For several days, Han Yu and others stayed in their guest rooms, and they didn't appear in everyone's sight until the day before the Dao Discussion Conference.
"Brother Aotian, why haven't I seen your people these days. Are you Wind Clan secretly researching some kind of lethal weapon?" Han Yu and the others came out of their courtyard when they heard a With a sneering and sarcastic voice, it happened that someone from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect walked out from the side.
"Can you manage it?" Feng Aotian glanced at Wei Zixian coldly.
"Haha..." Wei Zi first laughed dryly, with a deep sarcasm in his eyes.
"The Dao Discussion Conference is a competition in the arena. Even if there is any killer, it will not be used. I am afraid that the Wind Clan will be busy for nothing." The man of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect said coldly. The powerful man, named Wei Chu, had a three-level cultivation of Star Transformation in the early stage of the Martial Saint, and he always put on an aloof appearance, as if he was the only one in the world who was capable.
"To deal with you guys, you don't need any killer at all, my boss will kill you with one finger." Feng Lang responded strongly.
"Your boss, who is it? Call me out to take a look." Wei Chu swept over Han Yu and Feng Lang Meng with contempt.
Feng Lang pointed at Han Yu and said to Wei Chu: "Look at your dog eyes, this is my boss."
A cold light flashed in Wei Chu's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "The wind and waves are big, don't fall into my hands tomorrow, or I will make your life worse than death. And you, an unknown person, also embarrassed to come out. Yelling, you'd better stay far away when you meet me, or you will suffer."
What Wei Chu was referring to was naturally Han Yu.
There was a strong sense of sarcasm on the faces of the wind and the waves.
"Let's go." Wei Zi glanced at Han Yu first, not caring at all, and walked in front of the Wind Clan with the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
Wei Chu and a man couldn't help turning their heads and wiping their necks at Han Yu and the others.
"The villain hasn't achieved his ambition yet, so he can't help but raise his tail." Feng Aotian sneered, not caring about the people of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect at all.
Several people went to the central hall in this area, and a banquet to celebrate the beginning of the Taoist conference was to be held tonight. After not walking very far, a sudden murderous aura made Han Yu and others involuntarily turn their heads to look at a nearby courtyard. I saw three people walking out of the courtyard, and they were the people of the Nangong family.
Han Yu had never seen the three of them, but the three of them looked at Han Yu coldly.
"Are you the one who injured my Eighth Uncle and Nangong Ling?" A man strode forward, exuding the powerful aura of the sixth-level transformation star in the early stage of the Martial Sage, and suddenly made Feng Aotian, the wind and the waves, and the wind and waves all feel huge. The pressure on his face changed dramatically, and sweat poured down his forehead for a while.
Immediately afterwards, a breeze blew past, and the pressure on several people was quietly dissolved.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his momentum could not help but quietly increase a little bit, but when he reached Han Yu's ten feet, he seemed to have hit the southern wall and passed quietly from both sides, posing no threat to Han Yu and the others.
"The sixth level of Star Transformation in the early stage of Martial Saint? You are not from the Wind Clan?" The man stared at Han Yu stubbornly. He couldn't see Han Yu's cultivation base, it was purely guesswork.
Han Yu looked at the man coldly, making the man look like a fake.
"Hmph, remember my name, my name is Nangong Cheng!" The man glanced at Han Yu coldly and walked to the side. The other two just glanced at a few people coldly, passed by without saying hello.
"This kind of person, I still want our Wind Clan to help them arrange the formation and dream!" Feng Aotian said unhappily.
The group continued on their way, and not long after they met three people, it was Kong Chan's teaching. The leader Kong Jianyuan didn't want to take the initiative to say hello when he saw Feng Clan's people, but when he saw Han Yu behind Feng Aotian, After a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, he hurriedly walked over with a smile.
"Brother Aotian, it's been a long time, Xiaoyou Han, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." Kong Jianyuan handed over again and again.
"Brother Kong is polite." Feng Aotian hurriedly returned the salute.
Han Yu also clenched his fists in return.
"It turns out that this Xiongtai is Brother Han Yuhan. It's better to meet him if he is famous. It's more polite." The woman next to Kong Yan said.
Although she is a woman, she dresses very skillfully, revealing a heroic spirit invisibly.
Kong Yan introduced: "Brother Han, she is the sister-in-law Kong Ling!"
Han Yu arched his fists, and both sides bowed.
"Brother Han, why are you with the people of the Wind Clan?" Kong Yan secretly sent a voice transmission to Han Yu, very surprised.
"I am the disciple of the patriarch of the Feng Clan." Han Yu said truthfully.
Kong Yan asked, "Is Brother Han going to fight in place of Wind Clan?"
Han Yu nodded.
Kong Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I really feel helpless to meet an opponent like you, Brother Han. This time, our hope of hitting the first place with Kong Chan has been dashed again."
Han Yu smiled lightly and didn't say much.
Kong Yan secretly passed the news to Kong Jianyuan and Kong Ling, both of them were stunned for a moment, then the former showed a helpless and bitter smile like Kong Yan, while the latter looked at Han Yu and said, "Brother Han, look Come on, we have to fight head-to-head, and I'm looking forward to facing you."
Kong Ling was gearing up for a while, and it was obvious that she was a militant.
Han Yu said with a smile: "I still hope we don't get along well."
Kong Ling said in surprise: "Why, are you still afraid of me?"
These words made Kong Jianyuan and Kong Yan not know what to say. In the past, they witnessed Han Yu's great power in Xiaoyao City and knew how powerful Han Yu was.
Han Yu smiled and said, "I don't want to fight with women."
Kong Ling was suddenly unhappy and said, "What's wrong with the woman, if you dare to look down on me, I will make you look good!"
Kong Yan hurriedly said: "Brother Han, the little girl doesn't know how high the sky is, so don't have the same knowledge as her."
"Brother, even you look down on me? Humph!" Kong Ling shook her head and strode forward.
Kong Jianyuan shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Brother Aotian, Xiaoyou Han, let's go too!"
Several people walked towards the hall talking and laughing.
In the main hall, there are already many people sitting, and among the ten places, there are only people from Kong Chanjiao, Feng Clan, and Shengtian Temple. Seeing the people from Kong Chan Sect and Feng Clan walking in talking and laughing, many people felt very surprised.
Everyone stood up to greet each other, but most of them were teaching Kong, and as for the people of the Wind Clan, they were left to the side.
"It's really getting worse!" Feng Aotian sighed secretly.
Although this time with Han Yu's help, it is bound to be a blockbuster, but the feeling in my heart at this moment is still unpleasant. And what annoys him the most is that these people will definitely ask Wind Clan for something in the future, but they still ignore Wind Clan.
Just like the Nangong Clan, they clearly asked the Wind Clan, but the Wind Clan didn't help, and they hated the Shangfeng Clan and took the initiative to provoke the Wind Clan.
Strength, no matter where it is, is a status symbol. The more powerful the sects are, the more important the strength becomes.