The top ten female emperors stood up to welcome the return of the immortal emperor

The screen turns.

The time came four days later.

During these four days.

Yang Huan and Chu Yu almost visited the entire Lingyao Treasure.

All lands, big and small, went there.

During this time.

Han Ningxin would come to Yang Huan from time to time to discuss matters related to cultivation and martial arts.

Of course, Yang Huan didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he said what he had.

For example, when Han Ningxin shot her gun, her wrist was always tense.

And the waist is extremely stiff, and it is impossible to bring the strength of the whole body to the gun.

Yang Huan basically explained this most basic knowledge of martial arts to Han Ningxin.

Since Yang Huan uses a sword, swordsmanship and spearmanship actually have a lot in common.

So Yang Huan can still teach some of these most basic things.

Wait until four days later.

Han Chen left Lingyao Treasure Land, leaving Han Ningxin here to formally study as a disciple.

And Yang Huan and the others are also preparing to leave for the holy land of the human race, and it is very likely that there will be a feast in this holy land of the human race for thousands of years.

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"Why are you a little nervous for no reason?"

Yang Huan put the Baiyin silkworm mask on his face, and said as if talking to himself.

Chu Yu looked at Yang Huan's cheeks full of smiles, and gave him a blank look.

"Come on, when will you be nervous again?"

"It is estimated that even if the human sage came to kill you on the spot, your mind would be full of how to let the human sage drink a pot."

Yang Huan showed a bitter face, glanced at Chu Yu, and said, "Sister, can we stop cursing people like that!"

"That's the Human Race Holy Master of Immortal King Realm. If he really wants to press me to death, what can I do? I must just wait for death obediently!"

"However, if there is a senior here, I guess that old guy would not dare to do it."

An Kelan nodded lightly, and said, "You don't have to worry about this."

"That guy Su Ruoyun has never won a fight with me. I'm there, even if he really sees your identity, he probably won't tear your face apart on the spot."

"What's more, you are still a benefactor to that little guy Su Yunqing. Su Ruoyun will more or less take her emotions into consideration, and won't do it so soon."

"Calm down, as long as you don't lose the chain, little guy, you won't have any problems."

After confirming the situation a little more.

An Kelan didn't talk nonsense, and opened a door to the void on the spot.

Waiting for Yang Huan and the others to go to the holy land of the human race.

After a period of void travel without any waves.

Several people came to the outer gate of the Holy Land of the Human Race.

Yang Huan glanced at the holy places of the human race around him, and couldn't help but smacked his lips.

"No wonder that guy dared to be so arrogant, every brick in the holy land of the human race exudes the taste of money."

No wonder Yang Huan made such an exaggerated description.

Just because this holy land of the human race is really too gorgeous.

Even compared to Lingyao Treasure Land, the Human Race Holy Land still looks so magnificent.

The entire holy land of the human race seemed to be a big circle, with a milky white stone wall engraved with some strange words.

Surrounding the entire holy land of the human race, it looks like a castle from the outside.

and.

The interior of the Human Race Holy Land also fits perfectly within the scope of this circular wall.

At the very center, a gorgeous spire like an ivory tower stands on the ground and reaches into the sky.

Looking from below, at a glance, you can't see the edge, and you don't know the height of the minaret.

And around and under the minaret, there are lush green embellishments, and the countless buildings around it are like stars arching the moon, surrounding the minaret in the center.

Anyone who reads it will praise how grand this place is.

It really does not disgrace the title of "Holy Land of the Human Race".

Worthy of the name!

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"Finally...I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to come back here again."

The transformed shadow guard looked at the familiar steeple, clenched his fists lightly, and couldn't help talking to himself.

An Kelan paid a little attention to the expressions of the people around her, and led them to the central gate.

After walking a few steps, a man who looked quite old, like a butler, stopped them and the group.

"Are you Mr. An Kelan'an?"

"But you're here for a banquet?"

An Kelan nodded expressionlessly.

The butler naturally didn't dare to be negligent, and bowed slightly.

"Of course, please, the banquet will start in about two hours, please wait for a while."

After giving up a channel.

An Kelan didn't say anything more to this person.

Waiting for Yang Huan and the others to go inside.

It's not hard to guess.

This steeple is so magnificent.

In comparison, the thousand-year feast in this holy land of the human race is probably held here.

as predicted.

As soon as he entered the gate, there were a few people who looked like disciples who acted as tour guides for An Kelan and his party.

He took everyone to the inside of the minaret.

This minaret only looks particularly slender from the outside.

In fact, the footprint is also scary.

The minaret on the first floor alone covers thousands of square meters, and it takes a long, long time just to walk from one end to the other.

I'm afraid that accommodating thousands or even tens of thousands of people at the same time is just a piece of cake for the Holy Land of the Human Race.

After entering the minaret, it is obvious that the first floor is used to entertain everyone, and it is already filled with tables and chairs of all sizes.

The tables and chairs come in a variety of colors, sizes, and shapes, ranging from white to red.

Moreover, each table looks independent, and there is no situation where people who do not know each other sit at the same table.

As for Yang Huan and the others.

Naturally, it was brought to a red table by the disciples.

No more, no less, five people, five chairs.

The entire table was surprisingly large, and it was only used to accommodate the five of them, which seemed a bit overkill.

but.

An Kelan didn't seem to have any doubts about this arrangement.

He just sat gently on the chair, as if he didn't care about anything, and didn't even glance at the people around him.