When confronted with outsiders, they were all the same, and did not rush to fight in a nest, which made Mu Hanyan somewhat relieved.

But with Wei Wenxiao's lessons learned, they dare not look down on any of the Saints' children, especially those who know their identity and dare to come to provoke.

The former Western Qin Great Swordsman is the best example. Speaking of his strength, he is not much worse than Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe. However, since he became a bird, he was humiliated and forced by Wei Xiaotian. After surrendering, he lost his face, and was no longer embarrassed to show his face after hiding in the crowd.

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

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

"This is the personal disciple of Elder Ao Ao, Han Yutang Deacon Han, don't hurry over to salute." The person who followed Ban Yaowu said prestigiously, and when he mentioned Elder Ao, he was full of respect and fascination.

"What Deacon Han? I haven't heard of it." When I heard that he was not a saint, but a deacon, everyone was a little disapproved. Zhuang Ping An and Sang Qinghe were even a little bit disdainful.

There are more deacons in the holy court, and there are differences between inside and outside. They are afraid of saints like Wei Xiaotian, not deacons.

"Bold, how dare you be disrespectful to Deacon Han!" Seeing their disapproving expressions, the flattery shouted with the Banhu.

"Fine, they haven't seen anything in the world, so you don't need to be familiar with them." Han Yutang waved his hand and said contemptuously to Zhuang Ping'an Sang Qinghe and others, "Aren't you in a hurry to fight for the courtyard of Holy Sword Peak, I I want to see, how did you get into this Holy Sword Valley?"

"Hmph, we have to go in. Who else would dare to stop it." Zhuang Ping'an and others are also arrogant and overbearing masters in their own country. Seeing Han Yutang's second generation ancestor's arrogance even more arrogant than them, they instinctively rose to dissatisfaction. heart of.

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe walked inward as they talked, and the Lord Lord had already spoken anyway, and he didn't believe anyone else would dare to stop them.

They had long seen that the young children of the same age in the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their arrival had robbed the other side of the limelight. They had also guessed that Han Yutang and others were only ridiculing them in private, not From the holy court's instruction, it is even more confident.

In the face of foreign insults, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are surprisingly united, and they have made up their minds. If anyone dares to stop it, it's a big deal. Who is afraid of whom?

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

Both felt very shameless, and at the same time loosened the hilt.

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

A huge force came oncoming, and the two swords were only half drawn, and they were shaken to the ground. They turned over a dozen somersaults like a ground gourd before they stopped.

"Brother Zhuang!"

"Brother Sang!" The two companions hurriedly stepped forward to help them.

Fortunately, none of them suffered any injuries, but they were very embarrassed, and there was still the slightest majesty of a great sword master.

"Hahahaha, I said they were ignorant, see if I was right, they were so ashamed by such a small formation that they were really laughing." Han Yutang leaned forward and laughed.

The other Saints also laughed wildly, pointing at Zhuang Pingan and Sang Qinghe as if they were pointing at two drowning 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 hadn't noticed the existence of this formation before.

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

If it was not Zhuang Pingan and Sang Qinghe who had just stepped forward, but she herself, she would probably end up in the same way if she was caught off guard.

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

"What do you want to do!" Zhuang Ping An and Sang Qinghe shouted with embarrassment, and at the same time they drew their swords.

"Wait, wait, I'm not here to fight with you." Han Yutang said with a smile on his face, so leisurely, "I just heard that the Lord Lord recruited the descendants of the gods from all countries and wanted them to inherit those The inheritance left by the ancient powerhouses is a little bit curious in my heart, how capable these descendants of the guardian of the gods are, but I was disappointed after a try."

Speaking of this, Han Yutang is naturally full of contempt and ridicule.

Zhuang Pingan and Sang Qinghe's already flushed faces became even more red, and both turned a little purple.

They have always been proud of their identity as the descendants of the guardian of their gods. Although they knew that this time they came to the holy court and then went to Beiyuan Wuyuan to be sent to death, they still did not hesitate and even regarded it as honor and pride.

But as soon as he arrived at the Holy Court, he was frustrated. The previous Wei Xiaotian was nothing. After all, others are saints. Even if they were deceived by him and had to give in, they still wanted to get past. But now they are so teased and humiliated by a deacon. I can't accept it anymore.

"Leng Qingyun!"

"Roliffe!" the two shouted at the same time.

The two young men stood up at the same time, but both looked miserable.

"Break this formation for me!" The two ordered again in unison, without noticing the miserable look on their faces.

However, Mu Hanyan could tell that the two of them were bitter when they heard the names of Zhuang Sang and two of them. Obviously they lacked confidence, but Zhuang Ping An and Sang Qinghe were superior in strength and were older than the others. Some are extremely prestigious among the descendants of the guardian of the gods of their own country, and they dare not defy, so they have to go forward listlessly.

Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu came to the place where Zhuang Sang was shocked by the formation before, and at the same time played a hand-determination.

Their strength is not strong, but the swordsman is Tier 3, but when they shoot, everyone is bright.

On the surface, there is not much surprise in the two hand fights, but some of the subtleties are obviously different from ordinary hand fights. We must know that the hand-decision technique has been passed down for millions of years. After countless ancestors' repeated scrutiny and repeated beatings, but it is subtle, and when it is performed, it cannot tolerate the slightest difference, and the slightest difference will be ridiculous. Thousands of miles.