After coming back, Han Yu couldn't wait to plant the seeds in the wind and thunder soil. The violent wind and thunder power bombarded the seeds, not only did not cause any threat to the seeds, but was absorbed by the seeds like a cow drink.
Although the wind and thunder soil is not as good as the five elements spiritual soil, it is also much better than the artificial soil, and the amount is large enough for the seeds to absorb for a period of time.
"No matter how big your appetite is, I will feed you, let you sprout and grow!" Han Yu smiled slightly, put away the box, and continued to flip through the book.
The treasures of the Holy Heavenly Temple occupy two pages, and the third page is the treasure list of the second sect, and the second sect is Kongchan Sect. Kong Chan Sect provided 18 kinds of treasures, which were of great value, but none of them were what Han Yu wanted, and they also took up two pages. The fifth page is the treasure list of the wind clan. The treasures of the wind clan are mainly array bases and array immortal pictures, which are concentrated on the levels that can be refined by the three-circle earth unloader.
Han Yu browsed through the list, put it away, and meditated.
In a blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, and one day Feng Xietian hurriedly came to tell Han Yu that he had already heard about the dragon blood soil in the hands of the Holy Heavenly Temple. There are a total of more than ten squares of dragon blood in the Temple of Heaven, and this time, half of them will be taken as a bet. The people in the Temple of Heaven also mentioned Feng Xietian consciously or unintentionally, and asked Feng Xietian to exchange the mobile formation base.
This is good news for Han Yu. The Holy Heavenly Temple thinks about exchanging the dragon's blood and soil, and he will have a chance to get it.
A few days later, Han Yu, the wind and the waves, and the wind and waves set off under the leadership of Feng Aotian to the luminous area.
Originally, the Wind Clan planned to send Feng Lang Da and Feng Lang Meng to fight, but now that Han Yu has joined, Feng Lang Meng has accompanied him and went to watch the fun.
The Temple of Heaven has already made full preparations for this year's Ten Earth Discussion Conference. Within the gate of the Holy Heaven Temple, there is a special area for entertaining people from other nine major sects. The Ten Earth Discussion Conference will also be here. held.
There are only ten sects participating in the Ten Land Discussion Conference, and there are not many people sent by each sect. Although it is a grand meeting, it is not very lively. The preparation of the Holy Heavenly Temple was very thoughtful, and when they arrived, someone came to guide them and bring them into the Holy Heavenly Temple.
"Yo, it turned out to be a member of the Wind Clan, Aotian brother, you are the dignified Feng Clan elder, why did you go into battle in person?" Suddenly, a yin and yang strange voice came from behind. Five people walked in, all wearing Tsing Yi and carrying large black iron swords.
"It's hard to win the people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect." Feng Aotian whispered softly, frowned, and said lukewarmly, "I naturally want to bring a few juniors here. Listening to your words, do you think Do you want to play in person?"
"I'm an old man, how can I still have the guts to go into battle in person?" Wei Zixian, the leader of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect, said with a smile.
"Humph!" Feng Aotian snorted softly.
Wei Zixian casually glanced at Han Yu, Feng Lang Da and Feng Lang Meng, and sneered, "How many people are there from the Feng Clan?"
The four men from the Sword Sect in Tsing Yi 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 bad breath.
"There are only two people from each faction, what's the use of coming more?" Feng Aotian responded indifferently.
"Haha, what Brother Aotian said, too many words will make you lose face if you lose too much." Wei Zi smiled first.
"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian said angrily.
"It doesn't make any sense? What's the point of it? It's just a casual chat with Brother Aotian. What's wrong with you, Brother Aotian? I offended you, why are you angry?" Wei Zixian asked for a beating expression, surprised.
"This world has really changed. Has the last-to-last one become so rampant? Has it become popular to be proud of the weak?" Feng Lang mocked. The other party's flamboyant appearance made him unbearable.
The Tsing Yi Sword Sect is the weakest sect among the Ten Lands, and it has always been at the bottom of the Ten Land Discussion Conferences in the past few hundred years. When I met Feng Clan before, they were all flattered, and they had almost no right to speak in the ten places. I didn't expect their tails to be so high now.
This is the pain of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect. Just after Feng Lang's words fell, the faces of several people turned gloomy, and two men glared at Feng Lang, as if they were about to fight.
"Thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, our Tsing Yi Sword Sect used to be at the bottom, but starting from this time, history is about to be rewritten." A man from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect said proudly, holding his hands, with a confident expression on his face.
"Rewrite?" Feng Lang pouted in disapproval.
"The wind and waves are big, don't you believe it? Why don't we learn from each other first, I dare not say to others, I'm still very sure about dealing with you." In the early stage of the Holy Star Transformation, he has the strength to disdain the wind and waves.
"Hmph, who's afraid of who!" Feng Lang said angrily, and his fighting spirit was instantly surging.
"Lang Da, I'll see you in the arena, I want to see how some people change history, hum!" Feng Aotian flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away, with Han Yu helping him, he was confident, but he was too lazy He has the general knowledge of a weakling like the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
Han Yu didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, a clown jumping from the beam of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect couldn't get into his eyes at all, and he followed Feng Aotian with his arms in his arms.
Under the advice of the wind and waves, resisting the urge to fight the first battle, he glanced at the people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect and said: "If you want to step on our wind clan, then you continue to do a hundred things. Daydream, hahaha…”
Feng Lang turned around and laughed and walked away, Han Yu was still afraid of a bird when he was there, and then stepped on the face of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect didn't take it seriously, and one of them curled their lips and said, "The Wind Clan has been so proud of it for a few days, it's a pity!"
"Who is that man, how come I've never seen it before, he doesn't look like someone from the Wind Clan." A person was more cautious, looking at Han Yu's back.
"The Wind Clan is just a nameless person! Whatever he does!"
"To be so ridiculed, it's just a ruthless remark, the Wind Clan also has today, it's really relieved!"
The Tsing Yi Sword Sect people laughed.
Han Yu and a group of people walked to the reception area. At first, the three people from the Wind Clan were a little angry, but when they thought of the expression on Han Yu's powerful expression at the beginning of the competition, they were instantly relieved.
After settling down, Feng Aotian called a few people together and held a small meeting.
"This time, there will definitely be many people who will ridicule and suppress our Wind Clan. Before the official competition, don't take it easy with those who have no eyeballs. Wait for the conference, and then slap them in the face. Let's see what expressions they will have!" Feng Aotian said with a serious face.
Han Yu didn't expect that Feng Aotian, who was usually serious, was also very bad.