At this crisis moment, Ye Wutian had an idea and rushed forward without changing his power. He raised his hands in front of him to make a move to grab milk, and shouted loudly: "The claw hand of the milk-grabbing dragon!"

When Wan Zhixuan heard this, she immediately screamed, and quickly wrapped her hands in front of her chest.

Ye Wutian passed by Wan Zhixuan flutteringly, and raised a smug smile in his mouth.

It was not until Ye Wutian ran past that Wan Zhixuan woke up, "You bastard, you dare to make tricks. I don't tear you down." She said that, and chased after Ye Wutian angrily.

The audience on the stage all showed a look of amazement. What is going on? This young man was actually hunted by two women, and one of them was a nun. If it were to say it was an emotional entanglement, wouldn't it be too ridiculous?

"I think the relationship between these three people is definitely not simple."

"These two women seem to have some irreconcilable grudges with the young man. Could it be that he has been forced to do so? Now I'm asking him for revenge?"

"Looking at the stance of these two women, this possibility is very high."

...

Everyone speculated about the audience seats, and they had all kinds of strange ideas.

"Senior sister, look at them, what kind of morality is this?" The middle-aged nun was so anxious.

"Go and bring Huijing back to me." Master Jueqing looked angry and depressed. His disciples actually chased a man in front of so many martial arts fellows, and where did she put her old face?

"Yes!" The middle-aged nun agreed, then got up and ran forward to intercept Huijing, and then pulled her back to the head to take the crime.

Seeing that there was only Wan Zhixuan left behind, Ye Wutian had nothing to be afraid of, so he simply stopped, took out a silver needle and swayed it in his hand, and threatened with a smile: "Where did you think my silver needle will be inserted into you this time?"

Seeing the silver needle in Ye Wutian's hand and recalling the incident on Tianjie yesterday, Wan Zhixuan's face suddenly changed and she stopped in a hurry, but she still cursed unforgivablely: "You despicable guy, don't use hidden weapons if you have the ability."

"I have already shown it to you in advance. Can I still call it a hidden weapon?" Ye Wutian said as he played with the silver needle in his hand.

At this moment, Wan Shijie ran up quickly. He blocked Wan Zhixuan and said to Ye Wutian with a cold face: "Boy, you better pray that you don't meet me on the ring, otherwise, I will let you walk up and down."

"Is that so scary, but I'm afraid you'll be as strong as last time, but before you even started fighting, you ran away with your tail between your feet." Ye Wutian said and laughed again.

"You!" Wan Shijie was so angry that he was speechless. After breathing for a few breaths, he snorted coldly and said, "If there weren't a master behind your back, would you think you could still stand here today?"

"Expert? What kind of expert? I think this is just a saying that you hide your escape without fighting?" Ye Wutian said contemptuously.

Looking at Ye Wutian's proud face, Wan Zhixuan said anxiously: "Cousin, there is no need to talk nonsense to him, just go up and beat him into a pig's head."

"Cousin, don't be impulsive." Wan Shijie calmly dissuaded. In fact, he never wanted to come forward to teach Ye Wutian a lesson. But in front of so many martial arts fellows, he fought off the stage. Isn't this a big deal that makes people think that his Wan family has no rules?

"I hope you don't get eliminated too early, otherwise you will lose the qualification to teach me a lesson." Wan Shijie said this fiercely, and then pulled Wan Zhixuan toward his seat.

At this time, the middle-aged man on the ring shouted in the microphone: "Is there anyone else to register? If not, the registration will end here."

When Ye Wutian heard this, he rushed to the ring in a hurry and shouted, "Wait! I haven't drawn lots yet!" While he was speaking, he had already rushed to the man, hurriedly reached into the cardboard box, pulled out a number plate, picked it up and looked at it, and there was a big Arabic numeral "1" written on it.

"So I should be the first to appear." Ye Wutian murmured at the number plate.

Seeing that no one around was on stage to draw lots, the middle-aged man shouted in a microphone: "The registration is over. Next, we will count the remaining numbers in the box, and then arrange the contestants to appear in the order of numbers from small to large." After that, the middle-aged man walked off the ring with a large cardboard box.

Since he was the No. 1 player, Ye Wutian was too lazy to step down and sat down cross-legged in the ring, looking forward to his opponent's appearance.

After some statistics, the staff in the audience shouted loudly in the microphone: "The youth competition will officially begin, please let players No. 1 and No. 3 be invited to appear." Obviously, the No. 2 sign was not taken away, so they jumped directly to No. 3.

Ye Wutian glanced at the audience, and his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he was even more surprised and said in his heart: "It's not that coincidental, right?" Because he saw Miaoyi standing up from the nun group and walking towards the ring, he imagined that she should be the No. 3 player.

Miaoyi walked onto the ring tremblingly. Seeing Ye Wutian sitting and not moving, she saw that no one around was on the field, she asked with an uneasy look on her face: "Hey, you, you can't be the No. 1 player, right?"

Ye Wutian proudly raised the token to show it to Miaoyi, and said with a smirk: "Sister Miaoyi, we are really destined to be together."

Seeing the conspicuous word "1" on the number plate in the other party's hand, Miaoyi's face suddenly showed a look of panic.

At this time, the staff's voice rang again: "The rules of the competition are the same as usual. As long as one party surrenders, step down or falls down, then the competition is over. Now, please prepare for the two contestants on the stage. After the ringtone rings, the competition will start."

Ye Wutian stood up, dusted the dust on his butt, looked at Miaoyi and smiled, "Sister Miaoyi, I see you are so scared, otherwise you will surrender as soon as the ringtone rings."

"I, I will not surrender." Miaoyi said gritting her teeth. The master gave her this precious opportunity. If she fled without fighting, it would not only waste the master's intentions, but also bring shame to the Emei Sect.

Seeing Miaoyi's resolute expression, Ye Wutian raised a strange smile on his face, "Then brother I will play with you later."

As soon as the words finished, a crisp "ding" sound echoed in the valley, and the first youth competition officially began.

The moment the ringing rang, the audience suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were concentrated on the ring.

Miaoyi's cultivation is well known, but no one can see through the cultivation of that young man. However, judging from his skills in avoiding the pursuit of two women just now, he has at least the mid-stage Xuan Realm cultivation level.

On the Emei Sect's seat, the middle-aged nun said to the ruthless master with an anxious look on his face: "Senior sister, Miaoyi may suffer a great loss when she meets that thief."

Master Jueqing's face was also full of worry. At this moment, she wanted Miaoyi to surrender immediately.

Back to the ring.

Seeing Miaoyi standing still, Ye Wutian waved to her and reminded her with a smile: "Sister Miaoyi, hurry up and take a move."

Miaoyi could only bite her teeth, put on the rack, and rush towards Ye Wutian with a slight shout.

What she used was the Golden Pin, but her aura was a little less than Hui Jing's. After all, this girl's cultivation was still weak and she could not fully use this set of palm techniques.

Just as she rushed to Ye Wuzai and was about to slap her palm on the other party, the other party's right hand suddenly penetrated like a spirit snake, blocking her palm force while firmly grasping her right palm.

With her right hand under control, Miaoyi could only wave her left hand and continue to attack Ye Wutian, but in front of Ye Wutian, her fancy moves could not cause any storm.

With just one encounter, Miaoyi's hands fell into trouble.

After struggling for a few times, she couldn't break free. Miaoyi could only look at Ye Wutian pitifully, but what she saw was Ye Wutian's evil smile.

"You, what do you want to do?" Miaoyi asked in panic.

"You guess." Ye Wutian said with a wicked smile.

"I won't guess."

"Okay, then I'll tell you with actions." As he said that, Ye Wutian pulled his hands hard and pulled Miaoyi into his arms directly, and then his lips were printed on her forehead again.

"Ah!" Miaoyi screamed in surprise and quickly broke free from Ye Wutian's arms.

Seeing this scene, Master Jueqing stood up from his position too angrily. She seemed to want to rush to the stage to cut the shameless person into pieces, but in the end she forced the anger to suppress. Because she had made up her mind to break the precepts after the competition was over, she must destroy the kid.

Abbot Kongji, who was sitting on the Shaolin seat, shouted Amitabha, and then closed his eyes and recited the sutra.

The rest of the audience were speechless. Ye Wutian dared to tease her beloved disciple in front of the heartless old Ni. This spirit and courage must be admired by everyone.

Ye Wutian licked his lips and said with satisfaction: "Sister Miaoyi, it seems that I have the upper hand in this first round. In the next second round, I will use a more powerful trick. You have to be careful."

When Miaoyi heard this, she was immediately panicked. Of course, she knew that the powerful tricks mentioned by the other party must be some frivolous means.

At this time, the emotionally unfeeling shout of Master Jueqing sounded from the seat: "Miaoyi, come back!"

Since the master had spoken, Miaoyi naturally had no worries. She snorted angrily at Ye Wutian, then turned around and ran off the stage, and ran towards the Emei Sect seat.

The game ended like this, and Ye Wutian felt it was quite boring. After the referee announced the result, he strode away from the arena.

The next few games were not exciting, after all, the first round of preliminaries was mixed, the weak was not good at the weak, and the strong was not strong enough to fight, and the strong was rare in the fight.
Chapter completed!