Chapter 1737 Enemies Meet

The auction went on as scheduled. As soon as the sun rose, Han Yu walked out of the courtyard and walked slowly to the auction hall in the central area.

After a few steps, the people who met Kongtong Holy Land came out, an old man in front, Luo Kong and Ji Tong behind. The old man glanced at Han Yu, without staying too long, he just moved away. When Luo Kong saw Han Yu, he subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but he quickly looked at Han Yu provocatively. With the presence of his own senior masters, he was no longer afraid of Han Yu. Ji Tong smiled and nodded to Han Yu.

It seems that Luo Kong didn't tell the people in Kongtong Holy Land what he was taught by Han Yu. Thinking about it is also true, as the pride of the Kongtong faction, how can I say it.

"Han, I, Luo Kong, remembered the humiliation that day." Suddenly, Luo Kong's voice transmission sounded in Han Yu's ear.

Han Yu didn't even bother to look at Luo Kong, Luo Kong snorted heavily, turned his head and strode away with his family.

Han Yu walked unhurriedly behind the Holy Land of Kongtong, about two hundred feet away from the auction hall, when suddenly a sharp murderous aura came from behind, slashing at Han Yu's back like a big knife.

Han Yu stopped, and the people in Kongtong Holy Land in front also sensed the murderous aura and stopped.

Han Yu turned around, and saw a tall man in black standing at the intersection not far away, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Han Yu, it's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes. It doesn't take much effort to get here, so die!" the man said in a low voice.

After speaking, there was a bang, and the man hit Han Yu like a cannonball, smashing the void in front of Han Yu with his punch.

With such momentum, even the old man in Kongtong Holy Land behind him couldn't help but change his face slightly.

"Martial Sage Middle Stage Hualian 2nd Level?" Han Yu snorted softly, took half a step forward with his left foot, made a fist with his right hand, and punched out. Terrifying vitality, like a big dragon gushing out from the dantian, rushes up the arm and gathers on the fist.

"boom!"

The fists of the two clashed heavily, and the vitality collided and exploded, forming a terrifying wave of air that scattered in all directions. The people who came out all turned pale, and hurriedly propped up the shields to limit the air wave to a very small range. Otherwise, this wave of air would be enough to raze Jiancheng City to the ground.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he kicked back with a muffled grunt, crushing the ground with every step.

Han Yu didn't retreat, but with him as the center, the ground within a radius of one hundred feet exploded. This is because he controlled the power, otherwise the auction hall would be shattered.

"What a powerful force!" The old man in Kongtong Holy Land narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

This collision shocked everyone from Wangu Pavilion and everyone who came to the auction.

"Who are you?" Han Yu asked calmly.

The man looked at Han Yu gloomyly. Han Yu's calmness surprised him. This kind of calmness was simply terrifying.

"Wu Potian, the boss of the Eighteen Riders of the Heavens!" The man said in a low voice, every word was attacked with a terrifying sound wave, which made the sky tremble violently.

Han Yu looked at Wu Potian expressionlessly. He had long heard that Wu Potian was the most terrifying existence among the Eighteen Riders of Zoutian. In comparison, it is not an order of magnitude at all.

"Han, I don't think you're dead today!" Luo Kong sneered again and again, wishing Wu Potian could kill Han Yu immediately.

"Shua!" Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the two of them, coming from nowhere.

"You two, wrestling is prohibited here, please give me another face, that's it for today!" Wu Gu cupped his hands at the two of them, saying neither humble nor overbearing.

"I will kill you next time!" Wu Potian didn't talk nonsense, and walked towards the auction hall after speaking, passed by Han Yu without even looking at Han Yu, extremely arrogant.

"It's a pity, we have to wait until the next time to see a good show." Luo Kong thought, Ren Feichen and Cao Yangxu felt the same pity as him.

"Brother Han, are you okay?" Wu Gu walked over and asked.

"It's okay." Han Yu said lightly.

"Brother Han, you have to beware of this person. It is said that this person's cultivation of the Potianba Saber has reached the peak. He is a difficult person." Wu Gu secretly sent a voice transmission to Han Yu.

Han Yu nodded, he would not underestimate Wu Potian.

This was just a small disturbance, and everyone walked into the auction hall one after another. As soon as he entered the door, Han Yu felt sword-like eyes shooting at him. An old man was sitting next to Wu Potian, looking at Han Yu with a murderous look.

Han Yu was not afraid and responded calmly.

The old man snorted heavily and looked away. Han Yu handed the invitation to the people in Wangu Pavilion and took a seat according to the number. After Han Yu came in, no one came in until the auction time came.

"The auction of Wangu Pavilion only invited people from three sects." Han Yu was very surprised. In the hall, there were only four people from different forces sitting, namely people from Fengyun Holy Land, Kongtong Holy Land, Yuxu Holy Palace and Han Yu. Han Yu stopped later.

Not only Han Yu was surprised, but the people from those sects were also surprised.

The people in Wangu Pavilion had already started preparing for the auction. Suddenly, Luo Kong turned his head to look at Han Yu with malicious intentions, and said provocatively, "Han, I'm here today, so you don't want to get anything."

Han Yu's eyes shot out two cold lights quietly, and Luo Kong was so frightened that he shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Young people should not be too murderous!" The old man in Kongtong Holy Land turned his head and looked at Han Yu in warning.

"Take care of your own people first!" Han Yu responded coldly.

"Hmph!" The old man in Kongtong Holy Land snorted heavily and turned his head away.

Ren Feichen and Cao Yangxu looked at Han Yu with malicious intent. Wu Potian, on the other hand, didn't look at Han Yu again after he came in.

"Everyone, thank you for your kindness to participate in our auction. Mr. Zhang is here to represent Wangu Pavilion, thank you very much!" Mr. Zhang cupped his hands at everyone.

Except for Han Yu, all the people present were from big forces and backgrounds, but they all politely clapped their fists in return.

After being polite, Mr. Zhang cut to the point and said, "This time we are only auctioning one item..."

Before Mr. Zhang finished speaking, there were several voices of surprise, and even Han Yu looked at Mr. Zhang in surprise. The auction will only auction one item. Is this just for fun?

It's okay to say that this thing is irrelevant to everyone, if everyone needs it, wouldn't it be a matter of killing everyone?

Mr. Zhang stretched out his hands with a grin, and said, "Everyone, please be patient, please listen to me. Although the item in this auction is only one item, everyone present can get it."

Everyone was even more puzzled. How could it be possible for everyone to photograph the same thing? Can it be torn apart?