Chapter 1625： Holy trace

"Didn't the Nanhua Saints come here? The Nangan Longjun Mansion received the wrong wind?"

Su Han watched for a long time, but didn't see the trace of the Nanhua Saint, and a thought flashed in his eyes.

If the Nanhua Saint really didn't come here, he was relieved in his heart and challenged the Great Saint with the cultivation of the Saint.

This should be a task of **** difficulty.

"Brother Lin, who is this?"

Among the few people who were chatting with Lin Tinghe, one of them looked at Su Han and asked with a smile.

"Oh, this is the Wuxin Daoist of Bei Cangshan."

Lin Tinghe smiled, and introduced to Su Han: "Wonderless Daoist, this is Brother Xing Buqi of the Yasha tribe."

When Xing Buqi and others heard the three words Beicangshan, they were taken aback, and the eyes that looked at Su Han had a slight scorn.

They thought that Su Han, like Lin Tinghe, was a Taoist arrogant. For the sake of Lin Tinghe's true Dragon Academy disciples, they also planned to make friends with Su Han. They did not expect that they were born in the Northern Cangshan human race.

In their eyes, this kind of birth is just like the royal family saw a street beggar, not much different.

"This Lin Tinghe is already a disciple of the True Dragon Academy, how can he still associate with such a person?

Even if it only talks about life experience, the Dao Race is much stronger than the Human Race. "

Some people secretly taunted.

Su Han looked at the bald head, with red hair on both sides, wings on his back, and an ugly Xing Buqi, nodded slightly.

Xing Buqi didn't bother to pay attention to Su Han. Several other people also dispelled the idea of ​​introducing themselves, and only chatted with Lin Tinghe.

The content of their chat is basically related to those saints.

"Brother Xing, is that the southern saint of your Yasha tribe, Mo Yuan?"

"Exactly, Senior Mo Yuan is very famous in our Southland, and now he is also on the list of true dragons."

"Well, I have also heard of the name of the Moyuan Sage in the Longyuan Tribe. It is said that his swordsmanship is powerful, and what I understand is the authority of the swordsman type?"

"I don't know the specifics, but since Senior Mo Yuan became a saint, his tribe has indeed identified many Sword Dao Tianjiao."

Xing Buqi gave a faint smile, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Zuo Chuan, who is the ‘sage saint’ of your tool clan?"

"Yes, this time, the wise saint came here to forge a great magic weapon for a senior, just passing by here, he was invited to listen to Da Shizi's lecture."

"Could you introduce us to the Holy One, I would like to ask him about the trick to condense rune imprints."

"When the lecture here is over, I will ask the Holy One, if his old man agrees, I will call you."

"Okay, then it's settled."

"Brother Lin, isn't there a celestial master from your Taoist side this time? The Great Sage is giving lectures, but a rare opportunity.

You Taoists should not always practice Taoism. The martial arts of the Xuanding clan are essential and worth learning. "

Xing Buqi smiled lightly.

Lin Tinghe smiled, "We Taoist celestial masters rarely walk in the world, and we are basically devoting ourselves to enlightenment of Taoism."

"It's not good to be behind closed doors."

Xing Buqi shook his head slightly.

The rest also echoed.

Although they are not disciples of the True Dragon Academy, they are full of arrogance in their words, and they obviously don't even look down on the Dao Clan.

Instead, Long Qianyu, Yu Wen Chenghao and others are present, these people are bound to put away the inexplicable sense of superiority, and they dare not make any mistakes.

Lin Tinghe smiled, Xing Buqi saw this, his eyes suddenly fell on Su Han, and smiled slightly:

"Without heart, you also practice Dao Fa? But you are not a Dao clan, without Dao Palace Seal, can the Dao Fa practice hurt people?"

"It should be possible."

Su Han smiled lightly.

Everyone chuckled.

Lin Tinghe looked strange and did not speak.

When Xing Bu heard the words, he smiled, "If there is a chance, I would like to see the Taoism your Excellency is practicing."

"There will be a chance."

Su Han smiled and nodded.

"You see, among the saints over there, is there the Nanhua saint of your human race?"

Zuo Chuan, the quasi-sage of the instrument clan speaking. The tool clan also has a holy lord. Although the air luck is weaker than that of the Yasha clan, the tool clan will not show shyness in front of the Yasha clan during the interaction. After all, this is a famous sage in the Longyuan Tribe. Clan, the clan holds many

The power of the saint about forging!

"How dare the Nanhua Saints come to Zhoutian Palace, aren't you joking?"

Before Su Han could speak, Xing Buqi let out a sneer.

"Oh? How to say?"

Some people don't understand the truth and look curious.

"Bei Cangshan once offended Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion. Many years ago, the Nanhua Saint was severely wounded once by the Da Shi Zi. Do you think he can dare to come?"

Xing Buqi glanced at Su Han and smiled.

"Is there anything like this? If you come here, you are not afraid..."

Zuo Chuan looked at Su Han with a smile.

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became awe-inspiring, the surrounding conversation gradually disappeared, and Zuo Chuan suddenly closed his mouth.

The entire martial arts field is already full of densely packed people, with golden bodies, dharma figures, and many martial arts. It is roughly estimated that there are about 50,000 or 60,000 people.

At that time, there was a figure stepping through the air, and everyone stopped talking because of the arrival of this figure, and they all had a touch of awe in the eyes of this figure.

The eldest son of Zhou Tian Wangfu, Song Yu!

There are many warriors who have heard the news, it is the first time that they have seen the great sage powerhouse so close, and their faces showed a touch of feverish excitement.

The saints on the high platform stood up one after another, paying attention to Song Yu.

Su Han looked at Song Yu, and found that the other party was born very white, he looked more than forty years old, and his body exuded a trace of elegance.

Song Yu slowly landed on the high platform, smiled at Mo Yuan, Lingji and other saints, then turned to face the crowd, and slowly spoke.

The first sentence made everyone feel shocked and shocked.

"I heard that someone wants to trouble me today, this one, is he already here?"

Someone is coming to trouble Song Yu?

Trouble with Song Yu in Zhoutian King City?

Everyone looked at each other, some not sure if Song Yu was joking.

Who can't think about it, come to Zhou Tian Wangcheng and find trouble with Zhou Tian Wangfu's elder son?

Among the saints behind Song Yu, there is a silver pupil saint, who is the ancestral **** from the ancestral temple of the **** race!

His gaze calmly swept across the faces of the scene, as if looking for something.

"Does this guy know in advance?"

Su Han's eyes moved slightly, and it was not surprising in his heart. Since the Nanfan Longjun Mansion knew the purpose of the Nanhua Saint, Zhou Tianwang's mansion might have found some clues.

Now the other party knows in advance that if the South China Saints are present, they shouldn't choose to shoot again, right? As soon as I thought about it, I saw a figure slowly walking out of the crowd, looking at its appearance, it was the Nanhua Saint!