Chapter 1709 Broken Dreams

Han Yu memorized the relevant content of Juxian Fulong Formation in his mind, and walked around the sixth floor. He didn't find the formation he liked, so he went downstairs. The fifth floor was empty, and the wind and waves were not there. Han Yu went down to the fourth floor, and there was no one on the fourth floor.

Han Yu frowned. Feng Langda said before that he would wait for him below, but now there is no one there.

Not only that, but no one was seen on the third floor, second floor, and first floor, and needles could be heard quietly.

"Han Xiaoyou, you have come down, have you found a suitable formation?" Seventh Elder suddenly appeared and asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Han Yu nodded slightly.

"What formation?" Seventh Elder asked.

"Gathering Immortals Fulong Formation." Han Yu said.

The seventh elder nodded enviously, and said: "In the past, only the patriarch and the great elder could go up the sixth floor."

Han Yu asked, "Where did the previous people go?"

A look of anger suddenly appeared on the face of the Seventh Elder, and he said: "The Nangong family came to provoke, the wind and waves are big to fight, and the rest of the people went to cheer."

Han Yu asked, "Where is it?"

The Seventh Elder said: "In the central martial arts arena."

Han Yu said, "I'll go and have a look."

The Feng Clan, the Central Martial Arts Field, Feng Lang Da and Nan Gong Ling, the genius of the Nan Gong family, are fighting in full swing. On the viewing platform, the elders of both sides are paying attention.

"The Wind Clan has always been known for their leapfrog battles, but today, it seems like nothing!" Nangong Mo, the elder of the Nangong Clan, said sarcastically. He is short and has an inverted triangle face, which looks extremely mean.

"No matter how strong a leapfrog battle is, there is a limit. Nan Gongling's cultivation base is two levels higher than Feng Langda's. Feng Langda persisted for half an hour without losing the wind. Who is more famous!" Feng Aotian Leng cold response.

A year ago, the Nangong family invited people from the Feng clan to help arrange the formation, because the reward was too low, the Feng clan did not go, and the Nangong family has always been worried about it. This time they came to the house to provoke Feng Aotian. Naturally, he will not give a good face to his anger.

"Nangong Ling is one year younger than Feng Langda, but his martial arts cultivation is two levels higher than Feng Langda's. I'm afraid it will be a joke to say that he is the first genius of the Feng Clan!" Nangong Mo sarcastically.

"Hmph, so what if you have a high level of martial arts? Isn't it because it's not useful!" Feng Aotian said in a deep voice.

Nangong Mo's face became gloomy. He came here today to make the Feng Clan look bad, how could he let it go, and said loudly: "Ling'er, let the Feng Clan see the unique skills of our Nangong Clan!"

On the ring stage, the corners of Nangong Ling's mouth raised slightly, showing a ruthless look, and said: "The wind and waves are strong, and I'm already hot. I'm going to get serious."

Feng Langda's face changed slightly, he had to use all his strength to draw with Nan Gongling, but soon calmed down, and said with a sneer: "Bluvat, use whatever skills you have!"

"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, enveloping him, and his whole body instantly transformed into a white ball of light. The light was dazzling, covering the sky and the sun, making many people unable to open their eyes. Even Feng Aotian and Nangong Mo squinted their eyes slightly, not daring to open them too wide.

"Meteor shatters the sky!"

"boom!"

The light cluster hit Feng Langda's body, making a loud noise. Then there was a scream, and the wind and waves flew upside down, spitting blood from the mouth.

"Shua!"

The light faded, Nangong Ling manifested, stood proudly on the ring, and said disdainfully: "I just exerted strength, but you fell down, what a disappointment!"

These words were like countless palms slapping the faces of everyone in the Wind Clan. Everyone's eyes were wide open, but they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"Brother Aotian, with the ability of noble disciples, the Wind Clan will probably be at the bottom of this competition in the Ten Land Discussion Conference. Ten years ago, the Wind Clan was still the third. I didn't expect that after only ten years, they would be at the bottom. , can be regarded as making history. Hahaha..." Nangong Mo laughed, with an unusually rampant expression.

Ten years ago, the Nangong family ranked fourth, being overwhelmed by the Feng Clan, and they had always been resentful. In addition, they had asked the Feng Clan to help them a year ago, and the Feng Clan didn't help, so they held grudges.

Feng Aotian's fists creaked, but he was speechless.

What Nan Gongling defeated was not only the big wind and waves, but also shattered the pride and dream of the Feng Clan.

"This time, the Dao Discussion Conference of the Ten Lands is destined to be engraved in the annals of history! I think it is better for the Feng Clan not to participate, so as not to be ashamed." Nangong Mo looked at Feng Aotian, and added a sentence lukewarmly, as if on fire pour oil.

Seeing Feng Aotian's extremely aggrieved appearance, smashing his teeth and swallowing in his stomach, Nangong Mo felt very refreshed.

"Ling'er, let's go, Qi Tian is already very lonely!" Nangong Mo shook his head and said bitterly.

The high-level members of the Feng Clan were all sullen, and the three corpses were furious, but they didn't dare to do anything to Nangong Mo. Nangong Mo was a martial artist at the fifth level of Hua Xing in the early stage, even Feng Aotian was by no means his opponent.

"Where did the jumping beam clown come from? Just because you are qualified to judge my Qi Tianyi?" Suddenly, a cold voice came.

Immediately, the high-level members of the Wind Clan became refreshed as if they had been injected with chicken blood. I saw a man in black walking slowly with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to look at Nangong Mo.

"Idiots!" Before Nangong Mo could speak, Nangong Ling was furious. He doesn't even pay attention to big storms, and the rest of the Wind Clan's peers are even more like ants in his eyes.

What responded to him was Han Yu's slap.

I saw Han Yu's palm swelled against the wind, and he 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 stretched out his hand like a claw, and grabbed Han Yu's wrist, with a vicious look on his face, he wanted to wring Han Yu's hand off.

When Nan Gongling's hand was about to grab Han Yu's wrist, for some reason, Han Yu's hand passed Nan Gongling's hand, and then slapped him squarely on the face .

"Snapped!"

A loud slap sounded, and Houtiandi fell into extreme silence.

Nan Gongling's body spun and flew out, with blood and teeth splashing out of his mouth.

"Plop!"

Nangong Ling flew hundreds of meters before hitting the ground like a sandbag. She raised her head to look at Han Yu, her astonishment was gradually replaced by fear.

Many people at the scene were stunned. A slap in the face slapped away a master of the triple star in the early stage of martial arts. , is bursts of applause.

Feng Lang Da and Feng Lang Meng were so excited that they danced and danced. Even though the former was coughing up blood, he suppressed the pain and laughed. This slap was really relieved.

After Nangong Mo was stunned for a moment, Sen Han's murderous aura quietly appeared in his eyes.