"Han Chen!"

Han Qianfeng, Han Tianqiong, Nine-Tailed Heavenly Demon Fox, Guiguzi and others all looked over at this time, with smiles on their faces. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm!"

What they meant, Han Chen understood, but he didn't need to say much, nodded slightly, Han Chen got up and stood up, stepped on the void, and stopped in front of the steps of the ancestral hall.

"Look, it's Han Chen!"

"He's also going to participate in the grand event in the clan? Isn't he an abandoner of the Han clan?"

"Wouldn't he have the blood of my Han clan in his body?"

Seeing Han Chen standing under the steps of the ancestral hall, the crowd suddenly stirred, and the voices of doubt rang out.

The Han clan abandoned the clan, thousands of years ago, he had been expelled from the Han clan, it can be said that he had nothing to do with the Han clan for a long time, before Han Chen stepped into the Han clan, and he explained it well, only when he was now amazingly powerful, he came to wash away the resentment of being expelled by the Han clan.

But now, Han Chen even hung a breath talisman on his head, and he wanted to participate in the grand event in the clan, how could people not be surprised?

On the high platform, the patriarchs of those veins were also stunned at this time, and such a result was obviously beyond their expectations.

"Han Cang, you are really a big hand, you actually unlocked the bloodline seal for him!" The patriarch of the second vein branch, Han Zhi turned his head to look at Han Cang and sneered.

The other patriarchs also looked at it, their eyes were not good, only Han Ping smiled bitterly, he couldn't say anything in such a situation.

"Awards, awards!" Han Cang looked at a few people and smiled faintly.

Hearing this, the faces of several patriarchs were even more gloomy, and Han Jiang, the patriarch of the first vein branch, had a mouth open, and was about to speak immediately, but Han Cang no longer gave him this opportunity.

Han Cang suddenly stood up. Facing the ancestral hall, the seven clan elders bowed down with their fists and said in a loud voice: "Seven clan elders, although this Han Chen is an abandoned clan of the Han clan, after all, he was from my Han clan. Now that the bloodline in his body has recovered, I don't know if he can participate in the grand event of my clan!"

Hearing the voice, the seven clan elders raised their eyes and looked at Han Chen, facing the gaze of the seven Emperor Realm powerhouses, Han Chen only felt an incomparably terrifying coercion attacking, his chest sank, and his breathing became a little difficult.

But his face did not change in the slightest, and he did not even have the slightest fluctuation in his gaze. The head was raised, without a trace of fear, to meet the gaze of the seven.

Seeing Han Chen's performance, the powerhouses of the Dan Mansion, the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, and many other ancient sects showed a hint of brilliance in their eyes.

The tenacity of this Han Chen's heart is really amazing.

However, the seven clan elders did not react, and they reached their realm. Unless the other party's cultivation is comparable to theirs. Otherwise, no matter how amazing and brilliant they are, they will not be interested in the slightest.

The seven of them swept over Han Chen, then withdrew their gaze and turned to look at Han Cang, the patriarch who presided over the grand event. nodded, and said lightly: "Since he has the bloodline of my Han clan and is recommended by the patriarch, he is qualified to participate in the grand event of my clan!"

The Han clan abandoned the clan and had nothing to do with them. They didn't care if Han Chen was from the Han clan or not.

They only care about the Han clan, to put it mildly, if one day, the Han clan is destroyed, but Han Chen is still alive, then Han Chen represents the Han clan.

Regardless of whether Han Chen was willing to admit this or not, at least the seven clan elders thought so.

Therefore, they only recognized the bloodline in Han Chen's body, and did not care about his identity.

"Thank you, Clan Elder!"

Han Cang smiled, bowed respectfully, turned around and sat down, looked at Han Jiang, Han Zhi and the other four patriarchs, he smiled and said, "Several, the clan elders have already spoken, do you have anything else to say?"

"Hmph, Han Cang, don't be complacent!"

Han Zhi snorted coldly, unwilling to fight any longer, turned his head to Han Qianyan behind him, and ordered, "Qianyan, go over!"

At the same time, several other patriarchs also let the disciples of the clan behind them come over.

"Brother Han Chen, you have to come on!" The fragrant wind wafted in, and Han Ling'er floated down beside Han Chen, and said with a smile.

Han Chen's eyes were gentle, he nodded, and said, "You too!"

"Han Chen, I said in Daming Lake that day, if I see you again, I will definitely kill you!" Han Qianyan carried the ancient sword on his back, and came to the front of the steps of the ancestral hall, turned his head to look at Han Chen, and said with a bright smile.

It's just that in that smile, there is a cold killing intent.

Han Chen dared to disobey him, and he already had murderous intent in his heart.

"I remember, however, I've been out of customs for a day, so I'm still standing here well!" Han Chen's smile was equally bright, but his words were extremely sharp, and he responded unceremoniously.

Didn't you say you were going to kill me?

I went out yesterday, and it's been a day now, and not only am I alive and well, but I've also come here to participate in the grand festival in the clan.

Han Qianyan's eyes flashed with cold light, "Don't worry, you will die, after the grand meeting in the clan is over, I will kill you!"

"I'll wait!" The smile on Han Chen's face also retracted, and he said lightly.

"Two pieces of waste!"

As soon as Han Chen's voice fell, an indifferent voice sounded from behind him.

Han Chen and Han Qianyan looked back together, but when they saw Han Shaohuang wearing a white shirt and taking steps under his feet, Han Wuyi followed behind him, like a servant.

Han Shaohuang did not take off, but walked directly from the high platform, which was more than a thousand zhang away from the ancestral hall here, and there were countless people in between, but where the two passed, everyone dispersed on their own, making way for a wide road.

There were even some people who knelt down directly to the ground because their legs were weak, as if the people knelt down and bowed when they saw the emperor.

With that kind of power, those ancient sect powerhouses in the distance all had their pupils constricted.

"What a terrible coercion!" Han Chen's eyes narrowed.

This is not something that Han Shaohuang did on purpose, and even the aura on his body is completely constricted, without the slightest revelation, this coercion is what he has, more precisely, it should be innate.

Like the emperor among people, ordinary people don't even have the courage to stand in the face of him, only kneel.

Han Shaohuang's steps were not fast, and it took more than ten breaths before they finally came over and stopped in front of the steps of the ancestral hall.

"Young Emperor Han, what do you mean!" Han Qianyan's eyes were cold, and he said coldly.

Han Shaohuang has always been his opponent, and his only opponent, this time out of retreat, he reached the peak of the Holy Venerable, I thought that I could be proud of my peers, but I didn't expect that Han Shaohuang actually entered the sainthood.

This made him extremely angry in his heart, and when he heard Han Shaohuang's contemptuous words at this time, how could he tolerate it.

Han Shaohuang turned his head, looked at Han Qianyan calmly with his eyes, and said in a loud voice.

"In my eyes, both of you are shit!" (To be continued.) )