When facing outsiders, they were all on the same page, and they were not in a hurry to fight each other. This made Mu Hanyan somewhat relieved.
But with the lessons learned from Wei Wenxiao, they dare not underestimate any of the disciples of the Holy Court, especially those who dare to come to provoke them knowing their identities.
The previous Great Sword Master of the Western Qin Dynasty is the best example. Speaking of his strength, he is not much worse than Zhuang Pingan and Sang Qinghe. After giving in, he lost face, hiding behind the crowd and never being ashamed to show his face again.
With such a shadow in his heart, the heart of the strong is frustrated, and it is estimated that he will not achieve much in his life.
Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were afraid that they would accidentally provoke another saint and end up like him.
"This one is Elder Ao's direct disciple, Deacon Han Yutang Han, why don't you hurry up and salute." The attendant said flauntingly, and when he mentioned Elder Ao, his face was full of reverence and fascination.
"What is Deacon Han, I haven't heard of it." When they heard that he was not a saint, but a deacon, everyone was a little disapproving, and Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were even a little disdainful.
There are too many deacons in the holy court, and there is a distinction between inside and outside. What they fear are saints like Wei Xiaotian, not deacons.
"Bold, how dare you be disrespectful to Deacon Han!" Seeing their disapproving expressions, the sycophant yelled at him pretending to be powerful.
"Forget it, they haven't seen much of the world, so they don't need to be as knowledgeable as them." Han Yutang waved his hand, and said contemptuously to Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and the others, "Aren't you rushing to fight for the courtyard of the Holy Sword Peak? Let's see, how did you manage to enter this Holy Sword Valley?"
"Hmph, we want to go in, who dares to stop us?" Zhuang Ping'an and the others are usually arrogant and domineering masters in their own country. heart of.
Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe walked inward after talking. Anyway, Lord Shengzhu had already spoken, and he didn't believe that anyone would dare to stop them.
They have long seen that the young disciples of the same age in the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their arrival stole the other party's limelight, and they also guessed that Han Yutang and the others were just mocking them in private to vent their anger, not to vent their anger. With the instruction of the Holy Court, it is even more confident.
In the face of foreign aggression, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were surprisingly united. They had already made up their minds. If someone dared to stop them, they would just do it. Who is afraid of anyone
But what surprised them was that the opponent didn't intend to do anything at all, just looked at them with a smile, but the two of them looked too nervous when they pressed their sword hilts, as if they were afraid of each other.
Both of them felt very shameless and let go of their sword hilts at the same time.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in front of them. The two were startled, and reached out to draw their swords at the same time, but it was already too late.
A huge force came towards them, and the two of them had only half drawn their swords before they were knocked to the ground, turning over a dozen somersaults like rolling gourds, and then stopped.
"Brother Zhuang!"
"Brother Sang!" The companions of the two hurried forward to help them up.
Fortunately, they didn't suffer any injuries, but they were in a state of embarrassment, and there was no majesty of a great swordsman at all.
"Hahahaha, I just said they were ignorant, see if I'm right, it's really ridiculous to be tossed about by such a small formation." Han Yutang leaned back and laughed.
The other disciples of the holy court also laughed wildly, pointing at Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, as if they were pointing at two dogs in the water.
Formation! Mu Hanyan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although Han Yutang said it lightly, she knew that this formation was definitely not as simple as he said, because she hadn't even noticed the existence of this formation before.
More importantly, this formation is not only extremely concealable, but its power should not be underestimated. You must know that both Zhuang Pingan and Sang Qinghe are great sword masters, their strength is not much worse than hers, and their experience and actual combat experience will never be inferior to hers. How bad is he.
If it wasn't Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe who stepped forward just now, but herself, she might end up in the same end if she was caught off guard.
The expressions of the other descendants of the guardian of the gods also changed dramatically. If Han Yutang hadn't opened his mouth, they would not have even realized that it was a formation. No wonder this person is so arrogant, he really has confidence.
"What do you want to do!" Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe shouted in embarrassment, and drew out their long swords at the same time.
"Wait, wait, I didn't come to fight with you." Han Yutang said with a smile on his face, "I just heard that the Holy Master recruited the descendants of the guardian of God from all over the world, and wanted them to inherit those I am a little curious about the inheritance left by the ancient powerhouses, how capable these descendants of the guardian of the gods are, but after trying it, I was greatly disappointed."
Speaking of this, Han Yutang naturally had a face full of contempt and ridicule.
The blushing faces of Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe became even more intense, and they were a little purple.
They have always been proud of their identities as descendants of the guardian of the gods. Although they knew that this time they came to the Holy Court and then went to Beiyuan Wuyuan to die, they still did not hesitate, and even regarded it as honor and pride.
But as soon as they arrived at the holy court, Wei Xiaotian suffered repeated setbacks. After all, other people are saints. It is unacceptable.
"Leng Qingyun!"
"Rolliff!" The two shouted at the same time.
The two young men stood up at the same time, but they both had bitter expressions on their faces.
"Break this formation for me!" The two ordered again in unison, not noticing the bitter look on their faces at all.
But Mu Hanyan could tell that the two of them turned bitter when they heard Zhuang Sang calling their names, obviously lacking in confidence, but Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were both outstanding in strength and older than others Some of them were extremely prestigious among the descendants of the guardian gods of their country, and they did not dare to disobey, so they had no choice but to walk forward listlessly.
Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu came to the place where Zhuang Sang was blown away by the formation before, and played hand fight at the same time.
Their strength is not strong, but the third-rank sword master, but when they made a move, everyone's eyes lit up,
On the surface, the fight between the two of them didn't seem to have much of a surprise, but some subtleties were obviously different from ordinary fights. You must know that the technique of Hand Jue has been handed down for millions of years. After repeated scrutiny and repeated beatings by countless ancestors, it is so delicate that there is no room for any mistakes when it is performed. thousands of miles.