My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Although the news of the Liuyun Fan's appearance has not been officially announced, it spread quickly due to its sudden theft.

Archaeologists can only infer that the Liuyun Fan belonged to King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua, and the Fu Guang poem on the fan has raised the cultural value of this fan to the highest level.

They also inferred from existing historical materials that Yan Shunhua must have asked Princess Yongning for help in obtaining Fu Guang's poem.

Therefore, the Liuyun Fan is also evidence of the deep friendship between Princess Yongning and Fu Guang.

But others who know some inside information don't think so.

For people like the masked old woman, the Liuyun Fan is a powerful tool for improving their cultivation.

Therefore, Ye Wanlan needs to send the Liuyun Fan back to Shenzhou as soon as possible to eliminate these external disasters.

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

"What a clever little girl." The masked old woman's expression turned cold. "I know you have some skills, but I am more than two decades older than you. You have to hand it over today even if you don't want to!"

“More than two decades?” Ye Wanlan smiled. “I didn’t realize it, because you’re old enough to be a beast.”

These two short sentences directly aroused the masked old woman's anger to the maximum.

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

"Boom!"

Ye Wanlan instantly lowered her body, and a sharp palm wind swept past from above, just a millimeter away from her body.

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

She angered the masked old woman in order to test her true level of cultivation.

At the same time, she also determined where the other party came from.

Ye Wanlan turned his head to look at the fallen wall: "A traitor from the Supernatural Agency."

The staff of the paranormal agency deal with spirits from all over the world all year round and are responsible for handling various supernatural events.

What they practiced was not the Taoist magic of Shenzhou, but it was also a kind of spiritual 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 chance of fighting against me."

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

"Cold weapons?" The masked old woman laughed. "Only you, the conservative people of Shenzhou, know how to use swords. Today, I will teach you the rules of the new world!"

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

Ye Wanlan did not move his brows, nor did he attack, he just used his sword to block.

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

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

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

Although she had been moving forward and Ye Wanlan had been forced back during the fight, she was completely controlled by this little girl from the very beginning.

Whether attacking or retreating, it was all within Ye Wanlan's calculations!
Even at this point, the masked old woman still didn't think that Ye Wanlan's ability could defeat her.

But there must be something wrong when things are abnormal. If the other party has some hidden card that she doesn't know about, she will suffer huge losses.

The masked old woman didn't think twice, she just put away 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 on to the Fan forever, and there were more people waiting to hunt her down.

When others have been fighting to the point of bloodshed, she will come out and be the final beneficiary.

However, it was already too late.

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

"You react quickly." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "As expected of someone two decades older than me."

Although she was retreating, she was actually setting up a formation.

The masked old woman looked at the golden light that was strangling her legs in disbelief and said in a lost voice: "You know magic?!"

Since you know magic, why do you still need to use cold weapons?
In a flash, the masked old woman suddenly realized everything: "You are pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

"Playing dumb to eat the tiger?" Ye Wanlan had the sword in his hand against her throat, and said with a half-smile, "At this time, you still think you are a tiger. In the past two decades, you have only gained more confidence?"

"You--" The masked old woman just opened her mouth and uttered one word before she could no longer make any sound.

Ye Wanlan swung his sword with an indifferent expression. His movements were very quick and decisive, and he killed the man with one blow.

When facing enemies, she never gives them time to fight back. If she gives them one more second, she will be in danger.

But suddenly!
"Wha-boom!"

There was a cracking sound in his ears, and Ye Wanlan was unable to dodge, and was actually knocked back more than ten meters by the force that came with the wind.

She thrust the Shadow Sword into the ground, thus offsetting the powerful impact.

Ye Wanlan's breathing became rapid and his breathing became disordered.

"Haha..." A smiling voice sounded slowly, "It's really a wonderful lion fighting a rabbit, but there is an old saying in your Shenzhou: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it."

The second person appeared.

This is a young man who holds a spiritual tool in his hand, a crystal ball-like sphere that is glowing with a deep purple light.

But Ye Wanlan knew that judging one's real age by appearance was the most unreliable thing.

Especially those who have psychic powers, they have plenty of ways to stay young.

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

"Ah-"

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

The young man frowned.

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

But if we don't kill this tough guy today, there will probably be endless troubles.

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

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

"You are the yellow bird?" The young man seemed to have heard something funny. "Then tell me, how do you become the yellow bird?"

He waited until the battle between Ye Wanlan and the masked old woman was over before appearing, in order to reap the benefits.

As it turned out, his decision was correct.

The masked old woman was dead, and the Shenzhou girl was seriously injured and had no ability to resist him.

He only needs to move his fingers to end her life!

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

The blood gushed out faster with her breathing.

The Liuyun Fan had already been stained with Yan Shunhua's blood, and the golden silk that made up the fan was stained with strands of deep red.

And now, Ye Wanlan's blood fell drop by drop onto the fan, and even the soft iron was soaked with a layer of blood.

It is so bright red and shocking.

Suddenly, the young man's expression changed!
It was not because of Ye Wanlan’s calmness, but because he felt a powerful force coming!

"Buzz-"

The space is vibrating and the eardrums are trembling.

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

The fan had turned red, but the poem written by Fu Guang was not obscured at all, but became clearer.

The young man couldn't tell where this tremendous force came from, but he also realized that he had to fight quickly. He shouted angrily: "I don't care what tricks you use, die here!"

He pulled his right hand out from Ye Wanlan's left shoulder, and this time he reached directly into her heart.

Soon he will be able to...

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the young man's wrist bone was actually grabbed, and his hand was only an inch away from Ye Wanlan's left chest.

However, a huge force restrained him, making it impossible for him to move forward.

What exactly is going on? !
Ye Wanlan exhaled slowly and raised his head.

Long time no see.

Shunhua. (End of this chapter)