Han Yu remembered the relevant contents of the Immortal-Fulong Formation in his mind, and walked around the sixth floor again. He didn't find the formation he liked, so he went downstairs. The fifth floor was empty, and there was no storm. Han Yu went down to the fourth floor, and there was no one on the fourth floor.
Han Yu frowned. Before the storm said that he would wait for him below, why is there no one there now.
Not only that, the third, second, and first floors also disappeared, and the needles fell silently.
"Xiaoyou Han, have you come down, have you found a suitable formation?" The seventh elder suddenly appeared and asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Han Yu nodded slightly.
"What is the formation?" Seventh Elder asked.
"The Immortals and the Dragon Formation." Han Yu said.
The seventh elder nodded enviously and said, "In the past, only the patriarch and the first elder could go up to the sixth floor."
Han Yu asked, "Where have all the previous people gone?"
A look of anger suddenly appeared on the seventh elder's face, and he said, "The Nangong family has come to provoke, and the storm has come to challenge, and the rest of the people have gone to cheer."
Han Yu asked, "Where is it?"
The seventh elder said: "In the central martial arts field."
Han Yu said, "I'll go take a look."
The Wind Clan, the Central Martial Arts Arena, the Great Wind and Waves and the genius Nangong Ling of the Nangong Clan are fighting like a raging fire. On the viewing platform, the elders on both sides were paying close attention.
"The Wind Clan has always been known for its leapfrog battles. Today, it seems that it's not too bad!" Nangong Mo, the elder of the Nangong family, said coldly. He was short and had an inverted triangular face, looking extremely mean.
"No matter how strong a leapfrog battle is, there are limits. Nangong Ling's cultivation base is two levels higher than Feng Lang's. The wind and waves persisted for half an hour without falling into the wind. Who is more worthy of fame!" Feng Ao Tian Leng cold response.
A year ago, the Nangong family asked people from the Wind Clan to help arrange the formation. Because the remuneration was too low, the Feng Clan did not go. The Nangong family has always been brooding. of anger, naturally will not give a good face.
"Nangong Ling is one year younger than Feng Lang's age, but his martial arts cultivation is twice as high as Feng Lang's. The name of the first genius of the Wind Clan is probably going to be a joke!" Nangong Mo's undisguised irony.
"Hmph, so what if the martial arts cultivation base is high? It's not like it's not worth it!" Feng Aotian said solemnly.
Nangong Mo's face became gloomy. He came today to make the Wind Clan look ugly. How could he give up and say loudly, "Ling'er, let the people of the Wind Clan see the stunts of our Nangong Clan!"
On the ring, the corners of Nangong Ling's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold look, and said, "The wind and waves are big, and I'm already hot, I'm going to get serious."
Feng Lang's face changed slightly, but he used all his strength to draw a tie with Nangong Ling, but he quickly calmed down and sneered: "Blushing, do whatever you can!"
"The aurora closes the sky!"
Nangong Ling shouted loudly, and raised his hands together.
"boom!"
The vitality in his body surged out like a volcanic eruption, shrouding it, and the whole person instantly transformed into a white ball of light. Even Feng Aotian and Nangong Mo squinted slightly, not daring to open their eyes too wide.
"Meteor Broken Sky!"
"boom!"
The light group hit the windy body and made a loud noise. Then there was a scream, and the wind and waves flew out, spitting out blood.
"Shh!"
The light faded, and Nangong Ling manifested. Standing proudly on the ring, he said disdainfully, "You fell as soon as I exerted my strength, what a disappointment!"
These words seemed like countless palms, slamming heavily on the faces of everyone in the Wind Clan. Everyone's eyes widened in anger, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.
"Brother Aotian, with the abilities of the noble disciples, the Wind Clan will probably be at the bottom of the competition in this ten-district Taoism conference. Ten years ago, the Feng Clan was still the third, but I didn't expect that it would be the last ten years after this. , it can be regarded as making history. Hahaha..." Nangongmo laughed, his demeanor was abnormally arrogant.
Ten years ago, the Nangong Clan was ranked fourth, and was crushed by the Wind Clan. They had always felt resentment. In addition, they had asked the Wind Clan to take action a year ago, and the Wind Clan did not help, and they were even more resentful.
Feng Aotian's fists creaked, but he was speechless.
What Nangong Ling defeated was not only the big storm, but also shattered the pride of the Wind Clan and the beautiful dream.
"This time, the ten-district Taoism conference is destined to be remembered in the history books! I think it's better for the Feng Clan not to participate in order to avoid embarrassment." Nangongmo looked at Feng Aotian, and added a sentence lukewarm, as if on fire Oiled.
Seeing how Feng Aotian was so aggrieved and swallowed with broken teeth, Nangong Mo felt very relieved.
"Ling'er, let's go, Qitian's lineage is already desolate!" Nangongmo shook his head and said sarcastically.
The senior members of the Feng Clan all had a sullen face, and the three corpses were furious, but they did not dare to do anything to Nangong Mo. Nangong Mo was a master of the fifth level of Star Transformation in the early stage of Wu Sheng, and even Feng Aotian was by no means his opponent.
"Where did the clown jumping from the beam come from, just because you are qualified to judge my Qitian line?" Suddenly, a cold voice came.
Immediately, the upper management of the Wind Clan felt as if they had been beaten with blood, and instantly became energized. I saw a black-clothed man walking slowly with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to look at Nangong Mo.
"Uneducated thing!" Before Nangong Mo could speak, Nangong Ling was furious. He didn't even pay attention to the big wind and waves, and the rest of the Wind Clan's peers were like ants in his eyes.
What responded to him was a slap from Han Yu.
I saw that Han Yu's palm rose against the storm and drew it from a distance. There is no strong breath, and the speed is not fast.
"Looking for death!" A cold light flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, he reached out and grabbed Han Yu's wrist, with a vicious look on his face, he wanted to twist Han Yu's hand off.
When Nangong Ling's hand was about to catch Han Yu's wrist, Han Yu's hand passed over Nangong Ling's hand for some unknown reason, and then it was straight and slapped his face hard. .
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded, and Houtiandi fell into extreme silence.
Nangong Ling's body swirled and flew out, blood and teeth splashing out of his mouth.
"Pfft!"
Nangong Ling flew a few hundred meters before hitting the ground like a sandbag. She raised her head and looked at Han Yu, her shock gradually being replaced by fear.
Many people at the scene were stunned, and a slap in the face slapped a master of Martial Saint's early stage transformation star, which was like a dream, and those who knew Han Yu's true cultivation base were already waiting for a good show, when the slap sounded. , is the sound of bursts of applause.
The storm and the storm were so excited that they danced with excitement, the former endured the pain and laughed even though he coughed up blood. This slap in the face was really relieved.
After Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, Sen Han's murderous aura quietly appeared in his eyes.