Chapter 1171: Now non-old

Chapter 1171
The people inside are divided into four camps, standing in four directions from the east, west, south, and north of the stone platform.
To the east, there is a man in black standing with two swords on his back. The hilt of one sword is black and the hilt of the other sword is white. He is slender and thin. The whole person is like a divine sword with a mouth. , The sharpened edge. Although Han Yu had never seen this person, he was able to guess his identity, Saint Son of the Promise Hall.
To the south, standing a white-clothed man, gentle and gentle, giving people a tepid feeling, it is Zhao Jiajunjie Zhao Mingchen.
To the west, there is a woman wearing a colorful robe, her body exudes colorful glow, like a phoenix that is about to be reborn from the fire at any time, with high swelling hair, a phoenix golden hairpin, and a noble dress like a queen. Wearing a golden mask on his face, only a pair of majestic Danfeng eyes were exposed, with a look of all directions.
Han Yu did not recognize this person.
To the north, there was a Linglong treasure car parked. It was the car of Yu Qianshuang, the saint of Boundless Holy Land. You don't need to think about it. Yu Qianshuang must be sitting inside.
Four people represent four forces and four forces. Although they have different temperaments, each is the best among people. Everyone exudes powerful pressure, and a terrifying confrontation has begun invisibly.
As soon as Han Yu entered the palace, six eyes swept towards him.
These six eyes did not come from those four people, but came from behind the Wuji Shengzi (Wuji Temple Shengzi) and Zhao Mingchen.
Pang Xuan and Lu Chenhao hid behind the Wuji Saint Child, Pang Xuan looked at Han Yu, almost dripping with gloom. At this moment she was sitting cross-legged to heal her injuries, and Lu Chenhao had passed out.
The power of burning blood leaves a terrifying sequelae. A royal body with a promising future, fell into a mortal body in one day.
Behind Zhao Mingchen are two acquaintances of Han Yu, Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang.
Looking at Han Yu, his eyes were also full of hostility. The two brothers and sisters came to Han Yu involuntarily.
As for the four people, only Zhao Mingchen looked at Han Yu, and the others didn't even look at Han Yu.
There are these eight people in the entire fifth palace.
"The surname Han, you are too self-reliant. Can you enter this place too?" Zhao Mingguang sarcastically said.
"You can come in, why can't I?" Han Yu responded strongly.
Zhao Mingguang's face trembled. He was able to enter here entirely because of Zhao Mingchen, otherwise with his strength, he was not qualified to enter.
"Han Yu, Hua Luocan supported you last time and let you escape. This time I see who can support you!" Zhao Mingxi said coldly.
Above that beautiful face, there was a sullen color, which was really not beautiful.
"Only you?" Han Yu curled his lips and walked slowly towards the two of them.
"Boom!"
The breath on his body, like a volcanic eruption, burst out instantly. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang were photographed and groaned, and hurriedly backed away.
"Wu Wang Bazhong?" Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang both stared at Han Yu incredulously.
Even Zhao Mingchen turned his head to look at Han Yu, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Huh!"
Suddenly, two substantive gazes shot out from the Linglong treasure car, and it was obvious that Yu Qianshuang inside was also very surprised.
But soon, that gaze disappeared, and Yu Qianshuang didn't say anything.
Zhao Mingchen turned his head back, and said nothing.
As for the Promise Saint Child and the woman with the golden mask, they still didn't even look at Han Yu. Even if Han Yu showed a good cultivation level, he couldn't get into their eyes.
Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang’s expressions became very ugly. They came out this time, and they each got a piece of the Emperor’s Soldier as a protection magic weapon. They thought they could vent their evil spirits well, but didn’t expect Han Yu’s cultivation level to have surpassed. Up them. In this way, even if they had the emperor's armor, they would probably not be Han Yu's opponent.
The two brothers and sisters did not advance in one time, nor did they retreat.
Zhao Mingxi felt the most uncomfortable in her heart. She was one of the top ten in the Zhao family. Although she was at the bottom, she was also named a genius.
The previous defeat was in Han Yu's hands, because Han Yu used the imperial soldiers, she didn't care. However, in just a few months, Han Yu actually went from being lower than her cultivation base to being higher than her, which made her unacceptable.
"Come back." Zhao Mingchen called.
He played against Han Yu and knew that Han Yu was great. Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang joined forces, and they were definitely not Han Yu's opponents.
Zhao Mingxi and Zhao Mingguang's expressions changed, and finally they retreated back unwillingly.
Even if they completely hate Han Yu, even look down on Han Yu, but in the face of absolute strength, they have to lower their proud heads.
Han Yu glanced at Zhao Mingchen lightly, and slowly moved his eyes to Pang Xuan.
Pang Xuan still stared at Han Yu very bitterly. At this time, there was no fear, and the corner of her mouth still had a cruel sneer.
Han Yu walked towards Pang Xuan slowly. The Promise Saint Child made him feel the pressure, but this person must be killed.
"Huh!" Suddenly, the Promise Saint Child turned his head and looked at Han Yu, two sharp rays of light shot into his eyes. In its eyes, the sword qi is evolving, one of them evolves into three paths, and the three paths evolve into nine paths...After evolving into countless paths, they return to one again, and so on.
People don't dare to stare into his eyes, it seems that those sword lights can wipe out human souls.
This is a terrible person!
But Han Yu was not afraid, looked at the Promise Saint Child indifferently, and walked step by step.
"In front of this holy son, do you still want to kill?" Wuji holy son said coldly, his voice colder than his sword.
"No matter who wants to protect her, she will die!" Han Yu replied in a deep voice, his aura getting stronger and stronger.
"Hmph, overwhelming!" Zhao Mingguang sneered again and again, the horror of the Promise Saint Child, that is recognized, if the fight is truly let go, there are probably not a few who can fight the Promise Saint Child.
Han Yu dared to openly provoke the Promise Saint Son, undoubtedly seeking death.
While Han Yu was speaking, he put away the broken sword. This action brightened the eyes of the woman wearing the golden mask.
Han Yu is expressing his attitude, even if you are Saint Promise Son, I can fight you without resorting to foreign objects.
The Son of Promise is at the top of the pyramid of the younger generation. What a powerful self-confidence Han Yu is.
Zhao Mingxi, Zhao Mingguang, and Pang Xuan sneered. In their opinion, Han Yu's behavior was not self-confidence, but arrogance.
"The saddest thing in a person's life is nothing more than not being able to see how many catties you have!" Zhao Mingxi made no secret of irony.
"roll!"
The Promise Saint uttered a word in a low voice, without any movement, but this word seemed to contain infinite power. Suddenly, there was a strong wind around him, and a sharp sound of breaking through the sky sounded like a meteorite across the sky.