"Good!"

Han Yun nodded in satisfaction.

As for the sects that left, Han Yun didn't care at all.

There are tout pants.

Even if there are no such sects, he will one day become the most awesome existence in the Xuanling Continent!

"Boss, these sects that have left!"

Yuan Yue looked at the sects that had left, and secretly made a movement to wipe his neck.

"No need!"

Han Yun waved his hand.

It's also a colleague!

Why do you have to do so much!

"These sects, let them have to fight for a few days first, and when the five hundred battle emperors appear in my Bullish Pavilion, that is, when my Bullish Pavilion embarks on the journey again!"

Han Yun's eyes were full of light.

Five hundred war emperors.

Han Yun didn't believe that it would be impossible to sweep away the ancient city of Xia Kingdom.

"Boss, you're ruthless!"

Yuan Yue couldn't help but raise his thumb.

Five hundred war emperors swept away, who dared to stop it?

"Okay, hurry up and receive these disciples, the first batch of disciples to enter the pants, arrange my Han family's disciples first!"

Han Yun looked at Yuan Yue and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Boss!"

Yuan Yue went to arrange it.

A day later.

A vast aura came from the sky above the Bull Palace.

I saw a disciple of the Han family, walking out of his pants with excitement on his face.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The heavens and the earth shook, this is the catastrophe of the Emperor of War caused by the Emperor of War.

"Listen to all the disciples of the Han family, you all stand still and don't move, I will block this thunder tribulation for you!"

Han Yun jumped up.

Looking at the void's calamity cloud with a diameter of dozens of zhang, Han Yun took out a lightning rod that had not been used for a long time.

Stand under the clouds.

Han Yun looked at Lei Tribulation with disdain on his face.

This lightning rod.

Even the transformation tribulation of demon beasts can be easily handled, let alone this tribulation of the War Emperor.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

All the disciples of the Han family were perfectly promoted to the Battle Emperor powerhouse, and some of them were extremely talented, and they had even reached the peak of the War Emperor.

"The performance is not bad, the disciples of the Bull Pavilion who have reached the peak of the War Emperor, can now go to Xiao Jin to receive a copy of the Emperor's early stage combat skills!"

Han Yun looked at the group of people and said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Boss!"

A group of people rejoiced.

"Hahaha......"

Han Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Time of day.

In the, it was more than a hundred years, such a long time, coupled with that incomparably rich aura, these Han family disciples were equivalent to cultivating for hundreds of years.

Cultivated for hundreds of years.

Even if it's a sow, it can be trained.

"Next the second batch of disciples!"

Han Yun commanded towards Yuan Yue.

"Boss, the second batch of disciples is ready!"

Hearing Han Yun's command, Yuan Yue said with excitement on his face.

"Okay, let them in!"

The second batch of disciples were disciples from the Xuantian Sect and some disciples recruited by the Bull Pavilion itself.

The talent of these people.

It is much stronger than everyone in the Han family.

Han Yun estimated.

This one-day cultivation time was enough for most of them to become the pinnacle of the Battle Emperor, and there was even the possibility that there would be a few strong people of the Battle Sect.

Time passed slowly.

Batch after batch of disciples.

was sent into the pants by Han Yun.

The breath in Han Cheng is also becoming more and more terrifying, the strong of the War Emperor, that is everywhere, and the strong of the War Sect is not rare.

"Thank you, Boss!"

In Han Fuzhong, Xiao Jin looked at Han Yun with a grateful face.

With the help of Han Yun.

Xiao Jin and Xiao Fox also turned into eighth-level demon beasts, and similarly, both demons were transformed.

What made Han Yun speechless was.

Xiaojin's transformation is also based on Han Yun as a template, and this product has turned into a demonic version of Han Yun, and at a glance, you can know that it is that kind of romantic goods.

"You all go to the bull pants to cultivate, after this batch of disciples cultivates, temporarily close the bull pants!"

Han Yun commanded at Xiao Jin.

After three batches of cultivation, there are now five or six hundred War Emperors in the Bull Pavilion, and there are more than twenty strong people in the Battle Sect.

There are too many strong people.

Not necessarily a good thing.

"Yes, Boss!"

Kim went down.

Han Chengzhong.

Countless eyes of awe, looking at the huge red pants in the void, that red pants have become a symbol of Han Cheng's status.

Someone who can get into that pants.

It means to be able to become a peerless powerhouse.

"Xiao Wu, do you see that red pants, you must cultivate hard in the future, strive to become a disciple of the Bull Pavilion, and then enter that red pants!"

A middle-aged woman taught to the children around her.

"Yes, Mother!"

The child looked at the red pants floating in the void, and his eyes were full of determination.

He swears!

Be sure to get into that pair of pants.

Bull pants appeared in the T Pavilion, and the news instantly spread throughout the ancient city of the Xia Kingdom.

Of course, these high-grade sects don't believe it.

It wasn't until it was discovered that there were countless disciples of the War Emperor in the Bullish Pavilion that these sects began to pay attention to it.

But at this time, the Bull Pavilion has become a giant in the ancient city of Xia Kingdom.

"Boss, this is the cultivation situation of our Bull Pavilion disciples!"

Yuan Yue handed over a roster to Han Yun tremblingly.

"As for being so excited?"

Han Yun smashed his mouth, and then opened the roster.

Zhanzong: 36 people.

War Emperor: 732 people.

Warlord ......

Below the War King, Han Yun was too lazy to look at it.

"Not bad!"

Han Yun nodded lightly, and then said to Yuan Yue:

"Gather these thirty-six War Sects!"

"Yes!"

Yuan Yue hurriedly went down to make arrangements.

"Thirty-six War Sects, more than seven hundred War Emperors, it's time to embark on the journey!"

Han Yun muttered to himself.

A terrifying essence rose from Han Yun's eyes.

A battle is being arranged in Han Chengzhong.

And outside Han Cheng.

An old man is stepping into the air.

The old man's face was covered with blood, and looking at Han Cheng, who was close at hand, a touch of joy rose in the old man's eyes.

"Who entered my Han City?"

Before the old man stepped into Hancheng, he was blocked by three men.

Feeling the aura on the three men, the old man's expression changed, and then he hurriedly said: "Three seniors, I'm looking for Han Yun!"

"Senpai?"

The three of them paused slightly, and then said with a modest face:

"You don't need to call us seniors, we are just the third generation of disciples of Brother Bull, and now we are just guarding the city gate, and the Bull Pavilion is much stronger than us!"

"Much better than you?"

The old man paused slightly, his face full of disbelief.

The cultivation of the three of them, that is the emperor of war.

Although Zhang Yu knew that the Bull Pavilion was terrifying, Zhang Yu definitely didn't believe that even the War Emperor in the Bull Pavilion was just a guard at the city gate.

"You said you were looking for the boss, what are you looking for the boss?"

Another Emperor of the Mighty Pavilion looked at Zhang Yu and frowned and asked.

"Quick...... Hurry up and inform Han Yun that something has happened to Zhan Zong......"

Zhang Yu came back to his senses and said with a hurried face.

"Zhan Zong, what kind of does Zhan Zong have to do with our boss?"

The three of them looked at Zhang Yu with disdain.