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The audience went into an uproar as soon as these words were spoken. Everyone's gaze fell upon Zhang He with eyes full of shock.

Of course, there were two exceptions: Han Fei and Han Yan.

Han Yan was the mastermind of this matter, so not only was he not shocked by it, he was actually a little pleased with himself.

As for Han Yan, although he was surprised, he was definitely not like the others, who had shocked expressions on their faces. All these years, he had been ridiculing and insulting Jiang Chen. He had seen all sorts of things, and his heart had long since been trained to the point where it was like a boulder. It was just that Han Yan couldn't understand why Zhang He would ask him to go up by name since he had no enmity with him.

Xie Hu looked at Zhang He in shock, then said to Han Yan: "Brother, have you offended him?" It was good that he did not say anything. Once he said it, everyone knew that Han Yan was here, so their gazes quickly shifted towards him. The gazes of these people were different. There was sympathy, doubt, and many of them had the mood to watch a joke.

In the great hall, Daoist Master Hong Dao spoke again: "Han Yan is only a Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage disciple, why must you challenge him?"

As long as one was not a fool, one would understand that there was definitely a possibility for a Qi Disciple level 7 to win against Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage.

Since that was the case, there was no need at all for this match.

An old man standing behind Daoist Master Hong stood up. Just as he was about to step forward and scold Zhang He, he was stopped by Daoist Master Hong dao. "Junior Brother Guo Yang, let him speak!" Adept Hong Daozi also wanted to know the full story behind this.

Guo Yang was Zhang He's master. He glared at Zhang He for a moment, then turned and walked into the crowd.

Zhang He's heart skipped a beat when his master glared at him. He understood his Master's eyes very well, and told him not to talk too much. However, at this point, he couldn't not say it. Clenching his teeth, he said: "Sect Leader, disciple heard that Junior Brother Han Yan could defeat Junior Brother Han Fei when he was at the second level of the Refinement Realm. Disciple wants to see if he can still defeat Junior Brother Han Fei even though he has this kind of Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage."

Hearing this, Daoist Master Hong Dao finally understood. Han Fei and Zhang He had the same master, his junior brother had been defeated by someone, so he wanted to help his junior brother regain face. Under normal circumstances, this matter would not have been too excessive, but now that he had said such words in front of so many people, there was definitely something fishy going on. Spiritual Master Hong Dao also wanted to see if Han Yan had the guts to accept the challenge, so he said: "This is not the first time you are participating in the competition for the Eldest Brother, you don't need me to explain the rules right?"

Zhang He's face lit up as he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Sect Leader." After saying that, he hurriedly turned around to look at Han Yan, and said seriously: "Junior Brother Han Yan, I want to have a match with you, do you dare to accept?"

Han Yan did not reply, but quickly thought about the pros and cons. If he agreed, he would definitely be severely injured, and if he did not agree under such circumstances, there would definitely be people who would mock him in the future. One was severely injured while the other one was ridiculing him? Han Yan thought about it, but he still didn't want to accept the challenge. After all, he had heard too much ridicule and there was no need for him to be seriously injured just for a little face.

Zhang He saw that Han Yan did not answer him for a long time, remembered what Han Fei had said, snorted and said: "Junior brother Han Yan, you do not have that much courage!"

Han Yan's face sunk, he knew that the person who came was not friendly, and said sternly: "Senior brother Zhang He, I have the rights to reject your invitation, right?"

Ha ha!" Zhang He laughed loudly, a look of disdain flickering in his eyes, "I used to hear from them that you were a beggar and a coward, but I didn't believe them. "Now that you look at it, it's really like that. You don't even dare to accept a single match, and you're not even a man. Even though I've cultivated to your level, I still feel ashamed for you." The excitement of his words had completely forgotten the people around them. "When the surrounding people heard this, their expressions all changed. From time to time, they would glance in the direction of the Sect Leader to see how his reaction would be.

Guo Yang who was originally standing in the middle of the elders, suddenly walked in front of the elders, and said angrily: "Zhang He, you step down for me."

Hearing his Master's reprimand, he hurriedly said: "Master, this disciple only wishes to have a spar with Junior Brother Han Yan, there is no other meaning."

"Give it a try?" Guo Yang said angrily, "If you want to compete, do you need to use such a tone?"

Zhang He lowered his head and said, "Master, I was wrong."

Guo Yang snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and said: "It's good that you know you're wrong, Han Yan doesn't have the guts to spar with you, it's useless talking about that, you can withdraw!"

At first, Han Yan thought Guo Yang was teaching his disciple a lesson, but now, he understood that the two of them were singing the same tune. That was true. Han Fei was Guo Yang's disciple, and since he was defeated by Zhang Xuan back then, he definitely wouldn't have any face left. Guo Yang was also a smart man. Seeing that he wasn't going to make a move, he came up with such a plan.

Many people looked towards Han Yan, wanting to see what choice he would make.

Xie Hu cursed in a low voice before sending a sound transmission to her, "Han Yan, don't go. That old fellow is obviously trying to trick you.

Han Yan really had not thought of going up the stage, but just as he was about to refuse, he heard a voice. "Guo Yang, what do you mean by that?"

The one who spoke was none other than Han Yan's master, the Wei Peng who hadn't visited him once in more than three years, and hadn't spoken a single word.

Wei Peng's face was filled with anger as he glared at Guo Yang, and said: "If you don't speak your mind today, I'll cripple you."

Guo Yang snorted, seeing that Spiritual Master Hong Daozi did not stop him, he sneered: "With that little cultivation of yours, you want to cripple me? You should just do what you have to do."

"I don't need you to worry about me." Wei Peng snorted, "Just take care of your disciple, don't let the other disciples think, the old one will bully others, and the young one will bully others too."

Guo Yang's face changed, and said: "You better explain yourself, who bullied people, this is a proper competition."

Wei Peng coldly snorted: It's a fair competition, to think that you would say such words, why don't you let Zhang He challenge Qi Hao, and insist on challenging my unsatisfied disciple? He stared at Guo Yang and cupped his fists towards Spiritual Master Hong Daoyan and said: "Sect Leader Senior Brother, I only have one disciple in my sect.

Guo Yang had said those words just now because he wanted to force Han Yan to take action, but he did not expect Wei Peng to mess things up, and immediately said: "Sect Leader Senior Brother, I told Zhang He to not invite anyone, some people cannot compare." With his understanding of Wei Peng, he would definitely let the disciples compete after saying those words, because not only did Wei Peng want to brag, he also wanted to show his face.

Sure enough, Wei Peng was furious at the time, and said angrily: "Who said we don't dare to compete, today I will let Han Yan cripple your disciple, let's see how you will be proud of me in the future."

"Stop boasting in front of me. Who doesn't know who's crippled!" Guo Yang said in disdain.

Daoist Master Hong's expression was calm, as if he was watching a play. He said, "Since all of you have decided to compete, I don't think they have any objections!" His gaze landed on Han Yan's body, and waited for her reply.

In an instant, everyone once again looked towards Han Yan. The elders at the entrance also wanted to know whether this youth was trying to compete or not and stubbornly refused.

Han Yan had a feeling that he had been forced into a corner. It was impossible to keep fighting in this situation, and he could only hope to avoid getting hurt as lightly as possible. Han Yan took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said, "Sect Leader, Master, disciple can compete, but I have a request.

Adept Hong said, "What request?"

Han Yan didn't even think as he said: "Disciple wants a top-quality magic tool."

Without waiting for Spiritual Master Hong Daozi to reply, Wei Peng, who was in the middle of fuming, said, "No problem, I will give you this magic tool. As long as you can defeat him, this magic tool will be yours."

As these words were spoken, all of the Elders revealed a look of surprise. Even Daoist Master Hong was a bit surprised.

When the disciples saw the expressions of the elders, they were even more confused. Just what kind of magic tool could cause such a huge reaction from the elders?

Wei Peng's figure flashed and arrived in front of Han Yan. He threw the storage bag at his waist to Han Yan and said: "Take it, the magical equipment is inside."

Han Yan felt overwhelmed, flattered that his master had actually given her his personal storage bag. When he inputted his consciousness into the storage bag, he immediately fainted. Other than a shield and jade slip, there was nothing else. Han Yan looked at jade slip, it was the method to control the shield, but no matter how he looked at it, he could not tell how strong the defense was.

Right at this moment, Han Yan heard his master's sound transmission, "This black iron Shield was passed down from my master's master, and master has always been reluctant to use it. I have already disliked that old fool Guo Yang since long ago. Didn't I say that he had a few disciples with relatively good aptitudes? "He was always so arrogant in front of me, and every time I saw that proud look on his face, I got angry."

Guo Yang also arrived in front of Zhang He and sent a sound transmission to him: "Give him a good lesson later, help me get back some face for Han Fei."

Zhang He sent a voice transmission, "Disciple understands."

Guo Yang nodded, and deliberately shouted loudly: "Zhang He! Master is not like some people who are rich and cannot afford to give away treasures. Later on, go easy on them and don't injure their only disciple.

These words were said too ruthlessly. When many disciples heard this, their faces flushed red, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Wei Peng was secretly angry in his heart! Staring at Guo Yang, he said to Han Yan: "Go! With Master here, that old fart won't dare to do anything to you. "

"Who are you calling an old man?" Guo Yang's face changed, he was furious.

"I'm scolding you, what can you do to me?" Wei Peng glanced at Guo Yang complacently, and revealed an expression as if he was looking for a beating.

In front of the hall, Daoist Master Hong gave a light cough and said in a clear voice, "Let's begin! As long as it does not harm his life, he can attack as he pleases. "

Han Yan took a deep breath and landed on the stage. Everyone's gaze fell on his body, or should they say on the storage bag at his waist. Many people wanted to know, what artifact did Elder Wei Peng give Han Yan? How much power was there? Otherwise, how could Elder Wei Peng be so confident?

Just as Han Yan and Zhang He were about to take out their magic tools, a person suddenly appeared beside Daoist Master Hong Daoi.

The moment that person appeared, Daoist Master Hong Daozi said with a voice transmission, "Don't tell me about the news you brought this time. Let's watch the match!"

The one who suddenly appeared was Wang Meng, and he used the sound transmission to ask: "Sect Leader Senior Brother, why did you allow the two of them to compete?

"The gap is great, but I keep having the feeling that Han Yan is not an ordinary person. Maybe he can bring me unexpected results. Back then, when he was at the second level of the Qi Disciple stage, didn't he also defeat Han Fei? I did not see that competition. If I guess correctly, Han Yan is not like how he looks on the surface. He should have some secrets on him. "

Wang Meng let out a long sigh, and asked: "Who doesn't have a secret on them?"

Daoist Master Hong said with a smile, "For a diligent disciple like him, there are some secrets on his body that are permissible. I just want to use this competition to confirm my guess, right?"

Wang Meng remained silent. After a long while, he said something profound, "Actually, you already know the result."