"Take me to see it!"

Han Yun put away the map and said coldly to the old man.

"Yes, sir!"

The old man hurriedly led the way in front!

All the way to the Warclan Center.

The surrounding palaces were incomparably silent, the power of the divine soul unfolded, and in all the surrounding palaces, the figures of the disciples of the war clan had disappeared.

"Where have they gone?"

Han Yun asked in a deep voice.

"They're all in the Temple of the God of War!"

The old man hurriedly said.

"Take me to the Temple of the God of War!"

Han Yun said coldly.

"Yes, sir!"

The old man hurriedly said.

The two of them unfolded, and after a while, they finally came to the Temple of the God of War.

It is a golden hall.

The main hall seemed to be carved out of gold, and streams of brilliant golden light emanated from the main hall.

"This hall is also a war weapon!"

Seeing this hall, Han Yun's eyes lit up slightly, the golden qi on the hall was entangled, and the two golden dragons were circling, which looked extremely majestic, and what made Han Yun even more shocked was that there was a very ancient aura coming from this hall.

"Young Master, this War God Temple is the inheritance place of my War Clan for millions of years!"

Looking at Han Yun, the War Clan Elder explained in a low voice.

"Land of Inheritance!"

The light in Han Yun's eyes flickered, the so-called inheritance, that is naturally the inheritance of combat techniques, this hall, is the most important place in the war clan!

These things.

The fate of the entire war clan is at stake!

"Let's go inside!"

Han Yun commanded the old man, got up and walked towards the main hall.

"Buzz ......"

Han Yun had just walked into the main hall for three steps, and a golden light suddenly enveloped Han Yun, as if he was identifying Han Yun's identity, and in a moment, the golden light disappeared, and the door of the main hall also opened directly at this time!

"Young Master ......"

Feeling Han Yun's breath, everyone in the hall stood up.

"Zhang Qu ......"

Han Yun smiled slightly, and started walking towards the main hall.

in the main hall.

There were hundreds of Zhan Clan disciples standing.

Among these disciples, the lowest aura on each of them is the realm of Zhanzun, and these people are all powerhouses with more than three bloodlines.

Among them, Zhang Qu and two elders.

I am standing at the forefront.

"Young master?"

Hearing Zhang Qu's words, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"Patriarch, you said that Han Yun is our young master?"

A Zhan Clan disciple stood up and asked with a frown at Zhang Qu.

"That's right!"

Zhang Qu glanced at this Zhan Clan disciple lightly, nodded and said.

"Patriarch, my war clan has not had a young master for hundreds of thousands of years, although Han Yun is a direct disciple, but if he wants to become the young master of our war clan, I'm afraid he doesn't have that ability yet!"

This disciple of the War Clan said with a frown on his face.

"Not eligible!"

Han Yun paused slightly, and Zhang Qu and the three War Clan Elders, who heard the man's words, couldn't help but have a smile on their faces.

Han Yun is not qualified?

"Tell me, where am I not qualified?"

Han Yun looked at the man and asked with a smile.

Although the man was refuting Han Yun, he didn't have much malice, even the man's last sentence was unqualified, and he said it very plainly, as if it was a conversation with his fellow clan, without the slightest chill and evil spirit!

"Han Yun, we all know that you are a direct disciple of the War Clan, but there are rules in my War Clan, only the direct bloodline descendants of the God of War are eligible for the position of Young Master, and ......"

"And what?"

Looking at the man's flickering eyes, Han Yun asked with interest.

"And to become the young master of my war clan, you must have more than eight stages of war god bloodline, and at the same time become the most powerful disciple of my war clan!"

Looking at Han Yun, the man said loudly.

"That's right, the God of War did leave this rule, the young master is a major matter of my war clan, and it must not be such a child's play. ”

"The patriarch is really confused, Han Yun is a direct disciple Yes, but Han Yun's cultivation has just entered the realm of the Great Emperor, which is not even as good as the patriarch of our war clan, how can he be qualified to become the young master of my war clan!"

"Could it be that the power of his bloodline has reached the eighth-stage ......?"

......

One after another, hundreds of Zhan Clan disciples came out, and their eyes fell on Han Yun one by one.

They want to see it.

How Han Yun answered this question.

Although the Zhan Clan agrees with Han Yun, if Han Yun wants to be the young master of the Zhan Clan, there is only one way, to come up with the ability to convince everyone!

"Among my war clan, the bloodline is respected, if your bloodline can reach the ninth rank, then we will make you the young master of my war clan!"

Looking at Han Yun, the man spoke.

"Nine bloodlines?"

Han Yun paused slightly, then said with a smile: "This may not have time to test now, but since you want to see the power of my bloodline, then I'll let you see it!"

"Battle, Battle, Battle, ......"

Han Yun's voice fell, and he suddenly stepped out, three battle words, and the momentum soared to the sky.

"Buzz ......"

A monstrous battle intent burst out from Han Yun's body, rolling blood and qi entangled, and the fierce power, like an ancient fierce beast, a terrifying evil aura, formed blood-colored clouds above Han Yun's head!

"This breath ......"

The face of the disciple of the war clan changed drastically, and the aura on Han Yun's body was not only that fierce power, but also a mysterious aura, with a grandeur, with a profoundness, as if it contained the most primitive truth of heaven and earth, so that the disciples of the war clan couldn't help but sink.

"This is the praise of the god of war!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and all the disciples of the war clan involuntarily knelt down.

"Knock ......"

A drum sounded, the war drum roared, behind Han Yun, a vague figure appeared, this battle spirit, the breath on his body went against the sky, his eyes looked up at the void, arrogant but domineering.

"It's the drums of war......"

The man opposite Han Yun was extremely pale, and under the drums of war, countless disciples of the War Clan only felt that their bloodlines were beginning to boil, and that breath was as if the ancient God of War had descended!

"Knock ......"

Another war drum sounded, Han Yun's eyes lost concentration, and suddenly became indifferent, his eyes looked at everyone, as if he was looking at grass mustard, and his eyes seemed to be a god on top, which made people can't help but worship!

The main hall became extremely silent in an instant.

Everyone looked at Han Yun with ecstasy, anticipation, and firmness in their eyes......

"Get up!"

The momentum on Han Yun's body suddenly receded like a tide.

"See the young master!"

Zhang Qu was the first to kneel down, and the other disciples of the War Clan hurriedly knelt down one by one, and the eyes that looked at Han Yun also changed from contempt at the beginning to admiration, worship, and fanaticism......

Nine bloodlines, war drums!

This is the legend of the war clan, the nine bloodlines, how many years has it not appeared, looking at Han Yun in front of him, Zhang Qu seemed to see hope, and couldn't help but burst into tears!

"Young Master ......"

Zhang Qu stood up tremblingly.

(End of chapter)