Han Yu's cold and stern gaze slashed at the face of the old man in the Holy Land of Light like a skating knife, making him terrified.
"Han Yu, it was all a misunderstanding before, how about you write off the grievances between you and me?" the old man said tremblingly.
Han Yu didn't say a word, he rushed to the front of the old man and killed him with all his might.
Those who left turned around to look at them, all gasping for breath. Han Yu's combat power was too strong, and the masters of Wuhuang Jiuzhong could only be abused.
Soon, the old man flew high and smashed in the direction of Wuya Mountain. After hitting the ground, he remained motionless.
Han Yu's attack on him still couldn't kill him, it was the secret power that killed him.
Feng Kunxiang and the others immediately became cold from head to toe, and rushed out of the ten-mile range without turning their heads.
Outside, people from the Zhao family, Shenji Palace, Boundless Holy Land, and Guangming Holy Land made all kinds of harsh threats, but Han Yu couldn't hear them at all.
And they only dare to threaten outside and dare not come in.
Where Han Yu was standing now, the masters of the sixth level of Emperor Wu came in. Without Han Yu's shot, he would be dead and alive, and no one would dare to take half a step over the thunderous pool.
Han Yu walked towards Wuzi and found that he was dead. Han Yu's attack on him did not cost him his life, but he was seriously injured and was quickly beheaded by the secret force.
Zhao Qingtian and Yan Taihe also ended up in the same way. Han Yu deprived their bloodline of Origin Qi and let the blue dragon devour them.
"This secret power is really scary!" Han Yu sighed softly. Looking down at Little Beast Fang, he was also injured, but the secret power did not affect him, which was all due to Little Beast Fang.
Now Han Yu is more confident that with the small animal teeth, he may really be able to climb the Wuya Mountain.
Han Yu glanced at the crowd outside, sat on the ground, and began to close his eyes again.
"Bad thief Han Yu, you have to die!" The people of the Zhao family, Shenji Palace, Boundless Holy Land and Guangming Holy Land grieved. The masters of the four families were killed by Han Yu!
"Deserved!" The happiest thing now is Qin Yue.
People fell silent again, staring blankly at the man sitting cross-legged. Everyone was in a complicated mood.
Time passed quietly for another two days, almost no one realized that time passed so fast, and many people's eyes hardly left Han Yu for the past two days.
Han Yu seemed to have become one with the earth under his feet, and he remained motionless, as if he had died. But no one dared to approach, and no one would forget the scene of his iron-blooded killing.
"Hooho..."
Two animal roars suddenly came from the south. Han Yu couldn't hear it, but everyone outside heard it. Many people looked at it and saw a thin old man pulling a pink and sculpted little girl slowly. come. On the little old man's left shoulder, stood a small beast, with its front feet clasped in front of its chest, with a cool look.
These three are the old blacksmith, the girl and the little horn.
Han Yu hadn't gone back for many days, and they were all worried. Under Xiaojiao's instigation, he asked the little old man to take them over to take a look, while Shuixian'er and the others continued to stay in the weapon shop.
Qin Le's face changed drastically when she saw Xiaojiao. No one in the world knew that Xiaojiao was Han Yu's pet. It was too dangerous for her to appear at this time.
At this time, Xiaojiao, the hair on his neck has turned golden, majestic and extraordinary, and has broken through the level of the first-order demon emperor.
The people from the Zhao family, the Shenji Palace, the Boundless Holy Land, and the Bright Holy Land suddenly rushed towards the three like hungry wolves.
Although they had never met the old blacksmith and the girl, they could tell from Xiaojiao that the relationship between the two and Han Yu should not be shallow. As long as the three are caught, Han Yu can be forced to leave the ten-mile radius to come out and die.
"Han Yu, if you kill my uncle, I want your relatives to be buried with you!"
"Evil thief, I see if you can hide in it for the rest of your life!"
The people of the four major forces rushed over like crazy, with a murderous aura.
"dong dong dong..."
Suddenly, the footsteps of the old blacksmith sounded like drumming.
"Ah!" The long machine rushed to the front and reached the old blacksmith a hundred feet away. Suddenly, he screamed and fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people also screamed and fell to the ground one after another, as if they had taken poison, and they had a sudden attack.
A total of more than ten people from the four forces fell to the ground.
"The sound of footsteps forms a Dao rhythm attack!" Feng Kunxiang was shocked, and even he couldn't do such a method.
Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the old blacksmith in disbelief, a strong man like the white tiger clan, looking at the old blacksmith's eyes with a hint of fear.
The remaining young disciples of the four forces were all terrified.
The old blacksmith walked through the crowd of the four major forces without even looking at it, and went straight forward. The people in front of them involuntarily gave way to an avenue.
This unremarkable, short stature, dark complexion, and rough-skinned little old man made everyone feel enormous pressure.
"When Han Yu fought against Baihu III, he injured many spectators with the sound of footsteps, which is exactly the same as the footsteps of this old senior. Could it be that this old senior is Han Yu's master?" sound.
Although his voice was not high, it was still heard by many people, which immediately caused an uproar.
There have been countless legends about Master Han Yu in Xiling. The battle in the south left behind the invincible name. Combined with the strong performance of the old blacksmith just now, and the close relationship between Xiaojiao and the old blacksmith, most of the people present concluded that the little old man in front of him was Han Yu's master.
"Han Yu's master is so powerful, no wonder he dares to act recklessly!" Countless people thought in their hearts.
"That kid has such a strong backer, no wonder he is full of confidence and unwilling to cooperate with me." Feng Kunxiang smiled bitterly in his heart. From the few steps the old blacksmith took just now, it can be seen that the old blacksmith is much stronger than him. too much.
"Is it a semi-sacred?" Many people secretly observed the old blacksmith's breath, and the answers they got left everyone dumbfounded.
But they don't think that the old blacksmith is only the third level of earth and martial arts. There is only one answer, and they can't see the true cultivation of the old blacksmith. They all thought that the old blacksmith should have an incredible way to hide his breath, so they made them misunderstand.
Even though it is impossible to determine the true strength of the old blacksmith, but many people have an answer in their hearts, that is the semi-holy!
The only people who can make the masters of Wuhuang Jiuzhong unpredictable and feel heart palpitations are the semi-sacred powerhouses.
In the cultivation world, there has not been such a peak-level figure for a long time, and the half-sage represents the top of the cultivation world!
Chang Jizi, Zen Jizi, and the masters of the Zhao family were extremely sad. Who would have thought that Han Yu would have such a strong backer. In this era, with such a backer, who would dare to offend easily
In particular, the people from the Holy Land of Light felt extremely regretful in their hearts. They didn't have much hatred with Han Yu, and it was entirely their own fault to get to where they are now.