On the high platform, Han Qing sent a voice message to Qingyu: "Look at what you've done to Yan'er. Now there's no need to use a folding fan for a good sword."
Qingyu still had a gentle smile on her lips as she whispered to Han Qing, "Does this mean Yan'er likes me more?"
Han Qing immediately turned hostile: "Don't flatter yourself. Yan'er used the folding fan because those monsters were too weak, not worth her sword."
Qingyu smiled but said nothing. In the secret realm, Leng Yan took a soul-restoring pill to replenish the spiritual power he had consumed.
At this time, Leng Yan felt a gaze from the distant mountain falling on him. Although the gaze was obscure, Leng Yan still noticed it keenly. Leng Yan quietly probed his spiritual sense there.
When Leng Yan's spiritual sense fell on the mountain, she did not find anyone, but there was a place where her spiritual sense sensed demonic energy, so Leng Yan withdrew her spiritual sense.
Being able to run so fast seemed to indicate that the person's cultivation was higher than hers. Leng Yan began to feel a little excited. She really wanted to fight with that person to see who was stronger.
After walking for a day, they found an open space to set up camp at night. Some disciples lit a bonfire and sat by it chatting, while Leng Yan was drawing talismans in her tent. She had a premonition that there would be a tough battle tomorrow.
When everyone went back to the tent to rest, Leng Yan quietly left the tent. After leaving the tent, Leng Yan set up a formation to cover the camp.
Then Leng Yan left the formation and flew towards a high mountain in the distance on her sword. After reaching the top of the mountain, Leng Yan sat down and released her spiritual sense. In an instant, her spiritual sense spread outward.
Leng Yanhua spent an hour to figure out where the demons were hiding. After getting the answer she wanted, Leng Yan returned to the camp.
The next day, at dawn, the group, having rested overnight, continued their march. Leng Yan had found an excuse to go to the back of the group. Looking at the others following, Leng Yan said helplessly, "I came to the back because I have something to do. You all should go back and stop messing around."
Leng Yan persuaded everyone to go back after much persuasion. Until noon, no one noticed the evil spirit and Leng Yan felt a little uneasy in his heart.
At this moment, everyone outside the secret realm suddenly felt a sense of oppression. They looked up into the sky and saw a man in the air. The man had a handsome face, a red cinnabar mole on his forehead, snow-white hair draped behind him, silver eyes, and a white robe with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs with gold thread. He exuded a lazy and noble feeling, but the aura of a strong man on his body made everyone present feel numb.
This person was none other than Wen Shi, the head of the Qingyuan Sect and Leng Yan's master. The disciples immediately knelt and said, "Greetings, Headmaster Wen." The elders and sect leaders on the platform didn't kneel, but they still bowed and saluted Wen Shi, saying, "Greetings, Headmaster Wen."
Wen Shiluo stood on the high platform, his eyes falling on Leng Yan in the water mirror, and said to everyone in a light tone: "Get up." Everyone immediately stood up and returned to their seats.
Wen Shi glanced at the people around him, and someone immediately brought a chair to him. Wen Shi sat down directly, his eyes falling on Leng Yan again. Wen Shi sat in the center, but no one dared to criticize him. After all, Wen Shi's title of the strongest and most crazy person in the world of cultivation was not earned for nothing.
In the secret realm, everyone has walked into a forest. There is a little fog in the forest, and no one pays much attention to it. But not long after walking, everyone feels a little tired and the spiritual power in their bodies cannot be used for some reason.
At first, a few people felt something was wrong but they didn't pay attention to him. They thought everything would be fine as long as they got out of the forest. But when more and more people couldn't use their spiritual power, everyone realized that something was wrong. Leng Yan followed at the end and when she heard the news, almost everyone couldn't use their spiritual power.
Leng Yan thought to herself that something was wrong, and said, "Everyone stand still and don't move." When everyone heard Leng Yan's arrangements, they felt a lot more at ease, and they all stood still according to Leng Yan's arrangements.
Leng Yan's fingers flew, and she pulled out a few pieces of talisman paper from the space. Leng Yan threw the talisman paper around them, and soon Leng Yan set up a defensive formation to protect everyone inside.
Someone asked Leng Yan in confusion what this meant, but saw Leng Yan draw out the Hanyue Sword and look at a certain place. Seeing Leng Yan's cold expression which was different from usual, no one said anything. As for why Leng Yan did not lose his spiritual power, in their opinion, this was Leng Yan's secret.
At this time, black fog rose in the forest, and a voice came from the black fog: "You are worthy of being the eldest disciple of Qingyuan Sect. Everyone else has lost their spiritual power, but you are still okay." As he spoke, the black fog revealed its true form, which was a group of demons.
Those demons were looking at Leng Yan at this time. The leader looked at Leng Yan with admiration but also a lot of contempt in his eyes.
Leng Yan ignored the shock of the people in the formation and glanced at the demons in front of him and said, "You should have more than just these people." The leading demon laughed and said, "Only a few of us are enough to deal with you."
Leng Yan didn't say anything, but the next second, the heads of the demons opposite him fell to the ground. Leng Yan looked at them without a trace of emotion, and said in a cold tone: "If you can't answer the question, go downstairs and learn it well."
Leng Yan retracted her gaze and looked back to the original place and said, "Has it been enough testing? Is it time to come out?"
As Leng Yan finished speaking, a male voice was heard: "Beauty, would you like to consider joining the demon clan?" As he spoke, the sky began to darken, and black demonic energy enveloped the entire forest and sky.
Then, nearly a hundred demons appeared in the air. The man in the front was sitting in a black sedan chair with golden tassels hanging around it. The aura of a strong man emanating from the sedan chair and the respectful faces of the demons around it all showed the noble status of the person in the sedan chair.
Leng Yan looked straight at the sedan chair, her eyes seemed to be looking at the person in the sedan chair through the black curtain. The person seemed to notice Leng Yan's gaze, lifted the curtain and looked directly into Leng Yan's eyes.
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