Chapter 1709: Broken dreams

Chapter 1709
Han Yu remembered the relevant content of the Juxian Fulong Formation in his mind, and walked around on the sixth floor, but he didn't find the formation he liked, so he went downstairs. The fifth floor was empty, the storm was not there, Han Yu went down to the fourth floor, and there was no one on the fourth floor.
Han Yu frowned. Before the storm was so strong he wanted to wait for him down there, but now there is no one.
Not only that, the third, second, and first floor were also nowhere to be seen, and the needles dropped silently.
"Xiaoyou Han, have you come down, have you found a suitable formation?" The Seventh Elder suddenly appeared and asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Han Yu nodded gently.
"What is the formation?" the Seventh Elder asked.
"Juxian 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 to the sixth floor."
Han Yu asked, "Where did all the people go before?"
The seventh elder's face suddenly appeared with a touch of anger, and said: "The Nangong family came to provoke, the storm is going to challenge, and the rest are cheering."
Han Yu asked, "Where is it?"
Seventh elder said: "In the central martial arts field."
Han Yu said, "I'll take a look."
The wind clan, the central martial arts field, Fenglang Da and Nangong Ling, the genius of the Nangong clan, are fighting in full swing. On the viewing platform, the elders on both sides were paying attention.
"The Wind Clan has always been known for its leapfrog battles. Today, it seems like nothing!" Nangong Mo, the elder of the Nangong family, said coldly. He was short, with an inverted triangular face, and looked extremely mean.
"No matter how strong a leapfrog battle is, there are limits. Nangong Ling's cultivation base is two levels higher than the wind and waves. The wind and waves persisted for half an hour without letting the wind fall. Who is more famous than the wind and waves!" Feng Ao Tian Leng Cold response.
A year ago, the Nangong family asked the people of the Wind Clan to help arrange the formation. Because the reward was too low, the Wind Clan did not go. The Nangong family has always been worried. This time he came to the house to provoke Feng Aotian's heart. Naturally, his anger will not give a good face.
"Nangong Ling is one year younger than Feng Lang, but martial arts cultivation is two times higher than Feng Lang. The name of the first genius of the Feng Clan, I am afraid it will make people laugh!" Nangong Mo made no secret of irony.
"Huh, what about a high level of martial arts cultivation? It's not too bad to use!" Feng Aotian said solemnly.
Nangongmo's face turned gloomy. He came today to be ugly for the Feng Clan. How could he give up and say loudly: "Ling'er, let the people of the Feng Clan see the stunts of our Nangong family!"
On the ring, the corners of Nangong Ling's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold look, and said: "The wind and waves are big, and the body is already hot. I'm going to be serious."
Feng Lang's face changed slightly, but he did his best to make a tie with Nangong Ling, but soon calmed down, and sneered: "Bluffing, use whatever you can!"
"Aurora closed sky!"
Nangong Ling let out a loud shout, and raised her hands together.
"boom!"
The vitality in his body surging out like a volcanic eruption, enveloped him, and the whole person instantly transformed into a white ball of light, with dazzling light, covering the sky and the sun, making many people unable to open their eyes. It was Feng Aotian and Nangongmo who both squinted their eyes slightly, not daring to open their eyes too much.
"Meteor broken sky!"
"boom!"
The ball of light hit the windy body with a loud noise. Then there was a scream, the wind and waves flew out, vomiting blood in his mouth.
"Huh!"
The light faded, and Nangong Ling came out, standing proudly on the ring, disdainfully said: "As soon as I exerted my strength, you fell, what a disappointment!"
These words seemed like countless palms were drawn heavily on the faces of the Wind Race people. Everyone was full of anger, but they dared not speak.
"Brother Aotian, with the patience of aristocratic disciples, the Feng Clan is probably going to be the bottom of the Ten Places Forum. Ten years ago, the Feng Clan was still third. I didn’t expect that it was only ten years later and would be the bottom. , It can be regarded as making history. Hahaha..." Nangongmo laughed, his expression extremely rampant.
Ten years ago, the Nangong family ranked fourth, and was overwhelmed by the Feng Clan. They have always been unhappy. Coupled with the fact that they asked the Feng Clan to take action a year ago, the Feng Clan did not help, and even more resentful.
Feng Aotian's fists creaked, but he was speechless.
What Nangong Ling defeated was not only the strong wind and waves, but also the pride and dreams of the Feng Clan.
"This time, the ten-place discussion conference is destined to be remembered in the annals! I think it is better not to participate in the Feng Clan, so as not to be embarrassed." Nangong Mo looked at Feng Aotian, and added it coldly, like on fire Pour oil.
Seeing Feng Aotian's incomparably suffocated and smashing teeth and swallowing in his stomach, Nangong Mo felt very refreshed.
"Ling'er, let's go, Qitian's pulse is already lonely!" Nangongmo shook his head and said bitterly with sarcasm.
The senior officials of the Feng clan were all calm, so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped, but they didn't dare to do anything to Nangong Mo. Nangong Mo was the master of Wu Sheng's early stage transformation star five, even Feng Aotian was definitely not his opponent.
"Where does the clown come from? You are qualified to judge my Qitian pulse?" Suddenly, a cold voice came.
Suddenly, the senior members of the Feng Clan seemed to be beaten up with blood, and instantly became energetic. I saw a man in black, slowly stepping into the air with his hands behind his back, and he didn't even bother to look at Nangong Mo.
"Uncultivated things!" Before Nangong Mo spoke, Nangong Ling was furious. He didn't even pay attention to the strong wind and waves, and the rest of the Wind Clan's peers looked like ants in his eyes.
It was Han Yu's slap in response to him.
I saw Han Yu's palm rising against the storm, drawing far away. Without a strong breath, the speed is not fast.
"Death!" A cold light flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, his hands were claws, and he grabbed Han Yu's wrist, a vicious look appeared on his face, and he wanted to break Han Yu's hand.
When Nangong Ling's hand was about to catch Han Yu's wrist, Han Yu's hand somehow went over Nangong Ling's hand, and then it was upright and slammed on his face. .
"Snapped!"
A loud slap rang, and the Hou Tiandi fell into extreme silence.
Nangong Ling's body spun and flew out, with blood and teeth splashing out of her mouth.
"Puff!"
Nangong Ling flew hundreds of meters away before hitting the ground like a sandbag. She raised her head and looked at Han Yu, her astonishment gradually replaced by fear.
Many people at the scene were stunned. They slapped a master of Wusheng’s early stage transformation star triple, which was almost dreamlike, and those who knew Han Yu’s real cultivation base had already waited for a good show, when the slap slapped , Is the sound of applause.
The wind and waves were violent and the wind and waves danced with excitement. Even if the former coughed up blood, he would endure the pain and laugh. This slap in the face was really exhausting.
After Nangong Mo was taken aback, Sen Han's murderous aura quietly appeared in his eyes.