Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1821: Naughty Little Horn

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

The two of them kept looking at each other, until they passed by, their eyes 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 rather uneasy: "After that defeat, what has he experienced? How come he has been reborn?"

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

After living in, Meng Zuisheng and Xiaojiao went back to the room on the grounds of practicing. When Han Yu went back to his house, Meng Zuisheng went to Xiaojiao's house sneakily. They thought Han Yu didn't know, but Han Yu was actually clear.

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

Inside the room, Xiao Jiao and Meng Zuisheng were sitting cross-legged with serious faces, practicing and enlightening. Behind them, there was a branch standing upright, covering the two of them like an umbrella, and the leaves were radiant and sacred.

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

"It must be the little horn who stole it." Han Yu was speechless. If the people in the Yaochi Sacred Palace found out that a branch of the Bodhi tree had been stolen, he would probably hunt and kill the little horn all over the world.

Han Yu didn't break it, and sat cross-legged, studying supernatural powers.

Soon in the evening, the ground suddenly trembled, as if it was going to be an earthquake.

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

As soon as Han Yu moved, he walked out of the yard. He saw a white horse standing outside the yard with a pair of white wings and a jade horn on his forehead. It was 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 could not bear its terrifying voice. It obviously wanted to give Han Yu a stab at it, but it failed.

"What are you looking for?" A naive but somewhat domineering voice rang out, and the little horn flew out, standing on Han Yu's shoulders, holding his forefoot, glancing at the cloud sky horse, without turning his head asleep from ancient times. The master who came is looking at it.

"It's really true, you two are in a group." Yunkong Tianma was shaking with anger, staring at Xiaojiao angrily.

"What's real?" Xiaojiao asked.

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

"You and Han Yu have known each other a long time ago, haven't you? The **** idea war in the Great Northern Wilderness two years ago was what you pretended to be?" Yunkong Tianma asked.

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

Yun Kong Tianma's nose was suddenly crooked with anger, and the muffled thunder in his nose was constantly hitting, and the back kick was constantly scratching the ground. It can be seen that it is now trying its best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Damn..." Yunkong Tianma looked up to the sky with a long roar.

"What's so exciting, if it weren't for this big king, you would have lost in that match, can you still have the supreme glory of a draw?" Xiaojiao 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 big king." Xiaojiao said deceivingly.

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 Demon Sage's transformation dare to threaten!" Meng Zuisheng gave a thumbs up.

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

"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 demon genius Xuanwu.

"Xuanwu, you have to eat and hold on, and take care of your nostalgia?" Xiao Jiao stared at Xuanwu, dissatisfied.

Xuanwu snorted, looked at Han Yu, and said mockingly: "Human, why are you still in the four-level realm of Hualian in the middle stage of Martial Saint? This kind of cultivation still wants to win the first place in the Ten Thousand Races Conference, so I take myself seriously. Right?"

Before Han Yu could speak, Meng Zuisheng cursed, "You are too embarrassed to come here and scream?"

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

"Tsk tusk tusk..." Xiao Jiao 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.

"Humph!"

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

"Just as fast as the tortoise, 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!"

Xiao Jiao said coldly and warmly: "You, the speed boss, I'm afraid you 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's not Xuanwu..."

Xuanwu roared with anger and flashed away. 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." Xiaojiao rolled his eyes, as if being pulled into the water by you.

"Xiao Jiao and Meng Zuisheng are simply a pair of 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, and Xiao Jiao and Meng Zuisheng secretly hid under the bodhi branches to practice hard. The two of them wanted to shine in the Ten Thousand Races Conference.