Chapter 1502 1503 Those Who Came to Provoke and Mock

When facing outsiders, they were on the same page, and they didn't rush to fight in the nest, which made Mu Hanyan somewhat gratified.

However, with Wei Wenxiao's lessons learned, they dare not underestimate any of the Holy Court children, especially those who dare to come and provoke them knowing their identities.

The previous Western Qin Great Sword Master was the best example. Speaking of his strength, he was not much worse than Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, but since he became an early bird, he was severely humiliated by Wei Xiaotian and forced to After giving in, he lost face, hiding behind the crowd and was embarrassed to show his face again.

With such a shadow in his heart, the strong heart is frustrated, and it is estimated that he will not have much success in this life.

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were afraid that they would accidentally provoke another saint and end up like him.

"This one is the direct disciple of Elder Shen Lao Ao, Deacon Han Yutang Han, don't hurry to come over to salute." The attendant said in a showy manner, and when he mentioned Elder Ao, his face was filled with reverence and fascination.

"What Deacon Han, I've never heard of it." When he heard that he was not a saint, but a deacon, everyone disapproved. Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were even a little disdainful.

There are too many deacons of the Holy Court, and there are internal and external differences. They are afraid of saints like Wei Xiaotian, not deacons.

"Bold, how dare you be disrespectful to Deacon Han!" Seeing their disapproval expressions, the flattering follower scolded.

"Forget it, they haven't seen much of the world, so they don't have to have the same knowledge as them." Han Yutang waved his hand and said contemptuously to Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and the others, "Aren't you in a hurry to scramble for the courtyard of the Holy Sword Peak? Let’s see, how did you get into this Holy Sword Valley?”

"Hey, we have to go in, who else dares to stop us?" Zhuang Ping'an and others are usually arrogant and domineering leaders in their own country. heart of.

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe walked inward after speaking. Anyway, the Holy Master had already spoken, and he didn't believe that anyone else would dare to stop them.

They had long seen that the young disciples of the same age in the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their presence stole the other party's limelight, and they also guessed that Han Yutang and the others were just sneering at them in private to vent their anger. From the Holy Court's instruction, it is even more fearless.

In the face of foreign aggression, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are surprisingly united.

But what surprised them was that the other party had no intention of doing anything, just looked at them with a smile, but the way they both pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword seemed too nervous, as if they were afraid of each other.

Both felt very shameless and let go of their sword hilts at the same time.

At this moment, a bright light flashed in front of them, the two of them were startled, and at the same time they reached out to draw their swords, but it was too late.

A huge force came towards them, and the two of them were only half drawn before they were knocked to the ground, and they turned over a dozen somersaults like a rolling gourd before they stopped.

"Brother Zhuang!"

"Brother Sang!" The companions of the two quickly stepped forward to help them up.

Fortunately, none of them suffered any injuries, but they were extremely disheveled, and there was no trace of the majesty of a great swordsman at all.

"Hahahaha, I just said they didn't know anything. See if I'm not wrong. It's really a shame to be tossed by such a small formation." Han Yutang leaned forward and back and laughed.

The other Holy Court disciples also burst into laughter, pointing at Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, as if they were pointing at two underwater dogs.

Formation! Mu Hanyan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although Han Yutang said it lightly, she knew that this formation was definitely not as simple as he said, because she was unaware of the existence of this formation before.

More importantly, this formation is not only extremely concealed, but its power cannot be underestimated. You must know that Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are both great swordsmen, their strength is not much worse than her, and their experience and actual combat experience will never be compared. How far is he.

If it wasn't Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe who stepped forward just now, but herself, she would probably end up the same if she was caught off guard.

The expressions of the other guardian descendants of the gods also changed drastically. If it wasn't for Han Yutang's words, they wouldn't even realize that it was a formation. No wonder this person is so arrogant, he really has the confidence.

"What do you want to do!" Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe humiliated and roared in anger, drawing their long swords at the same time.

"Wait, wait, I'm not here to fight you." Han Yutang said with a smile on his face, "I just heard that the Holy Master recruited the descendants of God's guardians from various countries and wanted them to inherit those The inheritance left by the ancient powerhouses, I am a little curious, how capable these descendants of the guardian of the gods are, after a try, I was greatly disappointed."

Speaking of which, Han Yutang naturally had a face full of contempt and ridicule.

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe's already flushed faces became even more red, and they turned a little purple.

They have always been proud of their status as the guardian descendants of their gods. Although they knew that coming to the Holy Court this time, and then going to Beiyuan Wuyuan would probably be death, they still did not turn back, and even regarded it as honor and pride.

But as soon as he arrived at the Holy Court, he was frustrated again and again, and the former Wei Xiaotian was nothing. After all, others were saints. Nothing is acceptable.

"Leng Qingyun!"

"Rolev!" they both shouted at the same time.

The two young people stood up at the same time, but they both had a bitter look on their faces.

"Break this formation for me!" The two of them ordered in unison, not noticing the misery on their faces at all.

However, Mu Hanyan could see that the two of them felt bitter when they heard Zhuang Sang and the two call their names. It was obvious that they lacked confidence. However, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe had outstanding strength and were older than the others. Some of them have great prestige among the guardian descendants of their own gods, and they dare not disobey, so they have no choice but to walk forward listlessly.

Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu came to the place where Zhuang Sang and Zhuang Sang had been shaken by the formation, and at the same time they played a hand duel.

Their strength is not strong, but they are third-order sword masters, but when they shot, everyone's eyes lit up.

On the surface, there are not too many surprises in the hands of the two, but some subtleties are obviously different from ordinary hands. You must know that the technique of hand martial arts has been passed down for millions of years. After repeated scrutiny and repeated beatings by countless ancestors, it is subtle and subtle. When it is performed, there is no room for the slightest difference. Thousands of miles.