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Chu Dong glanced at Liu Yi and the others, and saw them nod his head, he patted Liu Yue's shoulders and laughed: "Brother Liu, why are you still being polite with us? Isn't it easy for the five of us to attack at the same time?" Initially, he had wanted to let everyone trap Xiao Yuyao and go himself to kill him. But at that moment, for the Longevity Pill, he decided to change his plan. He would capture Xiao Yuyao first, then look for Han Yan.

Liu Yue took out four Pill and distributed one pellet each, then said, "Everyone, tonight we will make our move, in case Xiao Yuyao makes preparations beforehand."

Chu Dong was also anxious to get the treasures on Han Yan's body, hence he agreed, "Alright, let's discuss how we should proceed."

Han Yan arrived in front of a mountain wall and quickly opened up a cave and set up a formation array. Sitting on the praying mat, Han Yan couldn't calm himself down for a long time as Chu Dong's words echoed in his head. Although he did not know of the relationship between Chu Dong and Chu Fei, he was certain that Chu Dong knew his secret. Otherwise, he would not have said something like that.

Standing up, Han Yan's eyes flashed. If it was really like this, Chu Dong would definitely make his move, and the time he would make his move would most likely be tonight. Chu Dong's cultivation level was far higher than Chu Fei's. If he really made a move, it was definitely possible for him to survive his attack. Since Xiao Yuyao was willing to help him, he might as well look for her.

Thinking about it, Han Yan left the cave.

Beside the stage outside the cave stood ten Qi Refining Stage Cultivator. They were dressed in white robes with the word "Ming" embroidered on the chest area of their robes.

Amongst this group of people, there were many people that Han Yan recognized, among them were Qi Hao, Zhang Yue, Wang Ping, Zhou Fei and the others.

Four of them were ranked in the top seven ten years ago. Other than Qi Hao, all of them were at the 8th layer. After ten years of hard work, other than Qi Hao, everyone else had reached Qi Disciple level 10. As for Qi Hao, although his cultivation had improved a lot, he still hadn't broken through. "Others might not know the reason, but Qi Hao himself was very clear about it.

Qi Hao had always been a gifted genius in the Tianming Sect, and always believed that his cultivation speed was the fastest. Among the young generation, no one could surpass him. With Han Yan's sudden appearance, the Tao technique was so powerful that even he did not dare to touch the blade, which greatly affected his self-esteem. After that, Han Yan returned to the capital of the Ming Empire and killed a few of his junior brothers in a row. His heart became even more chaotic, especially when he saw Han Yan's ice-cold gaze.

In these ten years, every time Qi Hao cultivated, his mind would always be replaying the scene of Han Yan raising his hand and using the spiritual strength finger, to the point where he did not have a breakthrough even after ten years. In these past ten years, he relaxed his mind and took the initiative to go down the mountain to train. It was not easy to forget his past, he did not expect the sect to call him to Nine Heavens Valley to participate in the competition. If it was only a competition, then it would have been fine, but he actually saw Han Yan here.

The remaining six were all the top 100 disciples. Han Fei and Tang Xiaofeng were among them, and their cultivations had also reached 100% of the Qi Training stage. Apart from the two of them, the others were all new faces. Ten years ago, Han Yan had killed that many Qi Cultivation stage disciples in the sky above the capital, causing a huge impact for many people. If it wasn't for the fact that Han Fei's spiritual root was exceptional and he received guidance from the sect elders, he might be the same as Qi Hao and unable to break through for a long time. As for Tang Xiaofeng, his relationship with her was already pretty good, so it was natural that it wouldn't affect his determination. After all, he was friends with Han Yan and not enemies.

Just then, someone asked: "Eldest Brother, is that the rumored Han Yan?"

Qi Hao sighed, and said slowly, "That's right, that's him. Ten years ago, he was unimaginably powerful.

That disciple smiled indifferently, and said with disdain: "I can't see through the cultivation of Eighth Stage of Qi Refining Stage, no matter how powerful, it would still be impossible to heavily injure an elder right?"

Tang Xiaofeng coldly snorted from the side, and said: "Wang Ming, you have only been in the sect for a few years, what do you know? Han Yan's power is not something that can be determined by just your cultivation. The moment he used the spiritual strength finger, you did not even have the chance to shout before you died. "

Wang Ming had not even been in the sect for eight years and had not participated in the battle that year. Although he had often heard of how powerful Han Yan's battle was and how many disciples he had killed, he did not believe it. After all, no matter how strong a Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage disciple was, it was impossible for him to survive under the siege of so many cultivators. Later on, he had even asked his master about it, but once his master heard the two words "Han Yan," he didn't mention it at all, and even asked him not to discuss Han Yan in private.

Hearing Tang Xiaofeng's words, Wang Ming laughed coldly: "Since Han Yan is so powerful, then why did you allow others to step in when you were facing Master Ancestor's questions?"

Tang Xiaofeng glared at Wang Ming, and said unhappily: "Wang Ming, is your brain flooded? Master Ancestor is a golden core stage Ranker, if you speak to a golden core stage Ranker, I'm afraid you won't even dare to make a sound!"

Wang Ming's face sank, and said: "Tang Xiaofeng, don't go overboard. I'm talking about Han Yan, why do you keep speaking up for him."

Tang Xiaofeng smirked, and said complacently: "I can say whatever I want to say, can you control it?"

Wang Ming's heart burned with anger, and he said furiously: "Tang Xiaofeng, if you have the ability, go up and compete, don't spout nonsense here."

"Let's compete then." Tang Xiaofeng said fearlessly, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The two of them glared at each other. Just as they were about to fly up onto the stage, they saw a ray of light flying towards them. The speed of that streak of light was astonishingly fast, and even a tenth level Qi Disciple cultivator couldn't reach that level of speed. All of a sudden, all of the cultivators in the valley released their divine senses onto that ray of light.

When Qi Hao and the rest saw the person within the ray of light, they could not help but be startled. At the same time, they cried out: "It's him."

The stream of light flew past everyone's heads straight towards the place where the golden core stage Rankers were staying, but not long after, it turned back and flew towards where Qi Hao and the rest were. The light fell to the ground and transformed into Han Yan. Han Yan's eyes were still cold and his face looked a little less tender and calmer than it had in the past ten years.

Ten years ago, Han Yan was like a sword that had just left its sheath, revealing its sharpness. After being baptized by time, the edge had already been restrained. If it was not deliberately exposed, it would be no different from an ordinary sword. Those who were familiar with Han Yan knew that although the sword did not have a huge aura on its surface, it was still powerful. If the sword did not move, then so be it. Once activated, blood would fill the ground. The battle ten years ago had left the deepest impression on everyone. It was Han Yan's eyes, and those cold and emotionless eyes, that caused anyone who saw them to feel fear from the bottom of their heart.

Han Yan's gaze swept past everyone. Anyone who saw him would feel like they were seen through, and couldn't help but lower their heads. His gaze finally landed on Han Fei's body, and his ice-cold gaze softened a little. He opened his mouth and said: "Uncle and the rest are doing alright!" His parents were already dead, so Han Fei and his uncle were the only family left in the world.

Han Yan's family was not a well-known family, there were not many relatives either, just close relatives. When his parents were still alive, their biggest wish was for Han Yan to marry and have children as soon as possible. Who would have thought that by mistake, such a situation would occur. Han Yan also wanted to fulfill his parents' wish, but he couldn't. That was why he had flown down when he saw Han Fei just now.

Han Fei was startled, she did not expect Han Yan to take the initiative to talk to him, and she stuttered, "He … They're all right. "

Seeing Han Fei's expression, the corner of Han Yan's mouth revealed a rare smile, and said: "Can we talk?"2

Han Fei wanted to reject, but after seeing the look in Han Yan's eyes, he subconsciously nodded his head: "Okay." Although he did not know why Han Yan wanted to talk to him, but the look in Han Yan's eyes had influenced him. What kind of eyes were those? They were emotionless, lifeless, and filled with a deathly stillness.

Han Yan took the initiative to walk to the side first. With such a desolate back, Han Fei cupped his hands to everyone and quickly caught up.

From start to finish, Han Yan had not even glanced at the crowd, as if he was a stranger to them.

Tang Xiaofeng wanted to call Han Yan to have a chat, but when he saw the look in Han Yan's eyes, he did not say what he was about to say.

Wang Ming was shocked in his heart, but he still refused to admit defeat. Seeing Han Yan walk far away, he sneered at him and said: "Didn't you always speak up for him? Why doesn't he even look at you? I thought you two had a good relationship, but I didn't expect you to be nothing in his eyes. Sigh! Even with a senior like you, I would lose face for you. "

Just as Tang Xiaofeng wanted to curse at him, she suddenly felt a cold gaze and immediately raised her head to look.

Han Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped, he coldly looked at Wang Ming, and killing intent flashed past his eyes.

At the same time, many disciples in the valley all looked over. They could see the killing intent in Han Yan's eyes, and they all wanted to know how Han Yan would handle this matter.

With so many people watching, if Wang Ming did not show his power, it would be extremely shameful. He thought about it in his mind. Han Yan's cultivation was only just Eighth Stage of Qi Refining Stage, and was a level lower than him. If they really fought, he probably wouldn't lose. As Wang Ming thought about it, a look of disdain flashed past his face as he looked at Han Yan, and coldly snorted: "You're the Han Yan who betrayed the sect. I had thought that your cultivation was high, but who would have thought that it would also be just Eighth Stage of Qi Refining Stage."

Han Yan's ice-cold gaze became even colder. She gave the other party a deep look before turning around.

Seeing that Han Yan did not say anything, Wang Ming became even more bold, and continued: "Han Yan, they all said that your cultivation is profound, I think you are just a piece of trash, come up and compete with me if you have the ability."

Just as Han Yan turned his body, he suddenly turned his head, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a thumb-sized green flying sword suddenly appeared. He did not waste any words, he released a set of incantation gestures towards the green small sword, causing it to release a green light that turned into an afterimage as it rushed towards Wang Ming. Wang Ming's face darkened. Just as he was about to take out his magical equipment, the green small sword had already arrived in front of him. At this moment, it was too late for him to use his magic tool, so he suddenly retreated. However, how could his retreating speed be compared to the green small sword? In the blink of an eye, the green small sword had already arrived in front of him, passing through the center of his brows with blood splattering everywhere.

This scene happened too quickly, so fast that Qi Hao and the rest couldn't even stop it in time, Wang Ming had died under Han Yan's magical equipment.

Wang Ming's pupils dilated, his eyes were filled with disbelief, his body swayed, and fell on the stage, no longer breathing.

Tang Xiaofeng, who was standing beside Wang Ming, was completely drenched in sweat. In that instant just now, he could feel the speed that the green small sword was flying at, and his heart had already risen to his throat. He could feel that the small sword's speed had already exceeded his imagination. If the small sword had not attacked Wang Ming, but him, he would already be lying on the ground.

At the same time, Wang Ming's soul emerged from his body and transformed into his figure. His face was filled with shock as he shouted at Qi Hao, "Eldest Brother, save me …"

Han Yan's consciousness moved, the green small sword flashed in the air and flew straight towards Wang Ming's soul.

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