Although the news that Liuyun Fan appeared in the world has not been officially announced to the public, the news spread wildly due to the sudden theft.


    Archaeologists can only infer that the Liuyun Fan was owned by the King of Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua, and the light-supporting poem on the fan raised the cultural value of this fan to the highest level.


    They also inferred based on existing historical materials that Yan Shunhua must have asked Princess Yongning to get a poem that helped her.


    Therefore, Liuyun Fan is another evidence of the deep friendship between Princess Yongning and Fuguang.


    But others who know some inside information will not think so.


    For masked old women, the Liuyun Fan is a powerful tool to increase their cultivation.


    Therefore, it is necessary to send Liuyun Fan back to China as soon as possible to eliminate these external disasters.


    This masked old woman came so quickly that she must have been dormant in the dark the moment she entered the Si family.


    "What a smart little girl." The masked old woman''s expression turned cold. "I know you have some skills, but I have more than two hundred years of age than you. Even if you don''t give me a hand today, I have to give me a hand!"


    "Are you more than two kids?" Ye Wanlan smiled, "I didn''t see it because you are alive as a beast."


    In just two short sentences, the masked old woman''s anger was aroused to the greatest extent.


    She was hunched, but her movements were very neat. She raised her palm and attacked Ye Wanlan.


    “Boom!”


    Ye Wanlan''s lower body instantly, a sharp palm wind swept over from above, only a slight distance from her body.


    This palm also made Ye Wanlan judge the strength of the masked old woman.


    She angered the masked old woman in order to test the other party''s true cultivation.


    At the same time, she also determined the other party’s origin.


    Ye Wanlan turned his head and looked at the falling wall: "A traitor from the supernatural firm."


    The employees of the supernatural firm deal with spiritual bodies around the world all year round and are responsible for handling various supernatural events.


    What they learned was not the Taoist art of Shenzhou, but it was also affiliated with the art of spiritual communication.


    "Oh?" The masked old woman was a little surprised, "At a young age, not only has skills, but also has great knowledge. Then you should also understand that you have no power to fight against your old body."


    Ye Wanlan didn''t say anything, but slowly drew a sword from behind.


    "Cold weapon?" The masked old woman smiled, "Only you self-proclaimed Chinese people can use swords and swords. Today, I will teach you the rules of the new world!"


    She let out a long roar, and the power of spiritual communication rose up and rushed towards Ye Wanlan.


    Ye Wanlan did not move, did not attack, and only used his sword to block it.


    In just a few rounds, the masked old woman forced Ye Wanlan into a deserted forest.


    From beginning to end, Ye Wanlan did not use any attacks.


    It was also at this moment that the masked old woman finally realized something was wrong.


    Although she was moving forward during the fight and Ye Wanlan was forced to retreat, from the beginning, she was completely controlled by this little girl.


    Whether it is attacking or retreating, it is within Ye Wanlan''s calculations!


    Even at this time, the masked old woman still doesn''t think that Ye Wanlan''s ability can beat her.


    But if something goes wrong, there will be a demon. If the other party has a trump card that she doesn''t know, she will definitely suffer huge losses.


    The masked old woman closed her fists without thinking, turned around and left.


    Even if she couldn''t get the Liuyun Fan today, this little girl wouldn''t have always held the Liuyun Fan, and there were more people waiting to hunt her down.


    When the others are fighting for the blood, she will come out to be the last winner.


    However, it''s too late.


    Something entangled the masked old woman''s feet and fixed her in place, making her unable to retreat or advance.


    "The reaction was quick." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "I am worthy of being a man who is two hundred and twenty years old."


    Although she has been retreating, she is actually setting up a formation.


    The masked old woman looked at the golden light that strangled her legs in disbelief and lost her voice: "You can do magic?!"


    Since you know how to use magic, why do you still use cold weapons to do it?


    In the midst of lightning, the masked old woman suddenly realized everything: "You are pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"


    "Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" The sword in Ye Wanlan''s hand had already pressed against her throat, smiling, "It''s this time, I still think I''m a tiger. At the age of two Jiazi, have you only increased your self-confidence?"


    "You-" The masked old woman had just opened her mouth and spit out a word, and she couldn''t make any sound.


    Ye Wanlan waved his sword indifferently, his movements were very straightforward and clear, and he killed him with one blow.


    She never gives them time to fight back when facing the enemy. Give one more second, and the crisis is yourself.


    But suddenly!


    “Swish—boom!”


    A crack sound exploded in his ears. Ye Wanlan couldn''t dodge and was actually repelled by this force coming with the wind for more than ten meters.


    She inserted the shadow-dragging sword into the ground, which offset the impact of the powerful.


    Ye Wanlan''s breathing was rapid and his breath was much more disordered.


    "Hehe..." A smile sounded slowly, "It''s such a wonderful lion fighting against a rabbit, but there is another old saying in China that the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind."


    The second person appeared.


    This is a young man, he is holding a spiritual magic weapon in his hand, a sphere similar to a crystal ball, with a deep purple light flashing on it.


    But Ye Wanlan knew that judging real age based on appearance is the most unreliable thing.


    Especially for people with psychic abilities, they have some ways to stop their youth.


    The young man took two steps forward, raised his hand again, and passed his fingers directly through the girl''s left shoulder.


    "Chi—"


    It was the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and blood flowed down like a spring, but Ye Wanlan didn''t even make a muffled groan.


    The young man frowned.


    He had no intention of killing Ye Wanlan, but he just wanted to take Liuyun Fan away.


    But if such a tough bone is not killed today, there will be endless troubles.


    Thinking of this, a strong murderous intent emerged in the young man''s eyes.


    At this moment, Ye Wanlan suddenly laughed: "How do you know, I am not an oriole bird, but a cicada?"


    "Are you a yellow bird?" The young man seemed to hear some funny words, "Then tell me, why are you a yellow bird?"


    He waited until the battle between Ye Wanlan and the masked old woman ended, in order to gain the benefits of the fisherman.


    Facts have proved that his decision was also correct.


    The masked old woman is dead, and this girl in China is seriously injured and does not even have the ability to resist him. .


    He just needs to move his fingers to bear her life!


    Ye Wanlan seemed to feel no pain in his body at all, and his expression was calm.


    Blood gushed out faster as she breathed.


    The Liuyun Fan had been dyed with Yan Shunhua''s blood, and the golden silk that formed the fan was dyed with a hint of red.


    Now, Ye Wanlan''s blood fell on the fan one by one, and even the soft iron was soaked in a layer of blood.


    The red is so beautiful that it is shocking.


    Suddenly, the young man''s expression changed suddenly!


    Not because of Ye Wanlan''s calmness, but because he felt a powerful force coming!


    “Buzz—”


    The space is trembling and the eardrum is trembling.


    At this moment, the white flowing cloud fan was completely stained with blood.


    The fan has turned red, but the poem written in the brush and ink of Fuguang has not been covered up in half, but has become clearer.


    The young man could not judge where this powerful force came from, but he also realized that he had to fight quickly. He shouted angrily: "I don''t care what tricks you used, die here!"


    His right hand was pulled out of Ye Wanlan''s left shoulder, and this time he directly went straight to her heart.


    He will be able to...


    "Click!"


    With a crisp sound, the young man''s wrist bone was actually held, and his hands were only one inch away from Ye Wanlan''s left chest.


    But the force of the slightest generation imprisoned him, making him unable to make progress.


    What''s going on? !


    Ye Wanlan slowly breathed and raised his head.


    Not seen for a long time.


    Shunhua. (End of this chapter)