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Many cultivators surrounded him, and so did Han Yan, he quickly arrived in front of the stall.

On the ground, there were many things. There were Demonic Beast's materials, spirit herbs that were more than ten years old, and even Demonic Beast's feces. That excrement was completely yellow and gave off a foul stench. After many of the cultivators began to ask questions, they all quickly retreated. Some of the female cultivators were even more furious and cursed in their hearts.

In a moment, all the cultivators had retreated, only Han Yan was still standing at his original spot.

The vendor was a young man in his twenties. Seeing Han Yan's gaze on the feces, he immediately asked: "Fellow cultivator, have you taken a fancy to this feces?"

Han Yan shook his head, his gaze shifted and looked at the things at the side.

At this moment, a cultivator behind him spoke up, "Wang Qiang, you're not embarrassed at all. You came all the way here to sell Demonic Beast feces."

Wang Qiang let out a sigh and said, "Brother, you don't know, but this excrement is amazing. As long as you put it on your body, no Demonic Beast below the third rank would dare to be cautious."

Hearing this, quite a few cultivators almost vomited as they placed their feces on their bodies. This was simply too disgusting, and quite a few cultivators hurriedly turned around to leave.

Seeing everyone leaving, Wang Qiang shouted, "Don't go! "If you all don't like excrement, you can take a look at this flying sword and you'll definitely be satisfied."

Right in the middle of the stall was a small green sword. The small sword was only the length of a thumb and was extremely exquisite. It emitted a faint fluctuation of spirit energy; it was obviously a pretty good magic tool. It was the first time that Han Yan had seen such a small magic tool. He released his spiritual sense and carefully examined it. When he saw it, Han Yan's heart skipped a beat. As soon as his spiritual sense came in contact with the small green sword, a huge wave of spiritual power prevented his spiritual sense from entering.

There were also many knowledgeable cultivators. One of them asked, "Where did you get this flying sword?"

Wang Qiang smiled lightly and said, "It's not important where you got it from. As long as everyone can afford it, it's yours."

When someone saw that Wang Qiang was unwilling to answer, they joked, "Wang Qiang, this flying sword was not discovered along with the feces, right?"

Wang Qiang's expression darkened. He glared at the cultivator and said, "I, Wang Qiang, have been in business for so many years. How would I do something like this? If you do not sell it, do not cause any more trouble here. " He had his hands on his waist and a furious expression on his face.

Amongst the crowd, a green-clothed man who had his eyes on the flying sword said, "Can you let me have a look at the flying sword? If it's really not bad, I'll buy it."

Everyone thought that Wang Qiang would definitely agree. However, he shook his head like a rattle drum and said, "No, we can't do it. We have to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."

Hearing this, the cultivators that were prepared to buy let out bitter smiles and left one after the other.

In a moment, other than a few cultivators who came to watch the show, only Han Yan was left at the stall.

Wang Qiang sighed and muttered to himself, "How ignorant. Such a good flying sword, forget about a thousand, even ten thousand Spirit Stone would be worth it."

Han Yan raised his brows, and said with sound transmission: "Since it's so good, why don't you know how to use it!"

Wang Qiang raised his head and gave Han Yan a deep look. He let out a sigh and also transmitted his voice back, "Brother, you don't know. "Although this flying sword is a good item, the amount of spiritual energy required to use it is too much. Without a late Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, I'm afraid that you would not even be able to control it." He didn't want others to see him because he was afraid they would see through him.

The late Foundation Establishment stage began to refine magical equipment, very few people would buy magic tools, no matter how good this thing was, it was still useless.

After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he noticed that Han Yan had the intention to buy and gritted his teeth: "Brother, if you want to buy, I will give you a 20% discount. How about eight hundred Spirit Stone? "

Han Yan really wanted to buy this flying sword to study it, especially the formation on the sword.

Han Yan looked at Wang Qiang and said: "That's too expensive. If it's just five hundred Spirit Stone, I will take them. How about it?"

Wang Qiang laughed bitterly. He said, "Brother!" Isn't that too little? This magic tool is a good thing. If you reach the late Foundation Establishment stage, you will definitely be able to discover its secrets. "

Han Yan asked: "Do you have the confidence to reach the late stage of Foundation Building?"

"This …" Wang Qiang also understood that for cultivators like them, let alone the late Foundation Establishment stage, being able to reach Foundation Establishment was a problem.

Wang Qiang was not an idiot. He knew that if he were to miss this opportunity, he might not be able to sell it in the future. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll consider it as a friend."

After Han Yan took out the Spirit Stone, he waved his hand and the magical artifact landed in his hands. He did not even glance at it before he stored it in the storage bag.

At this time, the cultivator at the side jeered, "Fellow cultivator, take it out and see if it's as powerful as he says. Don't be fooled by him."

Han Yan did not even look at the surrounding people, and turned to walk out of the valley. Just as they reached the entrance of the valley, they saw a group of people walking over, and the person leading them was Li Ming.

Everyone was startled when they saw Han Yan. Li Ming's face sunk as he said: "I never expected us to meet again."

With a flash of light, over a hundred people surrounded Han Yan. The lady in red spoke in a cold voice: "Hand the Nine-clawed dragon cat over, or else we won't be courteous anymore."

Han Yan's brows tightened, and said seriously: "Get out of the way."

The red-clothed female snorted coldly, her face filled with disdain as she said: "If you don't hand over the Nine-clawed dragon cat today, then it will be your death date." She never expected to meet Han Yan here, and even more so, never expected that Han Yan's cultivation had not increased at all.

This was the outskirts of the valley. Although there were a lot of cultivators here, after seeing the group, most of them quickly left. Only a few of them stayed far away to watch the scene.

Ever since Han Yan started cultivating, after experiencing all these, his heart had become cold. He did not mind killing people, "You're courting death." He raised his wrist and pointed at the woman in red.

The woman in red disdainfully smiled and loudly said, "Everyone, attack together and kill him!" Just as she was about to take out her treasure, a white light suddenly flew over, and in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.

The lady in red's expression changed greatly. She did not have the time to bring out her magic tool, and her two hands quickly moved, forming a spiritual energy shield.

The white light flashed, and landed on the spiritual energy shield, with a pa da sound, the shield crumbled, and the white light flew into her body.

In the next second, under everyone's astonished gaze, the woman in red slowly fell to the ground, completely lifeless.

Regardless of whether it was the spectators, or Li Ming and the rest, all of them were waiting for Han Yan to make a move, and he immediately killed one of them.

Everyone turned around, anger burning in their eyes. Li Ming bellowed out, "Brother, attack together and kill him." He patted the storage bag at his waist, and a set of talisman treasure appeared in his hands. The talisman treasure flashed and transformed into a grey small sword, hovering in the air and producing buzzing sounds.

Li Ming pointed at Han Yan, the gray small sword flashed with light and rushed straight towards Han Yan.

The small sword's speed was shockingly fast, and contained a shocking amount of energy. Wherever it went, the plants and vegetation would instantly shatter into pieces.

The surrounding people's eyes widened even more. One of them said: "Brother, did you see the The spell just now? It's too abnormal."

"I saw it." Another person said, "This guy is even more abnormal, he actually has a talisman treasure."

"I've heard about the power of talisman treasure before. Qi Cultivation stage disciples are simply unable to resist it. Even if that fellow cultivator used that spell earlier, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to withstand it."

Li Ming's face turned sinister as he said in a dense voice: "Brat, you dared to kill my friends, today I'll make sure you die a graveless death." At the same time, the rest of the cultivators also took out their tools, and started to attack Han Yan crazily.

Han Yan's expression tensed up, he patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a talisman treasure, and threw it over.

The talisman treasure turned into a fist sized electrosphere in the air and welcomed the gray small sword. The two forces clashed against each other, and with a pa sound, the gray small sword was blasted dozens of meters away. The spirit energy on it became dimmer, and lightning quickly flashed. When he looked at the white electrosphere again, the Power of thunder and lightning inside had become slightly dimmer.

Han Yan controlled the electrosphere s with his spirit sense as he took out the flying needles he got from killing Sun Yu, continuously retreating.

At this moment, Han Yan had retreated to the front of a cultivator, the cultivator laughed sinisterly and bellowed: "Go to hell!" The giant ax that he controlled quickly flew to the top of Han Yan's head and suddenly descended.

Han Yan did not care about the giant ax above his head, and aimed his spiritual strength finger towards the cultivator who called out the giant ax. Just as the giant ax arrived above Han Yan's head and was about to land, the white light coincidentally flew into the cultivator's body. The man's body trembled and he fell to the ground, lifeless. After he died, the giant ax had no one controlling it, a light flashed inside, and quickly descended.

Han Yan grabbed the giant ax and threw it towards the flying magic tool. At the same time, he flickered and arrived 30 metres away.

After the giant ax flew past a few tools, it fell. The rest of the tools whistled and continued to fly towards Han Yan.

Han Yan patted the storage bag on his waist and took it out. Quickly recovering the spirit energy in his body, he pointed at the attacking cultivators. Every time he pointed, the white light would flash and a cultivator would fall to the ground. By the time those magic tools arrived, more than thirty of the hundred cultivators had already died.

Li Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and said in shock: "Fellow cultivator, you're at a loss. Stop right there." Even though the electrosphere was not big, and had attacked for a long time, he still could not defeat it. It was clear that the talisman treasure was not of a low rank.

Han Yan did not bother with the other party. He formed a seal with his hands and the ten needles floating in front of him suddenly flashed, sending another ten instruments flying. With regards to the remaining spirit tools, Han Yan was even more direct. He released a gale technique and blew fiercely, causing all the spirit tools to sway to the side. Other than a few that were still floating in the air, the rest of them were all blown to the ground.

The cultivators who had their magic tools blown off all had pale complexions and were clearly slightly injured. The ones who hadn't lost their magic tools were gasping for breath as they hurriedly retrieved their magic tools. If this development continued, it wouldn't be long before everyone would be killed by Han Yan. This was not a battle, nor was it a siege. It was a massacre. Who would have thought that a cultivator at the 5th level of the Refinement Stage would be able to kill over a hundred of his cultivators like this?

Li Ming knew that Han Yan was very strong, but he never expected him to be strong to such an extent, he immediately said: "Fellow cultivator, we were in the wrong this time, please show mercy."

"Wrong?" Han Yan coldly snorted, and said, "You can all die now." He then raised his right hand and pointed at the few cultivators. With a flash of his white light, those people fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Li Ming clenched his teeth, looked at Han Yan angrily, and said: "We all give up on offense, why are you still killing people?"

Han Yan was not a homicidal maniac, but after experiencing all these, he rarely trusted anyone, and would not show any mercy towards his enemies. If they didn't kill the enemies and instead let them go, it would be equivalent to leaving behind troubles in the future. With his parents dead, Han Yan's heart became extremely cold, and wished for nothing more than to kill all of them and turn them into a river of blood.

When he thought about how his parents had turned out like this, the only thing that remained in Han Yan's heart was endless hatred, and his eyes turned blood-red. "Die!" He quickly released his spirit energy without using any money. Streams of spiritual strength finger shot out, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten people died. Those cultivators were afraid of being killed, and immediately ran, but Han Yan did not have any intention of letting them go, and pointed to the sky.

In the sky, one corpse after another quickly descended, smashing onto the ground.

Li Ming's heart was bleeding, he suddenly felt that he had offended someone he did not dare offend, and shouted: "Fellow cultivator, don't kill anymore …"

All of the cultivators watching felt their blood run cold as they thought to themselves, "This person is too ruthless, killing more than a hundred cultivators in an instant."

Just then, a person suddenly flew out from the valley and arrived in front of Han Yan in the blink of an eye. His body was emitting an enormous aura, and he was obviously from the foundation-building stage cultivator. His gaze stopped at Han Yan's body as he coldly asked: "Have you had enough killing intent?"

Han Yan's eyes were bloodshot, his hair fluttering in the wind, his cold face made him look more like a demon killer.

"Scram!" Han Yan looked at him coldly, then raised his hand and pointed.

The surrounding people could not help but be taken aback. They had thought that Han Yan would leave after seeing the foundation-building stage cultivator, but not only did he not leave, he had even told the other party to scram.

foundation-building stage cultivator's face was filled with anger. He stretched out his right hand, turned into a big black hand, and grabbed towards Han Yan.

"You're courting death!" Han Yan released the spirit energy from his body, and in a split-second, his finger shot out a ray of white light, which instantly welcomed the black gigantic hand. Then, an unbelievable scene appeared. When the white light touched the big black hand, the big hand could only last for half a breath before collapsing. Then, the white light flashed as the hand charged straight towards foundation-building stage cultivator.

foundation-building stage cultivator never thought that it would turn out like this, he was stunned in place, and forgot to defend. When he reacted, the white light had already arrived in front of his chest and entered his body. His body trembled, and the spirit energy within his body was absorbed by the white light at an astonishing rate, so every time a bit of spirit energy was absorbed, it would decrease by a bit.

All of this took a long time to describe, but actually happened in the blink of an eye.

foundation-building stage cultivator's face turned pale and his body staggered, almost falling to the ground. Feeling the spiritual energy in his body dissipating, he broke out in a cold sweat. If the other party were to attack him again, wouldn't he die on the spot? His body trembled as he thought of this. He did not care too much and hastily cupped his hands in salute, "Senior, I know my wrongs. Please show mercy." He bowed and apologized. As long as Han Yan didn't kill him, he would be willing to be a grandson.

"Trash!" Han Yan lowered his hand and looked at Li Ming, who was not far away.

The foundation-building stage cultivator heaved a sigh of relief. While thanking Yun Che, he retreated into the valley.

Han Yan's expression tensed up, if he was allowed into the valley, he would definitely attract golden core stage experts, and immediately point them out. The flying figure trembled slightly, then fell to the ground. The moment he landed on the ground, he opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief on his face. When he left, he had indeed wanted to notify Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage, but never would he have thought that Han Yan had seen through his intentions.

Han Yan looked at Li Ming, and said coldly: "Do it yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?"

Li Ming clenched his teeth, he knew that he would not be able to escape this time, he struck his head, a blood light flashed, and he fell to the ground.

In the valley, a figure suddenly appeared, emitting a shocking aura. It was much thicker than the foundation-building stage cultivator from before. The moment he appeared, the surrounding cultivators revealed respectful expressions.

Li Ming was already dead. If he knew that the Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage would appear at this moment, perhaps he would regret committing suicide too quickly.

The moment he appeared, his gaze landed on Han Yan's body, and said coldly: "This is not the place to kill, scram!"

The word "scram", which carried an enormous pressure, landed in front of Han Yan.

Han Yan suddenly took three steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at the other party deeply, remembered the other party's appearance, then turned and left.

Not long after Han Yan left, another Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage appeared, and asked with a smile, "Yang Xiu, why didn't you kill him?"

Yang Xiu smiled indifferently and said, "He is obviously not a cultivator from State of Zhao. Since he dares to cause trouble here, his background must be extraordinary." When he said till here, he paused, looked in the direction Han Yan left in, and continued: "We don't need to do anything, the disciples of the Imperial Divine Sect will chase after him.

At the border of the State of Zhao, Han Yan had his back facing a wide river. Not far away from him, there were five blue-robed cultivators. They looked at him warily, and their magic tools were floating around them, radiating dazzling light. These five people's faces were as pale as paper. They had obviously consumed a lot of spirit energy.1

These five people wore the same clothes, and there was a fist-sized "Zhao" embroidered on their chests, confirming their identities. All of them were disciples of the Heavenly Imperial Sect. The five of them were all in the early stages of Foundation Establishment. After they received the news that Han Yan had entered the State of Zhao, they continued to search day and night until they finally found out that Han Yan had gone to the trading fair. By the time they arrived, Han Yan had already left and was chasing after them the entire way.

They didn't know whether to say that the five of them were lucky, or that they were extremely unlucky. After a few days of chasing, they finally met Han Yan at the border of State of Zhao. After the five of them saw Han Yan, they naturally did not put him in their eyes. Everyone wanted to be the first one to kill Han Yan and snatch away his contribution. However, before they could even reach, Han Yan's few casual spells caused them to receive light injuries.

Han Yan stood by the river, and the clothes he was wearing began rolling gently under the wind. He glanced at the five of them and said: "I can send you all on your way now." Towards the cultivators of State of Zhao, he did not have the slightest bit of good impression. Ever since he had left the Tianming Sect, he had killed countless of people. The death of his parents caused his heart to feel incomparably cold.

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