Chapter 385 is arrogance

Zhaoran has no idea about Van Solomon, but he has such cultivation in just a thousand years, and he is indeed a popular figure everywhere.

"Brother Yang is polite."

Yang Potian nodded slightly with a cold face. Even after saying hello, Zhao Haoran didn't care. He had no plan to make friends deeply. What kind of attitude he had nothing to do with him.

It should be the owner's feather smile, but it was ignored at this moment. One was Hua Yanzong's new guest elder, who looked very young, his white hair was very conspicuous, and his cultivation was not weak. People from several sects who wanted to compete with Hua Yanzong began to think about it.

With the help of a strong man, it undoubtedly shows Hua Yanzong's unbreakable position.

Another identity is amazing. The nephew of the owner of Brahman, on Mercury, as long as he can relate to Brahman and Tianmen, he will unconsciously be superior.

Countless people sharpened their heads, but unfortunately, no matter how big Van Solomon and Tianmen are, there is a limit. Thousands of disciples are already many, but compared with Mercury, which has billion souls, this number is still too small.

Yu Tong coughed gently and was very clear in the quiet hall. Yu stared at him with a dissatisfied smile.

"I'm sorry, seniors, I'm really sorry to feel cold." Yu Tong's face remained unchanged and continued to cough twice.

The madman Yu said coldly, "Since you are infected with the wind and cold, go back to rest. Don't be ashamed and conspicuous here."

"Yes, master." Yu Tong retreated respectfully and had achieved his goal. He should also leave. Unfortunately, it was the elixir of immortality. He didn't forget to look at Zhao Haoran before leaving.

Ye Wen sighed, "Smile, why do you need this? That's enough, today is your birthday. It can be said to be a big day to send you an elixir to help you reach a higher level."

"Brother, you're welcome." Yu smiled in his hand and opened the jade box. In an instant, a stench floated out, which made people frown uncontrollably.

"This is..."

"This is Guanxiang Dan."

"Yes Master's action is really generous, which is amazing."

“...”

Listening to the comments below, Ye Wen sat back to the chairman, leaving Zhao Haoran alone without making any arrangements.

The visual elixir, as the name implies, is used for visualizing. Among the many Mercury disciples of Brahman, this elixir is undoubtedly the most sought-after.

The visual elixir emits not a fragrance, but a strange smell, and the more stinky the effect is. Judging from the smell emitted by this visual pill, this elixir should also belong to the middle and upper ranks. It is very difficult to get. Even Ye Wen, there are few grains. If it weren't for the eternal birthday of feather smiles, he would not say anything. Ken took it out.

"Naturally, I can't compare with Ye Zhangmen, but as a good friend of Brother Yu, I can't be too shabby."

The speaker is a soul-returning person wearing plaid trousers, with a naked upper body, extremely dry and thin, as if he were malnourished.

"Isn't this Han Fei? Why did he come here?"

"Brother Tai, you don't know this. Han Fei and Yu madman are best friends. I heard that the relationship between the two is excellent. How could he not come for such a big thing?"

Han Fei? Is it famous? Zhao Haoran glanced around and found an empty seat. This is the gathering place of the Japanese soul, which is far from the soul return to the soul, but Zhao Haoran didn't care about these and sat down at will, which made many people very disappointed.

I thought that this Hua Yanzong's guest elders would stage a scene of a battle for the throne. No matter who wins or loses, it will be a good scene.

The strength of the seat reacts from the other hand.

As soon as Han Fei raised his hand, an exquisite wooden sculpture appeared beside the feather madman. "This is a long-armed Buddha's visual wood carving. For the ten-year birthday of Brother He Xiyu, I gave up my love."

"Haha, Brother Han is so polite." The madman ignored those burning eyes and put them away.

The visual image of Buddha is another treasure. One more visual Buddha means that strength can make greater progress.

Next, one after another, whether the relationship is good or bad, whether you know it or not, since you have come here, even if you give Hua Yanzong a thin face, you have to more or less take out a decent gift.

"Take it." Yang Potian, who was sitting at the second table, took out something and threw it to the madman Yu, saying anything again.

Everyone stretched their necks, but it was a little disappointing. As a nephew of Van Solomon, Yang Potian sent a magic weapon. If someone else sent it, it may be regarded as ugly, but appearing from his hand always makes people feel a little inappropriate.

Obviously, it's a little worse than that given by Han Fei and Ye Wen.

"This friend, I don't know what gift you want to give Brother Yu?"

Han Fei's voice was loud and seemed to deliberately attract everyone's attention.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble still came to him.

"What, too shabby? I'm sorry to take action?" Han Fei sneered, which was full of provocation.

"I don't need an unrelevant person to interfere in any gift. What kind of outsider interferes with the birthday of our elder Hua Yanzong."

"You..." Han Fei snorted, "In that case, then take it out and let us open our eyes."

Knowing that he could not take advantage of words, Han Fei changed the topic.

If you really calculate it carefully, how can Zhao Haoran, a person who has just become the elder of Huayan Zongkeqing, be regarded as a person within the clan, but this false name really fanned Han Fei's face.

Since you are looking for trouble, I don't have to give you face. Zhao Haoran knows that the more you retreat, the more they will go too far.

Zhao Haoran stood up slowly. To be honest, he didn't think about any gifts or anything when he came before.

I am willing to participate in the ten thousand-year birthday of Yu Smile just to see these Mercury Sanskrit souls.

Hou's smile is not a deep hatred, but it is definitely not a friend.

However, in order to continue to stay in Hua Yanzong, Zhao Haoran was not stingy. He took out a long sword, making a pleasant sound like a wind chime, as if the breeze was constantly flowing, suddenly strange.

"The heavenly magic weapon, the popular sword, will be given to Elder Yu."

There was an uproar in the hall. Unexpectedly, the new elder Huayan Zongkeqing was so generous that he suddenly compared Han Fei with Ye Wen.

heavenly magic weapons are extremely precious magic weapons everywhere.

Ye Wen is still smiling. The things given by Zhao Haoran are precious, which only shows that the elders he invited are powerful and not a shame.

Han Fei's face was unusually ugly. Originally, he wanted Zhao Haoran to make a fool of himself.

But at this moment, many people look at him with strange eyes, and they don't have to think about what it means.

The madman rubbed the sword, looked fanatical, and did not raise his head. "Thank you, Elder Zhao."

"Thank you."

Zhao Haoran said in his heart that he was really a madman.

After saying that, he deliberately looked at Han Fei, which made him eager to find a crack to get in.

What's going on? I heard that Zhao Haoran had seriously injured him. As a friend of Yu madman, Han Fei naturally wanted to vent his anger for him. He didn't expect to slap Zhao Haoran in the face, but was kicked by Zhao Haoran. How could he stop?

"I heard that Elder Zhao has competed with Elder Yu before. Elder Zhao is highly skilled. I don't know if I can learn it."

Here comes again. Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes and seemed to refuse to give up easily.

"I dare not, it's just that each has its own advantages."

In the main hall of Hua Yanzong, Zhao Haoran did not think of any limelight, but at this moment, everyone's eyes gathered here, and Ye Wen did not say anything, obviously there was no intention to stop it.

Zhao Haoran sneered and said nothing more.

Han Fei aggressively said, "Does that mean that Elder Zhao is unwilling to teach?"

"I dare not teach you. I never take action against weak people, so as not to say that I am strong and weak."

Han Fei's face is gloomy. What does Zhao Haoran mean? Don't he just say that his cultivation is weaker than him?

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger, and the souls in the hall can feel that kind of depression, like clouds on the top of their heads, which may be pressed down at any time.

"Today is the next 10,000th birthday. You might as well sit down and drink tea. It's too hurtful to fight or something. If you have a chance in the future, you might as well compete." Yu smiled and stood up.

If no one gives a step, I'm afraid no one will come down.

What's more, Yu smiled and understood that Han Fei's strength was only higher than himself, but Zhao Haoran gave him an unfathomable feeling that it should be far beyond himself. He didn't want this friend to suffer.

"Hmm!" Other people's face can not be given, but Yu Smile is a good friend of him. This face still needs to be given, and Han Fei can only give up.

This person is resentful and will never give up easily. Zhao Haoran thought for a little, "Indeed, if you do it, it's too hurtful to do it. It's better to do it in another way."

"Oh?" Han Fei looked at Zhao Haoran and was very curious.

"I will use the soul skill once. If Brother Han can resist it, I will lose you a heavenly magic weapon, how about it?"

Ye Wen also took a breath of cold air. It seems that he still knows too little about Zhao Haoran. How did the precious heavenly magic weapon become a cabbage when he arrives at his place, and he can take it out casually.

Yang Potian's two hands tapped alternately on the chair, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes looking at Zhao Haoran were very different.

"Really?" Han Fei suddenly came to his senses, "You use your magic power, so as not to say that I bully you."

Zhao Haoran said that he used soul skills, but Han Fei thought he was wrong. When it came to the cultivation of Huayuan, he would be afraid of soul skills, which was simply a joke.

Zhao Haoran shook his head and smiled, "As I said, I never rely on strength and weakness, that is, soul art. If you lose, you will be willing to hand over the heavenly magic weapon."

"It's a deal." A fool doesn't agree to such a condition.