responded indifferently.

"Haha, what Brother Aotian said, too many words will make you lose face and lose face." Wei Zi first smiled.

"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian said angrily.

"It's meaningless? What's the meaning? 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 'S 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 looks 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 Taoist conference in the past few hundred years. When I met Feng 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 Sect. As soon as the voice of the wind and waves fell, the faces of a few people became gloomy, and two men glared at the wind and waves, as if they were about to fight.

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

"Rewrite?" Feng Lang pouted his lips disapprovingly.

"The wind and waves are big, don't you believe it? Or let's compare and compare them first. I dare not say to others. I'm still pretty sure against you." The man glanced sideways at the big wind and waves, and didn't take the big waves in his eyes. Wu In the early stage of Saint Transformation Star, he has the strength to disregard the wind and waves.

"Hmph, who is afraid of who!" Fenglang said furiously, suddenly fighting.

"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 too lazy. General knowledge of the weak like the Tsing Yi Sword School.

Han Yu didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The clown of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect was unable to enter his eyes at all, and followed Feng Aotian's 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 rank of our Wind Clan, then you continue to do a hundred Daydream, 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 School.

The members 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 now, 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.

"The wind clan is just an unknown person! Whatever he does!"

"Being so ironic is just a ruthless sentence. The Wind Clan also has today. It's really relieved!"

The Tsing Yi Sword Sect everyone laughed.

Han Yu's group walked to the reception area. At first, the three of the Feng Clan were still a little angry, but when they thought of the expressions when they saw Han Yu's power in the competition, they instantly lost their anger.

After settling down, Feng Aotian called 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 engage with those who have no eyes. Wait until the conference, no matter how well and happily slap them in the face, I want to 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, would be greatly bad.