Chapter 1712
After returning, Han Yu couldn't wait to plant the seeds in the wind, thunder and lightning soil. The violent wind, thunder and lightning bombarded the seeds. Instead of posing any threat to the seeds, they were absorbed by the seed whale like a cow.
Although the wind and lightning soil is not as good as the five elements spiritual soil, it is also much better than the man-made 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 germinate and grow!" Han Yu smiled slightly, put the box away, and continued to read the book.
The treasures of Shengtian Temple occupy two pages, and the third page is the list of treasures of the second sect, and the second sect is Kong Chanjiao. Kong Chanjiao provided 18 kinds of treasures, which were of great value, but none of them were what Han Yu wanted, and they took up two pages. The fifth page is the list of the treasures of the Wind Clan. The treasures of the Wind Clan are mainly array foundations and array fairy pictures, and they are concentrated around the level that can be refined by the three-round unloading master.
Han Yu browsed through the list, put it away, and meditated to adjust his breath.
In a blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and one day Feng Xietian hurriedly came to tell Han Yu that he had found out about the dragon blood soil in the hands of Shengtian Temple. There are a total of more than ten squares of dragon blood soil in the Holy Heaven Temple, and this time, half of the squares will be used as a bet. The people in Shengtian Temple even mentioned Feng Xietian intentionally or unintentionally, asking Feng Xietian to exchange the mobile formation base.
This is good news for Han Yu. Shengtian Temple wants to exchange dragon blood soil, and he has a chance to get it.
A few days later, Han Yu, Feng Lang Da, and Feng Lang Meng set off for the luminous area under the leadership of Feng Aotian.
Fenglangda and Fenglangmeng originally planned to send Fenglangda and Fenglangmeng to fight, but now Han Yu joins, Fenglangmeng becomes his companion and goes to watch the fun.
The Holy Heaven Temple has already made full preparations for this year's Ten-Earth Discussion Conference. Inside the gate of the Holy Heaven Temple, there is a dedicated area for entertaining people from the other nine sects. The Ten-Earth Discussion Conference will also be held here held.
Only ten sects participated in the Dao Discussion Conference of Ten Places, and each sect didn't send many people. Although it was a grand event, it was not considered lively. The preparation of Shengtian Temple was very thoughtful, and when they arrived, someone came to pick them up and lead them into Shengtian Temple.
"Yo, so it's from the Wind Clan. Brother Aotian, why are you wearing the majestic Elder of the Wind Clan yourself?" Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind. Five people walked in, all five of them were wearing green clothes and carrying big black iron swords on their backs.
"People from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect in the hard-to-win area." Feng Aotian said softly, frowned, and said calmly: "Of course I want to bring a few juniors here, listen to your words, don't you mean Do you want to fight yourself?"
"I'm an old man, how can I have the nerve to fight in person?" Wei Zixian, the leader of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect, said with a smile.
"Hmph!" Feng Aotian snorted softly.
Wei Zixian glanced casually at Han Yu, Feng Lang Da and Feng Lang Meng, and said with a sneer, "How many people are there from the Wind Clan?"
The four men from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect held hands and looked at Han Yu and the others proudly, as if they were superior. The faces of the wind and waves and the wind and waves became ugly, and they secretly suppressed a bad breath.
"There are only two people from each faction, so what's the use of having more?" Feng Aotian responded indifferently.
"Haha, brother Aotian said the same thing, if you come too much, you will lose face if you lose too badly." Wei Zixian laughed.
"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian said angrily.
"It's not interesting? What's the meaning? It's just a casual chat with Brother Aotian. What's wrong with you, Brother Aotian? Why are you angry when I offended you with something?" Wei Zixian asked for a fight. With a surprised expression, he said.
"The morals of this world have really changed. Has he become so rampant every time he is the last one? Has it become popular to be proud of being weak?" Feng Langda sneered. He couldn't bear the way the other party was showing off his might.
The Tsing Yi Sword Sect is the weakest sect among the Ten Regions, and it has always been at the bottom of the Dao Discussion Conferences of the Ten Regions for hundreds of years. When meeting the Wind Clan in the past, they were always flattering, and had almost no right to speak in the Ten Lands, but they didn't expect their tails to be so high now.
This was the pain of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect. As soon as the words of the wind and waves fell, the expressions of several people became gloomy. Two men glared at the wind and waves even more, looking like they were about to fight.
"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, our Tsing Yi Sword Sect used to be at the bottom, but from this time on, history is about to be rewritten." A man of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect said proudly with his arms folded, his face full of confidence.
"Rewrite?" Feng Lang curled his lips disapprovingly.
"The storm is big, don't you believe it? Why don't we discuss it first, I don't dare to say to other people, I'm still sure against you." He is a triple star in the early stage of the saint, and he has the strength to disdain the wind and waves.
"Hmph, who is afraid of whom!" Feng Lang said angrily, and his fighting spirit was immediately surging.
"Lang Da, see you in the arena of the conference, I want to see how some people change history, hum!" Feng Aotian flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away, with Han Yu's help, he had confidence in his heart, and he was too lazy He has the same knowledge as a weak person like the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
Han Yu didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. The Tsing Yi Sword Sect's jumping beam clowns couldn't get into his eyes at all, and followed Feng Aotian leisurely with his arms folded.
Under Feng Langmeng's persuasion, Feng Lang Da held back the urge to fight, and glanced at the Tsing Yi Sword Sect's humanity with deep meaning: "If you want to step on our Wind Clan to rise to the top, then, you continue to do hundreds of things." Daydream, hahaha..."
Feng Langda turned around and laughed and left. With Han Yu around, he was still afraid of a bird, and then he would trample on the face of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect.
The members of the Tsing Yi Sword Sect didn't take the words of the wind and waves seriously, and one of them curled his lips and said: "The Feng Clan has only been complacent for a few days, it's a pity!"
"Who is that man? Why have I never seen him before? He doesn't look like a member of the Wind Clan." A man said cautiously, looking at Han Yu's back.
"It's just an unknown member of the Wind Clan! What do you do with him!"
"Being ridiculed like this, it's just a harsh word, the Wind Clan has today, it's really a relief!"
Everyone from the Tsing Yi Sword Sect laughed.
A group of people from Han Yu walked to the reception area. At the beginning, the three members of the Wind Clan were a little angry, but when they thought of the expression on Han Yu's display of power at the beginning of the competition, they lost their anger in an instant.
After calming down, Feng Aotian called several people together and had a small meeting.
"This time, there will definitely be a lot of people who will ridicule and suppress our Wind Clan. Before the official competition, don't easily fight with those blind people. After the meeting, slap them in the face hard and vigorously. I want Let's see what expressions they will have!" Feng Aotian said with a serious face.
Han Yu didn't expect that Feng Aotian, who is usually serious, is also very bad.