Overriding the Heaven

The male disciple roared, he used all his might and rushed towards Chu Yan.    

Unfortunately, this guy's actions were as slow as a snail in Chu Yan's eyes.    

Furthermore, even though he was currently in a rage and his eyes were bloodshot, the spiritual energy he was absorbing was still extremely thin.    

It was as if only a single drop of rain had fallen after a long thunderstorm in the summer.    

In an instant, Chu Yan didn't even have the mood to teach this guy a lesson.    

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to experience the feeling that the person behind the Gates of Hell previously spoke of.    

Ants snarling at you was really unattractive.    

As the other party got closer, he even seemed to be drawing his sword.    

Chu Yan directly threw the palm again.    

The palm itself had come from the humanoid golem on the island.    

A few days ago, Chu Yan once again studied it and found out about a few array formations.    

Although Chu Yan hadn't fully understood the formation pattern of the humanoid puppet at the time, it was still more than enough to study a mere palm, and was even proficient in using it.    

After Chu Yan threw the palm, it was like a bolt of lightning, shooting straight towards the male disciple.    

Seeing this scene, the male disciple was immediately shocked.    

In his eyes, the hand that could break a puppet forged from the teeth of a Strong Gale Silver Wolf was a peerless killing tool, and was also his enemy's greatest reliance.    

Under these circumstances, they naturally couldn't face each other head on.    

Therefore, he suddenly used his movement technique and suddenly circled around from the side of his palm.    

With this, Chu Yan was right in front of him.    

Seeing that Chu Yan was still unprepared, the male disciple laughed again and again: "Waiting to be hung by me …"    

Before he could finish, the male disciple suddenly felt a pain in his ankle.    

Frightened, he quickly turned his head around. In an instant, he saw that the hand that dodged earlier was grabbing onto his ankle.    

In his rage, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from his ankle.    

This pain went straight to his bones, causing him to almost cry out on the spot.    

The Lingqi in his body suddenly revolved, and the male disciple hoped to rely on his protective True Divine Spirit to deflect the palm.    

But his protective True Divine Spirit was only able to form a thin layer, the power of his palm suddenly increased.    

Bang! A loud sound echoed through the air, the pain intensified, and the male disciple saw his protective True Divine Force disappear like a layer of mist.    

"This …" His mind suddenly turned white, and he felt a chill in his heart.    

Because at this moment, the male disciple suddenly came to a realization.    

This palm could even break the teeth of the Strong Gale Silver Wolf, then wouldn't it be a piece of cake if it could destroy his protective True Divine Art or even break his leg bones?    

With this thought, the male disciple was scared out of his wits. He was about to struggle when he felt a strong force attacking his ankle.    

His body immediately flew into the air.    

In that instant, he looked at Chu Yan in fear, and also saw Chu Yan's face that looked as if he was looking at a retard.    

That palm lifted the male disciple high up into the air and with a bang, he smashed the disciple onto the sand.    

The golden sand immediately scattered in all directions.    

To cultivators, a heavy smash like this was nothing more than a matter of pain and itchiness.    

But to smash it a few hundred times, or even a few thousand times, continuously and quickly, was a very serious matter.    

Under everyone's stupefied expressions, the following palm grabbed onto the male cultivator and, like raindrops, quickly lifted him up and smashed him down.    

In an instant, a long afterimage was drawn in the sky.    

Chu Yan then used this time to discuss with Zhuang Die about the time of the next puppet refining.    

Although the male disciple was smashed into a state of confusion, he could still hear the conversation between Chu Yan and Yue Yang.    

"This time around, your lesson has answered the questions that have troubled me for a long time …"    

"You're welcome. Some of your ideas have given me a lot of inspiration …"    

"When is the next lesson …"    

"It should take around one to two months …" Welcome to... "How about this, just give me your courtyard number, then I'll notify you in advance …"    

These words were intermittent and floated into the male disciple's ears.    

Instantly, he was angered to the point that he almost vomited blood.    

"To think that you're taking the initiative to invite me. I've attended so many of your lessons, but I've never received such a treatment!"    

What made him even more angry was still behind him.    

Zhuang Die pondered for a while, then said: "That palm just now, can you lend it to me to have a look?"    

"This is only an incomplete product." Chu Yan laughed.    

The palm was made by the Demonic Cultivator using a living person, no matter how brave she was, he, Chu Yan, would not dare to be unlucky.    

"So it's like that." Zhuang Die was clearly regretful.    

She thought for a while, then said: "How about this? In the future, when I'm teaching again, you can come over anytime. You don't need Merit Point s."    

"You don't need the Merit Point?" Hearing this, the male disciple's body suddenly trembled and sucked in a breath of cold air.    

Even Wu Qing's eyes, which had been narrowed into slits from the fall, became wide open in disbelief.    

In his anxiety, his potential seemed to have been pushed to the limit. At this moment, he actually condensed some energy and wanted to open his mouth to shout "Don't!".    

But Chu Yan immediately noticed his abnormality.    

With a thought, the palm suddenly increased its strength.    

"Hiss ~ ~ ~"    

An indescribable pain instantly caused the strength that the male disciple had just gathered to completely dissipate.    

And that was not the end.    

The palm grabbed his ankle and fiercely twisted it, flinging him away like a big stone. He flew for more than three thousand zhang, and with a peng sound, he fell into the sea, splashing a large amount of water.    

At this time, Chu Yan and Zhuang Die had finished discussing everything.    

After putting away the palm, Chu Yan left the small island in front of the disciples who were both shocked and afraid.    

When he left, he could clearly feel Zhuang Die's gaze fixed on that palm of his.    

Obviously, Zhuang Die was very interested in this "puppet".    

But Chu Yan was helpless.    

He really couldn't show it to anyone in close proximity.    

Especially since this person was someone who understood how to refine puppets.    

Once he knew that this palm was made by a living person, he would be doomed.    

If not for the fact that he was annoyed by this male disciple today, Chu Yan would not have used this palm to teach him a lesson.    

However, overall, today's harvest was still as Chu Yan had expected.    

The problem that had been bothering him for a long time was finally resolved.    

After returning to his own courtyard, Chu Yan did not rush to find Kong Xian.    

Because he remembered, back then, he had made an appointment with Kong Xian ten days later.    

So after returning, he played with Xiao Tangtang for a while longer, before taking out the humanoid puppet and puppet materials that he had researched half-way before.    

This time, Chu Yan planned to use a new method and go all out.