Chapter: 8655
"Immortal Lord Hanyang."
Futu Xianjun flew forward tens of meters, with his hands on his back, his posture was light, and he completely compared himself and Zhang Han to the same status. He said:
"You are a cultivator at the top of the Xinghai, and your power and status are extremely high, but each of the sects present has a tribulation at the peak, and you alone forced hundreds of monks of the same level It is really inappropriate to come to you, and it may even easily lead to hostility."
After he opened his mouth, an old man beside him nodded: "That's right, Immortal Hanyang, your strength has been demonstrated, and we agree that you can give everyone an explanation about the Great Secret Realm. No one will Get to the bottom of it, after all, the Great Secret Realm will appear from time to time in the future.”
"Yes, the dispute between Saint Leizong and Yunxiao Palace has nothing to do with us." Another person said: "We are here to ask this time, but it is just about the situation of the Great Secret Realm. There is no dispute at all, but Immortal Lord Hanyang wants to Hundreds of sect masters and patriarchs come here, it is a bit unreasonable, please think again Hanyang Xianjun."
"If it attracts hostility, let alone a few hundred, it's just a few ancestors of the Holy Land, have you thought about the consequences, Immortal Hanyang?"
"You may be able to escape yourself, but won't Yunxiao Palace and the group of people below be very dangerous?"
"Hanyang Xianjun, I think you should talk about the situation of the Great Secret Realm and give everyone an explanation."
As they talked, they suddenly realized that they didn't need to be too afraid of this person.
He is a peak transcending tribulation, but there are so many forces present, which one does not have a peak transcending tribulation?
How dare he alone offend hundreds of peak transcending tribulations?
clap clap clap...
Zhang Han smiled, and he clapped his hands: "Wonderful,"
After clapping a few times, the surrounding voices subsided, and the smile on the corner of Zhang Han's mouth gradually subsided. He stopped clapping his hands, looked at Futu Xianjun and others, and said indifferently:
"When will I, Zhang Hanyang, talk about things, and it's your turn to point fingers?"
brush!
There was a dead silence all around.
Immortal Futu's face was ugly: "So, Immortal Hanyang is stubborn to oppose us."
Zhang Han did not respond to him.
Looking straight ahead, the blue eyes flickered, and streamers of light surrounded Futu Xianjun.
"What are you doing!"
Immortal Futu immediately defended, trying to disperse those streamers.
But no matter what form of defense, it is useless.
Watching the streamer sinking into his body, the meridians and sea of consciousness surged crazily.
His consciousness dissipated.
Before dying, he looked at Zhang Han: "You, you!"
He couldn't believe it until he died, why did he dare to make a move?
Crash!
The Futu Immortal turned into a ray of green glow, covering all the people who opened their mouths around them.
Green smoke curled up like cooking smoke.