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Wang He's face darkened as he said angrily: "You have such big words, don't forget, this is Artifact Forging Valley."

Han Yan did not even look at him, her gaze landing on his body, waiting for his reply.

Zhou Yueyang's expression became solemn, he did not know what he was thinking, and asked: "Fellow Daoist, do you think I will agree to what you say?" As he said that, he secretly condensed his Strength Of Yang and channeled it into the Mountain River Fan in his hands. The white light on the fan flashed, and disappeared into the fan's body. Looking at the Mountain and River Fan again, although there was no change on the surface, it gave off a completely different feeling, as if it possessed endless energy in an instant.

Hearing the Eldest Brother's answer, Wang He laughed heartily and said to Han Yan: "No matter how high your cultivation level is, you shouldn't even think about leaving this place alive today."

Han Yan coldly snorted, and said: "If I wanted to kill you, no one would be able to stop me." He patted the storage bag at his waist, the green small sword floated in front of him.

Seeing the green small sword, Zhou Yueyang's face changed, and he stopped her. "No …" Just as he finished speaking, the green small sword flashed and appeared in front of Wang He. With such speed, Wang He simply did not have time to react as he helplessly watched the green small sword pierce through his body. Then, the green small sword flashed again. Wang He did not even have the chance to escape with his soul before his soul was destroyed.

After killing Wang He, Han Yan kept the green small sword, looked at Zhou Yueyang, and said indifferently: "If you have anything to say, you can say it now."

Other than being shocked at the speed of the green small sword, Zhou Yueyang stared at Han Yan with endless rage. As a Eldest Brother, he was unable to protect the disciples of the valley, and could only watch as his junior brother was killed. After hearing what Han Yan said, Zhou Yueyang coldly snorted. He did not give Han Yan any face at all as he coldly said. "Fellow Daoist, don't you think that what you did just now was a bit too much?" If he was not afraid of Han Yan's green small sword, he would not have said so much nonsense, he would have taken out his Mountain River Fan and killed him.

A hint of disdain flashed through the depths of Han Yan's heart, and he said: "You don't have the qualifications to speak to me, so tell your Valley Lord to come out and see me."

Hearing this, all the surrounding disciples were stunned. Their eyes were filled with amazement.

Zhou Yueyang roared angrily, and said to Han Yan: "What arrogant words! Today, I will let you understand that there is always someone better than you." With a left rear seal, the Mountain River Fan in his right hand immediately released a light white light, and the rivers and rivers within the fan seemed to have come to life. With a flash of white light, the surging river suddenly flew out from the fan and floated in the air. The river expanded at an astonishing speed and in the blink of an eye, became a five kilometer long river that floated above Han Yan's head.

Zhou Yueyang's face became pale white, obviously using this technique consumed a lot of Strength Of Yang. However, his eyes were brimming with excitement, as he shouted, "A small boat!" With that said, the long river suddenly released a large amount of energy which landed on Han Yan's body. Han Yan only felt his body swaying, and then he appeared in the river.

In his ears, the sound of rushing water continuously sounded out, wave after wave of torrential water was rushing Han Yan's body. If not for Han Yan taking out a defensive shield at the critical moment, he would have been swept into the river by the torrent. At this moment, Han Yan finally understood why the The spell was called a small boat. Within this technique, he was like a small boat that could be engulfed by the water at any time.

A violent current struck the shield, and with a "pa da" sound, countless cracks appeared on the shield. When the second wave of torrent descended, the cracks on the shield rapidly expanded. Before the third wave of excitement could reach the shield, it had already collapsed. Han Yan's brows twitched, he understood the technique in the blink of an eye, he was not anxious to remove the technique, instead, he took out his spiritual energy shield, blocking the incoming wave, and studied the secrets of the technique.

When the people inside the valley saw Han Yan swaying within the river, other than Zhou Fei, everyone else laughed complacently.

Zhou Fei spread out his divine sense, observing every single movement within the river carefully. After a while, he revealed a smile that was hard to detect.

However, Li Yue's expression was different. He thought that Han Yan's power was gone, so he quickly knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness: "Eldest Brother, the matter concerning the killing of Clan Elder Guo, was done by Zhou Fei and that foreign cultivator. It has nothing to do with me." As he spoke, he kowtowed several times, his forehead turning bright red.

Zhou Fei glared at Li Yue and snorted: "You have no backbone."

A look of revenge flashed across Li Yue's eyes, and he said to Zhou Yueyang: "Eldest Brother, that foreign cultivator not only killed Clan Elder Guo, but also sealed Zhou Fei's soul within the cultivation jade slip, and that jade slip is inside his storage bag."

Zhou Yueyang's eyes lit up. While controlling the technique, he said, "Zhou Fei, although we share the same surname, I will not protect you. Take out the jade slip and I will let you live." The reason why he said that, was not because he didn't want to kill Zhou Fei, but because he was afraid that if Zhou Fei's anger allowed him to crush the storage bag, then the thing inside the storage bag would disappear along with it.

Zhou Fei was a smart person, he could immediately see through his intentions, and said with a smile. "Eldest Brother, if you really want the jade slip, I can give it to you, but …" He changed the subject and looked towards Han Yan who was in the sky amidst the river and continued: "If you can kill that senior, I'll give you the jade slip. How about it?" After he finished speaking, he was afraid Zhou Yueyang would make his move, so he added, "Eldest Brother, if you are not even confident in this, even if you obtain the jade slip. "After that senior breaks the spell, he will also take it. When the time comes …"

Zhou Yueyang snorted, and said: "Your cultivation is not high, but you are actually so scheming, I have truly underestimated you." He glanced at Han Yan who was in the air and said with disdain: "I only need to move my fingers to kill him. If you don't take out the jade slip later, I'll make you beg for death." With that, he formed a seal with his hand and waved the Mountain River Fan. A huge energy shot out from the fan and headed straight for the river.

In the blink of an eye, the water in the river became even more turbulent, as streams of water turned into water arrow s and rushed towards Han Yan. As soon as the water arrow touched the spiritual energy shield, a "pa da" sound was heard, and the spiritual energy shield fell to the ground. The energy within the water arrow had only weakened a little, as it charged straight towards Han Yan's chest without slowing down at all. At the same time, Zhou Yueyang gave a low shout, and countless water arrow quickly formed. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of them condensed into form. With so many water arrow, even if Han Yan was able to block the first one, the overwhelming number of water arrow would still be enough to kill him millions of times.

For a moment, other than Zhou Fei, no one thought that Han Yan could survive this technique. Even though he believed that Han Yan would not die, he was still worried in his heart, because the technique was too powerful. According to the private conversations of the disciples in the valley, many Foundation Establishment stage cultivators died under this spell. Even if their cultivation reached the realm of late great perfection, they would still be killed in one blow.

The first water arrow arrived in front of Han Yan. Han Yan let out a cold snort, extended his right hand forward and grabbed the water arrow in his hand. With the sudden burst of strength, the water arrow collapsed and turned into droplets of water, falling into the river. Seeing the incoming water arrow, Han Yan waved his long sleeves, releasing a gust of wind and charged straight ahead. The gale arrived in front of the water arrow, sucked all of the water arrow in, and then returned to his side.

Seeing that scene, everyone widened their eyes because the result was completely different from what they imagined.

Just as everyone was still in shock, Han Yan suddenly turned around and looked down at Zhou Yueyang who was inside the valley, and his mouth revealed a cold smile. Then, with a wave of his sleeve, the gale flew out from the river under his control. The instant they flew out, the fierce wind dissipated and tens of thousands of water arrow rushed towards Zhou Yueyang.

Zhou Yueyang's face changed. He quickly raised the Mountain River Fan in his hand and waved it at the water arrow that was flying towards him. He shouted: "Go back!"

With this swing, a huge energy came out from the Mountain River Fan and landed on the water arrow. The water arrow in the air was frozen in place for a moment, unable to advance even an inch. If one looked carefully, they would discover that the water arrow was trembling violently, as if there were two masses of energy fighting over the control of the water arrow. Zhou Yueyang's face was filled with pain, it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage in this competition.

Zhou Yueyang was also a ruthless character, he knew that he was no match for Han Yan, as he slammed his palm on his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, wanting to use his blood essence to forcefully increase the attack power of the Mountain River Fan. However, as soon as he spat out this drop of blood essence, before he could even control it, the white light of the water arrow flashed, and he suddenly accelerated, arriving in front of Zhou Yueyang.

"No …" Sensing that death was approaching, Zhou Yueyang's pupils contracted as he shouted.0

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy." Right at this moment, a figure quickly approached, and in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Zhou Yueyang. He took out a gigantic shield from the storage bag and placed it in front of him. The water arrow landed on the shield, causing a series of "pa da" sounds, as it fell down one after another. When all the water arrow dissipated, he let out a light breath. Just as he was about to put away the shield, he saw a few cracks on the shield, and the cracks were growing larger at an alarming rate.

Seeing that scene, everyone widened their eyes. Especially the old man who suddenly appeared, his eyes were flickering with disbelief. The shield that he had taken out just now was a treasure. No matter how strong the opponent was, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, so how could he defeat the treasure? No matter how the old man thought about it, he understood clearly.

In the air, the river dissipated into a stream of white light and flew into the Mountain River Fan.

Han Yan's figure flashed and landed in front of the old man. "You should be Artifact Forging Valley of the Artifact Forging Valley."

The old man who suddenly appeared was Valley Lord. He looked to be about 60 years old and was slightly similar to Zhou Yueyang. Especially their eyes, which were exceptionally bright. The old man's name was Zhou Qiguang, he took a deep breath and cupped his hands, "Fellow cultivator, from the looks of it, you are not a Taoist of this continent, are you?"

Even Zhou Fei couldn't help but admire Valley Lord, and was able to tell with a single glance that Han Yan was not Golden Crow Continent's Taoist. As for the others, there were two reasons for their surprise, one was because of Han Yan's identity, and the other was because of Han Yan's cultivation. For the Valley Lord to be this polite with him, it was sufficient to prove that the cultivation level of the other party was not inferior to his. But everyone could not understand, why did Han Yan only look like he was at the tenth level of the Refinement Stage!

Han Yan did not reply to his words. Instead, she looked at Zhou Yueyang and asked, "How are you going to punish him?"

Zhou Qiguang could not help but be taken aback, and then said: "Fellow Daoist, if my son has committed any offense, this old man shall apologize to you."

Han Yan coldly snorted, and said: "Is apologizing enough?"

Hearing that, Zhou Qiguang's face became ugly, and his face sank. As a Valley Master, he was willing to drop his seniority to apologize to a Foundation Establishment junior. He had already given him a lot of face, but the other party actually didn't appreciate his kindness. Even though Han Yan's move just now was powerful, Zhou Qiguang did not put it in his eyes. He said angrily: "Fellow Daoist, don't go overboard, this place is the Artifact Forging Valley."

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