C197 I am not Qiao Feiyan.

Feeling the sounds of fierce fighting coming from the front yard, Han Chen's heart could not help but be shocked. Could it be that the people from Pu Jia had returned? He immediately rushed to the front yard.

"Damned girl, let's see where you can run to today?"

There were seven or eight martial practitioners with weapons inside the courtyard dealing with a young woman. The woman was extremely beautiful, with delicate features and an extraordinary temperament. A pair of eyes rippled like autumn water.

The people surrounding her were not weak, two or three of them had reached the mastery. The leader was a middle-aged man who seemed to be around thirty years old, and he had the tyrannical strength of the third level of the mastery.

The beautiful woman's face was as cold as ice. She didn't show the slightest signs of panic when facing so many enemies. With a wave of his hand, whoosh! A long whip flew towards one of the warriors with the force of a gale breaking through the air.

Pow! With the crisp sound of a whip, the martial artist's chest was immediately ripped open. A painful scream came out from his mouth.

Everyone's faces couldn't help but change as the middle-aged man leading them grew even angrier. He raised the blade in his hand and charged forward. "That damnable little girl, her death is near at hand, yet she still dares to act so arrogantly."

The other people also rushed forward. The beautiful woman's whip was as nimble as a swimming dragon, and the shadows of the crisscrossing whips dazzled everyone's eyes. However, the martial artists were not weak either. With so many people, they quickly gained the upper hand.

"You brat, you don't know what's good for you. If you know what's good for you, then surrender. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciful." The middle-aged man cursed fiercely.

The beautiful woman didn't pay any attention to him, her charming eyes revealed a trace of coldness. With a shake of the long whip, it coiled around the neck of a martial artist like a snake.

"Damn girl, let him go." The middle-aged man glared angrily as he raised his blade and chopped at his opponent.

"Hmph." The beautiful woman's eyes were cold as she moved her feet and dodged to the side. At the same time, he exerted force in his palm, and the warrior's neck was snapped in half with a "kacha" sound. Then, he fell to the ground like a pile of mud.

A woman could deal with so many people by herself, but she was still able to remain calm. The middle-aged man was completely enraged and shouted loudly, "Set up the formation! Don't let this damned girl take the chance to run away!"

Everyone understood and retreated to a suitable position. In each of their hands, there was a chain with a blade tied at the end. Shoo! Shoo! Shoo! Several chains flew out from their hands at the same time. Sharp blades shimmered in the sunlight.

When using chains to deal with the long whip, the advantage of a beautiful woman couldn't help but be greatly reduced. Her delicate eyebrows couldn't help but exude a few traces of solemnity. Dodging from the front and back, avoiding the concentrated attacks.

At this time, Han Chen came over from the backyard. Upon seeing this scene, he couldn't help but be startled. When he saw the woman's appearance again, he became even more surprised.

"Miss Yan Fei?"

Han Chen's face was filled with astonishment as he looked carefully. The other party's figure and appearance was without a doubt Qiao Feiyan's, but wasn't she a Psionic Magician? Moreover, the aura being emitted from her body was clearly not any weaker than that of someone at the third level of the mastery.

What was going on? Qiao Feiyan's cultivation was higher than her? Han Chen suddenly felt that his brain wasn't big enough. However, the situation ahead was not good.

"Feiyan, let me help you."

Without any hesitation, Han Chen's figure moved, and rushed towards the battlefield in front of them. He raised his palm and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Phantom Sword Slash into the Sky!"

With a wave of his hand, a sharp sword beam that was several meters long rushed towards a mastery warrior. No one expected that a person would suddenly appear at this time. The mastery warrior was shocked and quickly channeled her martial elemental energy to defend.

But how could his hurried defense block Han Chen's attack, peng! The powerful sword light directly sent the opponent flying. At the same time, a cold whip shadow whizzed through the air.

"Chi!" The heart part of that martial artist was instantly penetrated by a long whip. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, dying a grievous death.

Not only was the other party angered, even Han Chen was startled. Raising her head to look at Qiao Feiyan, he saw that her expression was calm, without a single fluctuation in her emotions. The one who had acted decisively and decisively was completely unlike the kind-hearted young lady from before.

"Brat, who are you? How dare you interfere with our Soaring Eagle Sect? " The middle aged man glared angrily at Han Chen, his eyes almost shooting fire.

"Flying Eagle Sect? I've never heard of it. " Han Chen shrugged his shoulders, pointed to the nearby Qiao Feiyan and said, "This lady here is my friend, do you think I should take too much of this matter?"

"You are courting death, don't blame me for this." A killing intent flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. He immediately cried out to his subordinates, "All of you, hold that stinking girl for a while. I'll kill that stinky brat first."

"Yes." A few of them answered in unison as they used the iron chain in their hands to attack Qiao Feiyan once again. The middle aged man held her long blade and rushed towards Han Chen.

The middle-aged man had the strength at the third level of the mastery and he also realized that Han Chen's profound strength was only at the first level of the mastery. He planned to kill Han Chen in a short amount of time before taking care of Qiao Feiyan. But what he did not expect, was that Han Chen was not at the first level of the mastery.

Thus, a chaotic battle unfolded. Meeting Qiao Feiyan here, it was really unexpected. However, to Han Chen's surprise, Qiao Feiyan treated him coldly, and could only ask about the reason later.

Once they started fighting, the middle-aged man realized how ridiculously wrong he was. Han Chen's was much more difficult to deal with than he had expected. After a few rounds, he still hadn't gained the slightest bit.

As for Qiao Feiyan, the few warriors were beginning to find it hard to hold on. The only middle-aged man at the third level of the mastery was held up by Han Chen, and the other one was killed just now. The remaining few people were not Qiao Feiyan's match at all.

"Chief Steward Song, we can't hold on much longer." A man with wounds all over his body, whipped by a whip, asked for help.

The eyes of the excited middle aged man narrowed as he shouted, "A bunch of useless trash that can't even handle a stinking girl, hold on for your life!"

Bang! Even before the sound of his voice faded, a martial artist was sent flying by the strong whip shadow fan. Qiao Feiyan did not hold back at all as he moved his wrist, agilely whipping out a sharp and light whistle through the air. Pow! Another martial artist was beaten into a bloody mess, and a bone-deep gash appeared on his chest.

"Damn it." Song Jiang fiercely cursed out, with a backhand slash, he sent Han Chen flying. He then gave up on his opponent and rushed towards Qiao Feiyan. "Damn brat, stop being so arrogant."

Without even waiting for Song Jiang to get within two meters of Qiao Feiyan, Han Chen had already stepped on the Great Void Dragon Steps and rushed forward. The longsword in his hand released a sharp sword aura, the sword tip quickly thrusting towards Song Jiang's throat.

Song Jue's expression changed as he held the blade horizontally in front of him. Ding! Sparks flew as Han Chen's sharp sword heavily struck the opponent's blade. Song Jue felt his arm go numb and could not help but retreat.

At the same time, the warriors surrounding Qiao Feiyan had all died, and those who didn't die had only one last breath of life left.

Song Jiang almost fainted from anger. He alone could not save the situation. He immediately clenched his teeth, and glared at Han Chen fiercely: "Stinking brat, this debt, my Soaring Eagle Sect will remember." After he said that, Song Jue left in a hurry.

Han Chen did not have any intentions of chasing after them. Looking at the corpses on the ground, his face revealed traces of shock. "Feiyan."

"Thank you." Qiao Feiyan said indifferently, and turned to leave.

"Wait." Han Chen immediately called out to his, and asked puzzledly: "Feiyan, why are you so weird? Why are you here? "

"You recognized the wrong person, I am not Qiao Feiyan."

Wrong? Han Chen was stunned, he looked at the other party in detail. Other than the slight difference in temperament, the other places were completely the same as Qiao Feiyan. You say you mistook him for someone else? It was really impossible.

However, his expression was rather calm, not like he was lying at all. Han Chen felt that his brain was a little insufficient, so he probed again, "You really aren't Fei, wait."

Han Chen's voice stuttered, and his gaze remained fixed on the other party. You said just now that you weren't Qiao Feiyan? "

"That's right." The beautiful woman replied indifferently.

"That's strange. From the very beginning, I have always been calling you Fei Yan, not Qiao Feiyan. "How do you know that Pharen's surname is Joe?"

To Han Chen's question, the beautiful woman's expression still did not change much. He replied calmly, "Because I know Qiao Feiyan, I know who you're talking about."

"You know her? No wonder? "Then where is she now?"

"No comment." With that, the beautiful woman turned and left, disappearing from the entrance of the Pu Jia in the blink of an eye.

Han Chen watched as the other party left, his head full of question marks. Whether it was the other party's voice, demeanor, or even his back, they were all acting in the same manner as Qiao Feiyan. However, when he lowered his head to look at the corpse on the ground, he could not help but shake his head.

Qiao Feiyan was a Psionic Magician, not a martial cultivation. And she was kind and gentle as water. The woman just now was as cold as ice. These were two completely opposite personalities.

"Does there really exist such a similar person in this world?" Han Chen muttered. After a moment of thought, Han Chen shook his head, and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

"Little Black, it's time for us to leave."

"Yiya!" A furry ball rolled out from the foot of a wall. Two big round eyes looked around, right, and left. The eyes were shifty, but very cute.

"Yiyayaya." Blacky jumped beside Han Chen's feet and started making gestures with its two hands, as if asking about something.

The corner of Han Chen's eyes twitched, and he replied tentatively: "Are you asking if that woman left?"

"Yiya!" Blacky nodded, clearly pleasantly surprised.

Han Chen squinted his eyes and asked, "Then do you think she is Qiao Feiyan?"