When facing outsiders, they were united in their attacks and did not rush to fight among themselves. This made Mu Hanyan somewhat relieved.
However, with the previous experience of Wei Wenxiao, they dared not underestimate any of the disciples of the Holy Court anymore, especially those who dared to come and provoke them even though they knew their identities.
The great swordsman from Western Qin was the best example. His strength was not much worse than Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe. However, ever since he was the first to stand out, he was severely humiliated by Wei Xiaotian and forced to surrender. He lost face and hid behind the crowd, never to show up again.
With such a shadow in his heart and his strong will frustrated, it is estimated that he will not achieve much in his life.
Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were afraid that they would accidentally provoke another saint and suffer the same fate as him.
"This is Deacon Han Yutang, the direct disciple of Elder Ao, the Godly Master. Come over and pay your respects." The follower said arrogantly, and when he mentioned Elder Ao, his face was full of reverence and admiration.
"What Deacon Han? I've never heard of him." When they heard that he was not a saint but just a deacon, everyone was a little disapproving. Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were even a little disdainful.
There are so many deacons in the Holy Court, and they are divided into internal and external ones. What they fear is saints like Wei Xiaotian, not deacons.
"How dare you disrespect Deacon Han!" Seeing their indifferent expressions, the flatterer shouted at them with the power of a bully.
"Forget it. They haven't seen much of the world, so there's no need to bother with them." Han Yutang waved his hand and said contemptuously to Zhuang Ping'an, Sang Qinghe and the others, "Aren't you all eager to fight for the courtyard on Holy Sword Peak? I want to see how you can get into Holy Sword Valley."
"Hmph, we want to go in, who dares to stop us?" Zhuang Ping'an and others are usually arrogant and domineering in their own country. Seeing Han Yutang's arrogance, who is even more arrogant than them, they instinctively feel dissatisfied.
Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe walked inside as they talked. Since the Holy Lord had already spoken, he didn't believe that anyone would dare to stop them.
They had long seen that the young men of the same age in the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their arrival had stolen their limelight. They also guessed that Han Yutang and others were just ridiculing them privately to vent their anger, and it was not done at the behest of the Holy Court, so they became even more fearless.
Faced with foreign aggression, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were surprisingly united. They had already made up their minds that if anyone dared to stop them, they would just take action. Who was afraid of who?
But what surprised them a little was that the other party had no intention of taking action at all. They just looked at them with a smile. However, the way they both pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords looked too nervous, as if they were afraid of each other.
Both of them felt very embarrassed and loosened their grip on the hilts of their swords at the same time.
At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in front of them. The two were startled and reached out to draw their swords at the same time, but it was too late.
A huge force came towards them, and the two men were knocked to the ground before they had drawn half of their swords. They somersaulted more than ten times like a rolling gourd before they stopped.
"Brother Zhuang!"
"Brother Sang!" Their companions hurried forward to help them up.
Fortunately, they were not seriously injured, but they were covered in dust and looked extremely miserable, without any dignity of a great swordsman.
"Hahaha, I said they were ignorant. Look, I was right. They were actually messed up by such a small formation. It's really hilarious." Han Yutang laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.
The other disciples of the Holy Court also laughed wildly and pointed at Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe as if they were two dogs in the water.
Formation! Mu Hanyan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although Han Yutang said it lightly, she knew that this formation was definitely not as simple as he said, because she had not noticed the existence of this formation before.
More importantly, this formation is not only extremely concealed, but also powerful. You must know that Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe are both great swordsmen, their strength is not much worse than hers, and their experience and practical experience are definitely not much worse than his.
If it wasn't Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe who stepped forward just now, but she herself, she would probably have suffered the same fate as she was caught off guard.
The other descendants of the Guardians of the Gods also changed their expressions drastically. If Han Yutang hadn't spoken, they wouldn't even have realized it was a formation. No wonder this person was so arrogant; he really had the confidence.
"What do you want to do!" Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were humiliated and shouted angrily, drawing their swords at the same time.
"Wait, wait, wait, I'm not here to fight you." Han Yutang said calmly with a smile on his face, "I just heard that the Holy Lord is recruiting descendants of the God's Guardians from all over the world, wanting them to inherit the legacy left by those ancient masters. I was a little curious about how capable these descendants of the God's Guardians are. But when I tried them, I was sorely disappointed."
Speaking of this, Han Yutang's face was naturally full of contempt and ridicule.
Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe's already red faces turned even redder, almost turning purple.
They have always been proud of their status as descendants of the guardians of God. Although they know that coming to the Holy Court and then heading to the Beiyuan Mist Plains is likely to mean death, they still have no regrets and even regard it as an honor and pride.
However, they suffered setbacks one after another as soon as they arrived at the Holy Court. It was okay with Wei Xiaotian before, after all, he was a saint, and even if he deceived them and had to surrender, they could accept it. But now they were teased and humiliated by a deacon, they could not accept it at all.
"Leng Qingyun!"
"Rolieff!" they both cried at once.
Two young men stood up at the same time, both with bitter expressions on their faces.
"Break this formation for me!" The two men ordered in unison, not noticing the bitter looks on the other two people's faces.
Mu Hanyan could see that the two men's faces turned bitter when they heard Zhuang and Sang call their names. It was obvious that they lacked confidence. However, Zhuang Ping'an and Sang Qinghe were both outstanding in strength and older than others. They had great prestige among the descendants of the guardian gods in their country. They did not dare to disobey and could only walk forward listlessly.
Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Life arrived at the place where Zhuang Sang and the other two were blown away by the formation, and they performed hand seals at the same time.
Their strength was not strong, only the third level of swordsman, but when they attacked, everyone's eyes lit up.
On the surface, the two people's hand seals didn't seem particularly remarkable, but some subtle differences clearly distinguished them from ordinary hand seals. The art of hand seals had been passed down for millions of years, refined and honed by countless predecessors, reaching a level of sophistication that it required no error. Even the slightest mistake could lead to a huge error.
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