Chapter 39, Oppression

The main hall of the Imperial Sword Gate, like three years ago, is solemn, majestic, and atmospheric, but today it has gathered many elite disciples of the Imperial Sword Gate.

A few days ago, Han Yu made a move for Yan Lian to repel Yan Sect Duan Chen for the Imperial Sword Gate, but he was also arranged to go to the Western Regions Linjiabao this time, although he was still faintly unhappy with the incident in the Imperial Sword Gate three years ago, but after all, the drunken old man also agreed to go by himself, and this experience is believed to give him a lot of experience.

There are already more than a dozen elite disciples of the underworld in the main hall, all of them are extraordinary in strength and have great potential, and they always give people a feeling of arrogance, and Lu Shaoyun, Han Xuening, Xue Chengying and other three sword exams stood out and were ready to participate in the trip to the Western Regions as an experience, but they have not yet arrived, according to the traditional rules, the top three in the sword test must be able to advance to the underworld to become elite disciples, and the future is also unlimited, such disciples have also become the key cultivation objects of various sects.

"Senior Brother Wu Hao, haha, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect my strength to improve again!"

"It's still far worse than Senior Brother Song Yu, you should also break through the middle stage of the Underworld!" The two people who were talking were none other than Wu Hao, who was now from the four great families of the Ancient Yue Kingdom in the Eastern Regions, and Song Yu was the best even among these elite disciples.

The other elite disciples are also touting each other, but this is also to say, which one is not arrogant in his heart, as an elite disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, one of the four major sects in the Eastern Regions, this can be regarded as normal.

Just when the elite disciples in the main hall were touting each other, a discordant figure suddenly appeared,

Fourteen or fifteen years old, he has long been out of the immaturity of his youth, with a black coat, carrying a seemingly simple mortal sword, taking advantage of his rather handsome face, but with a pair of sword eyebrows, he walked into the hall step by step.

When this figure appeared, almost all the elite disciples frowned, staring at him deadly, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

"This little junior brother, you are in the wrong place, this is not where you can come in with a kid in the middle of the spiritual realm!" a voice full of contempt sounded in the main hall.

Then the other elite disciples also laughed at Han Yu with disdain.

Although Wu Hao and the others were also disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, of course, none of them went to watch the sword test, after all, it was just a battle between the spiritual realms, and these elite disciples were not interested in such a small fight.

Seeing this, Han Yu didn't care, and still walked into this hall.

"Didn't you hear me!"

The owner of the arrogant voice just now walked out slowly, it was Wu Hao, although Han Yu was not as high as his cultivation, but he could also see that his strength was at least in the middle of the underworld, which was one order higher than his own, and even the gap was even greater, just the inadvertent fluctuating aura was enough to explain.

"What kind of thing are you!" Han Yujian frowned, and scolded Wu Hao angrily, not giving Wu Hao any face. In Han Yu's heart, Han Yu will definitely return the favor with courtesy, but those who insult him, even if they are strong, Han Yu will not give in, and he is arrogant, but he also shows a trace of unruliness.

Almost a dozen or so elite disciples, including Wu Hao, frowned, and no one could have imagined that this disciple who was only in the middle of the spiritual realm would blurt out a disciple like Wu Hao, who was also considered to have a lot of potential among elite disciples.

Just when Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, he immediately came back to his senses, and his face was swept away by a disciple in the middle of the spirit realm, thinking that even among these elite disciples on weekdays, no one dared to say such a thing to himself, after all, there were also people from the Wu family in the elder generation of the Imperial Sword Sect, and then he was furious and said to Han Yu: "Get out!"

Suddenly, the Yuan Force in Wu Hao's body burst out, and the main hall was suddenly filled with an oppressive force.

Han Yu suddenly felt a breath like Chongyue Mountain pressing against him from Wu Hao's body, as if he was still constantly squeezing himself out of the main hall.

"Is this the strength of the underworld!"

Immediately, Han Yu snorted coldly, and in an instant, the Realm Yuan Force in his body wrapped around him, trying to resist Wu Hao's pressure.

Wu Hao saw that Han Yu still dared to resist himself, and his eyebrows were raised, and the pressure in the main hall slowly increased.

"Crunch!"

Under the pressure of such a strong aura, Han Yu's body still had a tendency to lean backwards, but immediately, he was blushing, his body was half-supported, his red eyes were stubbornly resisting this pressure, and the Realm Yuan Force around him was running wildly, but it was gradually becoming thinner.

"Hehe, interesting!" Immediately, Wu Hao chuckled, but the aura around him was a little stronger.

Han Yu frowned slightly, clenched his teeth, and unconsciously showed a hint of calm on his face.

"Senior Brother Wu, don't be angry with this kind of little disciple!. "Several elite disciples around are also afraid that things will make a fuss, and they have come up to persuade them.

Wu Hao didn't care about this at all, in the heart of a proud elite disciple like him, his dignity has always been the first place, and everything else who tries to challenge him has only one way.

"I'll see how long you can weigh it!" Wu Hao said coldly,

"Bang!" The aura of the strength of the mid-stage of the underworld was all emitted by Wu Hao, just to deal with a disciple of the mid-stage of the spiritual realm like Han Yu, who talked back to him.

"Click, click, click!" In the face of this pressure, Han Yu's legs unconsciously fell backwards, but with every step back, there was a deep footprint on the ground.

One step, two steps, three steps, just when Han Yu stepped back to the fifth step, his body suddenly had green muscles coiled, but he stood up stiffly, his body exuded a purple glow, and it was the Dragon Shadow True Yuan Jue that was triggered by the purple dragon's qi, and then, Han Yu slowly raised his head and smiled at Wu Hao, laughing so unscrupulously.

"Underworld!" Han Yu also said in a deep voice, "But that's it!"

"Look for death!" Wu Hao saw that Han Yu had resisted his own oppression, and immediately, he kicked over, without any exercises, but it was not the strength of Han Yu's mid-stage spiritual realm, or even the strength of the late stage of the spiritual realm.

Immediately, Han Yu's right hand was clenched, and the purple illusory dragon claw was also clenched into a fist, and he also blasted towards Wu Hao mercilessly.

"Boom!"

Immediately, I saw a white figure, a handsome face, but with a hint of gentleness, suddenly appeared between the two, both hands into fists, one punch at Wu Hao, and the other punch at Han Yu.

Then, almost everyone in the hall watched blankly, Wu Hao, who staggered backwards, and Han Yu, who was also shocked and took a few steps back, trembled in their hearts. Shaking off Han Yu and Wu Hao so easily, it can be seen that this person must be extraordinary!

The person who came was the only closed disciple of Yi Chengfeng, the head of the Imperial Sword Sect, Han Yufeng.

"Wu Hao, you are not afraid to refute your face when you make a move on a disciple in the middle of the spirit realm!" Immediately, Han Yufeng turned to Wu Hao and said softly.

Han Yu on the side looked at the second brother who suddenly appeared, and his heart trembled, clenching his teeth, but he didn't say anything.

"Disciple of the middle stage of the Spirit Realm," Wu Hao smiled unconsciously, "I think it's your third brother, that is, the disciple who forced the Illusion Realm Trial to stop three years ago - Han Yu!"

"It turned out to be him!"

"Looks like I'm still a little capable!"

"But three years ago, I did hear that he was going to be executed by the head of the family, but then he disappeared, why did he suddenly appear again!"

"I heard that in this sword test, I even defeated that disciple of the Yan Sect!"

"I see, this time he is also going to the Lin family in the Western Regions!"

When Han Yu heard Wu Hao say this, his heart suddenly became angry, and he just wanted to rush forward, but Han Yufeng immediately stretched out his hand to stop Han Yu and said to Wu Hao: "You can't still hold a grudge against my third brother for seriously injuring your brother Wu De in the illusion world!"

Suddenly, Han Yu also understood why Wu Hao was so aimed at himself, it turned out that three years ago, before Han Yu fell into a coma, he suddenly went berserk, seriously injured Wu De at that time, and it took half a year to recover, which also made him not accepted as a disciple by the five first seats, and the Wu family also lost an opportunity for this.

Han Yufeng is the only closed disciple of the head of the sect, Wu Hao does not dare to offend Han Yufeng, plus he does it to a spiritual realm disciple, he is not reasonable, and immediately snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and turned around.

Suddenly, there was a burst of embarrassment above the main hall.