Chapter 1625： Holy trace (2/2)

”It should be possible.”

Su Han smiled lightly.

Everyone chuckled.

Lin Tinghe looked strange and did not speak.

When Xing Bu heard the words, he smiled, ”If there is a chance, I would like to see the Taoism your Excellency is practicing.”

”There will be a chance.”

Su Han smiled and nodded.

”You see, among the saints over there, is there the Nanhua saint of your human race?”

Zuo Chuan, the quasi-sage of the instrument clan speaking. The tool clan also has a holy lord. Although the air luck is weaker than that of the Yasha clan, the tool clan will not show shyness in front of the Yasha clan during the interaction. After all, this is a famous sage in the Longyuan Tribe. Clan, the clan holds many

The power of the saint about forging!

”How dare the Nanhua Saints come to Zhoutian Palace, aren't you joking?”

Before Su Han could speak, Xing Buqi let out a sneer.

”Oh? How to say?”

Some people don't understand the truth and look curious.

”Bei Cangshan once offended Zhou Tian Wang's Mansion. Many years ago, the Nanhua Saint was severely wounded once by the Da Shi Zi. Do you think he can dare to come?”

Xing Buqi glanced at Su Han and smiled.

”Is there anything like this? If you come here, you are not afraid...”

Zuo Chuan looked at Su Han with a smile.

As he spoke, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became awe-inspiring, the surrounding conversation gradually disappeared, and Zuo Chuan suddenly closed his mouth.

The entire martial arts field is already full of densely packed people, with golden bodies, dharma figures, and many martial arts. It is roughly estimated that there are about 50,000 or 60,000 people.

At that time, there was a figure stepping through the air, and everyone stopped talking because of the arrival of this figure, and they all had a touch of awe in the eyes of this figure.

The eldest son of Zhou Tian Wangfu, Song Yu!

There are many warriors who have heard the news, it is the first time that they have seen the great sage powerhouse so close, and their faces showed a touch of feverish excitement.

The saints on the high platform stood up one after another, paying attention to Song Yu.

Su Han looked at Song Yu, and found that the other party was born very white, he looked more than forty years old, and his body exuded a trace of elegance.

Song Yu slowly landed on the high platform, smiled at Mo Yuan, Lingji and other saints, then turned to face the crowd, and slowly spoke.

The first sentence made everyone feel shocked and shocked.

”I heard that someone wants to trouble me today, this one, is he already here?”

Someone is coming to trouble Song Yu?

Trouble with Song Yu in Zhoutian King City?

Everyone looked at each other, some not sure if Song Yu was joking.

Who can't think about it, come to Zhou Tian Wangcheng and find trouble with Zhou Tian Wangfu's elder son?

Among the saints behind Song Yu, there is a silver pupil saint, who is the ancestral **** from the ancestral temple of the **** race!

His gaze calmly swept across the faces of the scene, as if looking for something.

”Does this guy know in advance?”

Su Han's eyes moved slightly, and it was not surprising in his heart. Since the Nanfan Longjun Mansion knew the purpose of the Nanhua Saint, Zhou Tianwang's mansion might have found some clues.

Now the other party knows in advance that if the South China Saints are present, they shouldn't choose to shoot again, right? As soon as I thought about it, I saw a figure slowly walking out of the crowd, looking at its appearance, it was the Nanhua Saint!