Although the news of Liuyun Fan's appearance has not been officially announced to the public, due to the sudden theft, the news spread like wildfire.
Archaeologists can only infer that the Liuyun Fan was owned by Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua, and the "Fu Guang" poem on the fan raised the cultural value of the fan to the highest level.
They also inferred from existing historical data that Yan Shunhua must have asked Princess Yongning to get a poem from Fuguang.
Therefore, the Liuyun Fan is another evidence of the deep friendship between Princess Yongning and Fuguang.
But others who know some inside information don’t think so.
For people like the masked old woman, the Flowing Cloud Fan is a great tool for improving their cultivation.
Therefore, Ye Turning the Tide needs to send Liuyun Fan back to China as soon as possible to eliminate these external disasters.
This masked old woman came so quickly, she must have been dormant in the dark the moment she entered Si's house.
"What a sharp-tongued little girl." The masked old woman's expression turned cold. "I know you have some abilities, but I'm short on you and you have more than two armors. Even if you don't pay today, you still have to pay!"
"You're more than two years old?" Ye Tuanlan smiled, "I didn't notice it, because you have lived like an animal for a long time."
These two short sentences directly aroused the anger of the masked old woman to the maximum.
Her figure was stooped, but her movements were very neat. She directly raised a palm and attacked Ye Turning the Lantern.
"Boom!"
Ye Tuanlan lowered her body in an instant, and the sharp wind of her palm passed from above, just a hair away from her body.
This palm also allowed Ye Banglan to judge the strength of the masked old woman.
She provoked the masked old woman to test out her true cultivation level.
At the same time, she also determined the origin of the other party.
Ye Banlan glanced sideways at the fallen wall: "The traitor from the supernatural agency."
The employees of the paranormal agency deal with spirits all over the world all year round and are responsible for handling various supernatural events.
What they practice is not Shenzhou Taoism, but it is also a branch of psychic art.
"Oh?" The masked old woman was a little surprised, "At such a young age, you are not only skilled but also knowledgeable. You should also understand that you have no power to fight against me."
Ye Banglan didn't say anything, but slowly drew a sword from his back.
"Cold weapon?" The masked old woman smiled, "Only you, the self-contained Chinese people, can still use swords. I will teach you the rules of the new world today!"
She let out a long roar, and her psychic power rose up with great force, rushing towards Ye Wanlan.
Ye Banlan remained motionless and did not attack, only blocking with his sword.
In just a few rounds, the masked old woman forced Ye Turning into a deserted forest.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Turning did not use any attack.
It was also at this moment that the masked old woman finally realized something was wrong.
Although she kept moving forward during the fight and Ye Banlan kept being forced back, from the beginning, she was completely controlled by this little girl.
Whether it's attacking or retreating, it's all within Ye Turning the Tide's calculations!
Although even at this time, the masked old woman still did not think that she could defeat her with the ability to turn the tide at night.
But if things go wrong, there must be something evil. If the other party has some trump card that she doesn't know, she will definitely suffer huge losses.
Without thinking, the masked old woman closed her fist, turned around and left.
Even if she couldn't get the Liuyun Fan today, it was impossible for this little girl to hold the Liuyun Fan forever. There were more people waiting to hunt her.
When others fight to the death, she will come out to be the final winner.
However, it was already too late.
Something entangled the masked old woman's feet, fixing her in place, making it impossible for her to retreat or advance.
"The reaction is not very fast." Ye Banlan said lightly, "You are worthy of being the person who outshines me."
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 know magic?!"
Since you know magic, why do you use cold weapons?
In the flash of lightning, the masked old woman suddenly realized everything: "You are pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"
"Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" Ye Banlan put the sword in her hand against her throat, half-smiling, "At this time, you still think you are a tiger. At the age of two decades, you have only increased your self-confidence?"
"You-" The masked old woman just opened her mouth and uttered one word, then she was completely speechless.
Ye Banglan swung his sword with an indifferent expression, his movements were very crisp and clean, killing him with one blow.
Facing her enemies, she never gives them time to fight back. Give it one more second, and you will be the one in danger.
But suddenly!
"Shua—boom!"
There was a cracking sound in his ears, and Ye Banlan was unable to dodge, and was actually knocked back more than ten meters by the force that came with the wind.
She inserted the Shadow Shadow Sword into the ground, which offset the powerful impact.
Ye Banglan's breathing was rapid and his breath was quite disordered.
"Haha..." A smiling voice sounded slowly, "It's really a wonderful lion fighting a rabbit, but there is an old saying in China, the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows."
The second person appears.
This is a young man, and he is holding a psychic instrument in his hand, a sphere like a crystal ball, with a deep purple light shining on the sphere.
But Ye Banglan knew that judging one's true age based on appearance was the most unreliable thing.
Especially people with psychic abilities, they have many 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.
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"Chi——"
It was the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, and blood gurgling down like spring water, but Ye Tuanlan didn't even let out a muffled groan.
The young man frowned.
He had no intention of killing Ye Banlan, he just wanted to take away the Liuyun Fan.
But with such a strong backbone, if he is not killed today, there may be endless troubles in the future.
Thinking of this, a strong murderous intention appeared in the young man's eyes.
At this moment, Ye Turnan suddenly laughed: "How did you know that I am not an oriole, but a cicada?"
"Are you an oriole?" The young man seemed to have heard something funny. "Then tell me, why do you think you are this oriole?"
He specifically waited until the battle between Ye Banglan and the masked old woman was over to show up, in order to reap the benefits.
Facts have proved that his decision was correct.
The masked old woman was dead, and the Chinese doll was seriously injured and had no ability to resist him. .
He only needs to move his fingers to end her life!
Ye Banglan seemed to feel no physical pain at all, with a calm expression.
The blood poured out faster as she breathed.
The Liuyun Fan was originally stained with Yan Shunhua's blood, and the golden silk that made up the fan surface was stained with silky red.
But now, the blood of Ye Turning fell on the fan one drop after another, and even the soft iron was dipped in a layer of blood.
The red color is so bright and shocking.
Suddenly, the young man's expression changed suddenly!
It wasn't because of Ye Turning's calmness, but because he felt a majestic force coming!
"Buzz——"
The space is trembling, and the eardrums are trembling.
At this moment, the white Liuyun Fan was completely stained with blood.
The fan surface has turned red, but Fuguang's poem written in pen and ink has not been obscured at all, but has become increasingly clear.
The young man couldn't tell where this majestic power came from, but he also realized that he had to fight quickly. He shouted angrily: "I don't care what tricks you use, just die here!"
His right hand took out from Ye Banglan's left shoulder, and this time it went directly to her heart.
Soon he will be able to...
"Click!"
With a crisp sound, the young man's wrist bones were clasped, and his hand was only an inch away from Ye Turnlan's left chest.
But a huge force imprisoned him, making it impossible for him to move forward at all.
What the hell is going on? !
Ye Banglan slowly exhaled a breath and raised his head.
Long time no see.
Shunhua. (End of chapter)