When facing outsiders, they were united in their spearheads and did not rush to fight in the nest, which made Mu Hanyan somewhat relieved. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

However, with Wei Wenxiao's experience, they didn't dare to underestimate any of the children of the Holy Court anymore, especially the kind of people who dared to come to the door to provoke them knowing their identity.

The previous Western Qin Great Sword Master is the best example, and his strength is not much worse than Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, but since he became a bird, was severely humiliated by Wei Xiaotian and forced to submit, he lost face, and he 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 man is frustrated, and it is estimated that he will not have much achievement in this life.

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were afraid that they would accidentally provoke another saint and end up in the same fate as him.

"This is the personal disciple of Elder Ao of the Gods, Deacon Han Yutang, don't hurry over and salute. The attendant said that when he mentioned Elder Ao, his face was full of reverence and fascination.

"What Deacon Han, I haven't heard of it. When they heard that they were not saints, but just deacons, everyone was a little disapproving, and Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were even a little disdainful.

There are more deacons in the Holy Court, and there are also internal and external deacons, and they are afraid of saints like Wei Xiaotian, not deacons.

"Bold, dare to be disrespectful to Deacon Han!" Seeing their disapproving expressions, the sycophant follower reprimanded with a fake tiger.

"Well, they haven't seen much of the world, so they don't need to see it like 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 compete for the courtyard of the Holy Sword Peak, I want to see, how did you get into this Holy Sword Valley?"

"Hmph, we're going in, and who else dares to stop it. Zhuang Ping'an and the others are also arrogant and domineering lords in their own country on weekdays, and when they saw Han Yutang's arrogance of the Second Ancestor, who was even more arrogant than them, they instinctively rose out of dissatisfaction.

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

They had long seen that those young children of the same age in the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their arrival had stolen the other party's limelight, and they also guessed that Han Yutang and the others had just come to ridicule them in private for a few words, and it was not from the Holy Court's instructions, so they were even more fearless.

In the face of foreign insults, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are surprisingly united, and they have already made up their minds in their hearts, if anyone dares to stop them, it's a big deal to do it, who is afraid of whom?

But to their surprise, the other party had no intention of making a move, just looked at them with a smile, but the two of them looked too nervous with their hands on the hilt of their swords, as if they were afraid of each other.

Both of them felt very shameless, and at the same time let go of the hilt of their swords.

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

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

"Brother Zhuang!"

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

Fortunately, none of them were injured, but they were embarrassed, and there was still a little bit of the majesty of a great sword master.

"Hahahaha, I'll just say that they don't know, let's see if I'm not wrong, it's really funny to be tossed by such a small formation. Han Yutang leaned forward and leaned back and laughed.

The other disciples of the Holy Court also laughed wildly, pointing at Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe, as if they were pointing at two water dogs.

Formation! Mu Hanyan's eyes condensed slightly.

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

More importantly, this formation is not only extremely hidden, but also not to be underestimated, you must know that Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are both great swordsmen, and their strength is not much worse than her, and their experience and actual combat experience will never be much worse than him.

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

The other descendants of the Divine Guardian also had a drastic change in their faces, if it weren't for Han Yutang opening his mouth, they wouldn't even have reacted to 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 lost face and roared angrily, drawing their long swords at the same time.

"Wait, wait, I'm not here to fight you. Han Yutang smiled and said, "I just heard that the Holy Lord recruited the descendants of the gods from various countries, and wanted them to inherit the inheritance left by those ancient powerhouses, and I was a little curious in my heart, how capable are these descendants of the gods guards, but after trying it, I was disappointed." ”

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

Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe's already red faces turned even redder, and they both turned a little purple.

They had always been proud of their status as guardian descendants of the gods, and although they knew that coming to the Holy Court this time and then going to the Northern Abyss Fog Plains was likely to be a 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 again and again, and the previous Wei Xiaotian was just that, after all, others were saints, even if they were deceived by him and had to give in, they could think about it, but now they were teased and humiliated by a deacon like this, they couldn't accept it.

"Leng Qingyun!"

"Rolif!" both shouted at the same time.

The two young men stood up at the same time, but they both had bitter expressions on their faces.

"Break this formation for me!" the two ordered in unison, not noticing the bitter look on their faces.

Mu Hanyan could see that the two of them had a bitter face when they heard Zhuang Sang and the others shouting their names, obviously lacking confidence, but Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were both outstanding in strength, and they were older than others, and they were very prestigious among the guardian descendants of their own gods, and they did not dare to disobey, so they had to walk forward listlessly.

Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu came to the place where Zhuang Sang and the others were shocked by the formation before, and at the same time fought a duel.

Their strength is not strong, but the sword master is third-order, but when they make a move, everyone's eyes are bright.

On the surface, there are not many surprises in the hand-to-hand duel between the two, but some subtleties are obviously different from ordinary hand-to-hand duels. You must know that the art of hand duel has been passed on for millions of years now, after countless ancestors repeatedly scrutinized, repeatedly beaten, but it is said to be subtle, and there is no room for half a point difference when it is performed, and the slightest difference will be a thousand miles.