Chapter 1817 Ten Thousand Races' Proud List
"Breaking news, breaking news, Han Yu has already spoken, he will participate in the Ten Thousand Races Conference. He also said that he will win the first laurel of the Ten Thousand Races Conference."
"He finally showed up, haha, I've been waiting for a long time..."
Inside the restaurant, the pot exploded all of a sudden.
In the corner of the third floor, Han Yu and Meng Zuisheng peeked at each other. At this time, Han Yu, Meng Zuisheng, and Xiao Jiao all changed their faces, so no one recognized them.
"Boss, it's not the saintess of Yaochi who spoke for you, right?" Meng Zuisheng sent a voice transmission to Han Yu.
"Probably not, this is a trick of the descendants of heaven." Han Yu said lightly.
"They haven't seen the boss show up for a long time, and they are also anxious. They speak up for the boss and force the boss to attend the Ten Thousand Clans Conference." Meng Zuisheng snorted.
The discussion in the restaurant became more and more intense, and later, it even turned into an argument.
"Although Han Yu's combat prowess is unparalleled, after all, the Ten Thousand Clans Conference is not a competition in the northern wilderness two years ago. At that time, countless arrogances will participate, regardless of their cultivation. As far as I know, among my peers, those who have reached the middle stage of Wusheng Hualian five There are not a few people who are heavy, and there are many masters who have reached the sixth level of Hualian in the middle stage of martial arts, and Han Yu does not have any advantage, it is difficult to win the first place!"
"Han Yu is a heaven-swallowing demon body with an invincible system. Not only is he invincible in the same realm, but he also has a strong ability to leapfrog battles. And it has been two years now. Who knows if he has broken through to the fifth or even sixth level of Hualian in the middle stage of the Martial Saint?" Realm? I think he must have this confidence, so he said he wants to win the first place."
"Han Yu is indeed powerful, but Ling Zun from the Supreme Holy Land, Wuji from the Supreme Holy Land, and the Saintess of Yaochi are all invincible. Even Han Yu may not be sure of defeating them completely. What's more, the monster race The geniuses of the Demon Cult, the geniuses of the Devil's Cult, and many people who have never shown their skills."
"Yeah, just take the battle in the Great Northern Wilderness as an example, Han Yu is not invincible, won't the King of Golden Horn draw with him? So this time Han Yu wants to win the first place, Xuan!"
After a period of intense debate, everyone began to blindly admire and trust Han Yu, and gradually more and more people began to be less optimistic about Han Yu.
"Hmph, a group of people watching the sky from a well, how can you know how powerful the boss is?" Meng Zuisheng sneered at the surrounding discussions.
Xiaojia drooped his ears and dozed off on Han Yu's shoulder. He had no interest in the Ten Thousand Clans Conference.
Not long after, a woman in goose yellow and a bamboo hat came in, walked to Han Yu's seat and asked, "Can I sit down?"
Han Yu smiled slightly, made a gesture of please, and said, "Please."
The woman sat down generously.
Her arrival only attracted the attention of some people, but they only took a look and then looked away. The world is so big, and there are so many strange people, so it's really not surprising that she is dressed like this.
However, if people knew the identity of this woman, the whole city would probably explode.
"It's been a long time." Han Yu sent a voice transmission to the woman, and this woman is naturally the saint of Yaochi.
The Saintess of Yaochi took a sip of tea and didn't say anything more.
After creating the "Bodhi Heart Sutra", the holy maiden of Yaochi felt a sense of tranquility, and sat by Han Yu to watch. If she didn't use her eyes to look at it, it would give Han Yu a feeling that she didn't exist at all.
This is the power of the "Bodhi Heart Sutra" - meditation, of course, Han Yu's contribution is also in it.
"Big news, big news..."
Another person rushed into the restaurant.
"Wangu Pavilion has issued a list of the top talents of all races. There are 100 people on the list. Guess who is the first person?"
"Ling Zun!"
"The Promise!"
"Han Yu!"
"The Saintess of Yaochi!"
"King of the Golden Horn!"
...
Everyone said their favorites.
A few minutes later, after everyone calmed down a bit, the man folded his hands and said, "Not one."
"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback. The group of people who were the most talked about during this period were not on the Ten Thousand Races Talent List, which made people doubt whether the Wangu Pavilion's Ten Thousand Races Talent List was reliable.
"You don't need to question the list made by Wangu Pavilion. After I tell the name of that person, you will know why he is ranked first." The man said mysteriously.
"Who is it?" Everyone looked at the man impatiently.
Even Han Yu, the Saintess of Yaochi, and Meng Zuisheng listened carefully.
"Sword Dao One!" the man said word by word.
Suddenly, there were voices of astonishment, voices of questioning, and voices of doubt. A small half of the people have never heard of who this Sword Daoyi is.
"It turned out to be him!" the Yaochi saintess murmured.
"You know him?" Han Yu asked.
"Jian Daoyi is a member of Tianxuan Sacred Palace. Twenty years ago, he was known as the number one genius in the dry world. This person learned swordsmanship at the age of three, created his own swordsmanship at the age of five, and walked the world alone at the age of ten, challenging all parties. A master of swordsmanship, he was known as invincible among his peers at the age of eighteen, and broke through to the semi-saint realm at the age of twenty, so it is hard to win. But for some unknown reason, he disappeared suddenly, and he was not expected to be mentioned again now." The saint of Yaochi sighed. .
Han Yu couldn't help being a little dazed when he heard this. This kendo is really worthy of the title of the first genius. Such an achievement is beyond Han Yu's reach!
When the saint of Yaochi was explaining to Han Yu, the man was also explaining. What he said was much more vivid than that of the saintess of Yaochi, causing bursts of exclamations.
"From this point of view, Sword Dao One is either a pure emperor's blood, or an invincible system!"
"Sword Daoyi was indeed powerful before, but it has been gone for 20 years. In the past 20 years, there have been so many talented people in our dry world. I think it is still inappropriate to rank him first."
"Wangu Pavilion's Ten Thousand Clans Talent List is just a rough reference. Who is really number one will have to be seen at the Ten Thousand Clans Conference."
"This statement is wrong. Wangu Pavilion has always been rigorous in its work. Since he dared to make such an arrangement, it means that the swordsmanship must be superior. Although I haven't read the list, I think it can reach at least 70% accuracy. .”
"The first one is Kendo One, who is the second one?" One asked eagerly.
"Ling Zun!"
For this ranking, everyone does not have much objection. After all, two years ago, Ling Zun was a master of the fifth level of Hualian in the middle stage of Wusheng, so he must be stronger now.
"What about the third?"
"Qian Fan, the soul of the Demon Cult!"
"Evil heretics, how can He De be in the third place, what qualifications do he have to beat Han Yu, Wuji, Yaochi Saintess and others?"
"Damn Wangu Pavilion, why did you turn your elbows out and assign such an important position as the third to someone from the Devil's Cult?"
The smell of gunpowder was very strong in the restaurant for a while, although now is the era of peaceful coexistence of all races, and the Righteous Way and the Demon Sect no longer fight each other, but from the bottom of their hearts, the Righteous people still resist the members of the Demon Sect.
"Shouldn't Hun Qianfan be ranked third? With his strength, so what? Who is Ling Zun? Can he surpass Hun Qianfan?" Suddenly, there was a cold voice. It rang, everyone on the floor heard it, and everyone fell silent.