[Dear, the event in the comment area must be replied in the event post to be effective. I hope everyone can actively participate. Although there are not many rewards, it is just for personal popularity. If it is too lonely, it will make me feel sorry for my love. In addition, the plot has been in a transitional period recently, and it is indeed relatively dull, and a war will soon be held.]

Wan Chong looked Ye Wutian up and down, looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am just a small person in the Wutian Alliance, but it is more than enough to deal with the ants of your Wan family." Ye Wutian said with a smile.

Judging from the reactions of the people around them, they all seemed to question Ye Wutian's strength. Although they could not see Ye Wutian's cultivation level clearly, just looking at his young appearance, he did not look like Wan Chong's opponent.

"Since you are looking for death, I naturally have no objection." Wan Chong raised a sinister smile on his face. As he said, he clasped his fists and said to other disciples of the sects beside him: "All martial arts fellows, everyone should have seen it. It's because this kid is overestimating his own abilities, so no matter what the outcome is, I can't blame my Wan family for bullying the small."

"Amitabha, you have sins. If you have something to say, why both donors should make a big fuss?" Monk Jingkong stepped forward and persuaded. Of course, what he was worried about was not Ye Wutian, but Wan Chong, so he could naturally guess Ye Wutian's identity.

"Monk, don't meddle in other people's business, this time they are seeking death." Wan Xing shouted proudly.

Jingkong shook his head and sighed, said "Amitabha", and then he retreated aside with tactfulness.

"Boy, I'll give you another chance. If you don't want to die, get out of here." Wan Chong was full of confidence.

"Young man, please don't show off. If you pay your life for a moment of intent, it would be worth it." An old man from Wudang next to persuaded him kindly. The old man naturally knew the grudge between the Wan family and the Yang family, and knew that once he started to fight, Wan Chong would never show mercy.

"That's right, why don't you elders persuade me?" An old nun from Emei complained to the Yang family behind Ye Wutian.

Yang Zhenghe and others all smiled bitterly.

Faced with everyone's persuasion, Ye Wutian shrugged and said with a smile: "Don't worry, all martial arts seniors, you will definitely show mercy."

Everyone was ashamed to hear it.

Wan Chong was naturally angry and embarrassed, "Boy, pay the price for your arrogant words!"

I don’t know if it was because of his full confidence in his strength or because he was too angry, Wan Chong rushed towards Ye Wutian without even stretching out his true qi defense.

"To deal with you, I'll use one finger to do it." Ye Wutian said, while raising his right index finger lightly.

"Hmph! Death! Wanhe Qianyan!" Wan Chong roared and waved his palm to pat Ye Wutian.

The true energy in his palm churned, and the violent energy aroused countless palm shadows, with a rainbow of momentum, making people dizzy.

But in Ye Wutian's eyes, this level of attack was not worth mentioning at all. He poked out his index finger at all casually and met Wan Chong's palm.

This scene was shocking to everyone present. Wan Chong's move just by looking at the momentum, he could tell that his power was absolutely great. Even if the other party had the mid-stage cultivation level of the Earth Realm, he could not block this move with just one finger.

"Isn't this kid a fool?" At this moment, this thought arose in everyone's mind.

However, their idea only lasted for a moment before it disappeared.

Just in front of everyone, Wan Chong's palm hit Ye Wutian's index finger with a majestic momentum.

With a crisp sound of "swish", all the palm shadows around Wan Chong's palms were scattered under the crisp sound. At the same time, the clothes on his right arm were as if they were strangled by countless wind blades, and were torn into pieces in an instant, revealing the swelling arm of blue veins.

The next second, he groaned and fell backwards quickly, and was finally taken down by two Wan family members.

The entire lobby became extremely quiet at this moment. The pair of surprised eyes stared at Ye Wutian's index finger, which was raised flat in the air without blinking. This was really ridiculous.

Wan Chong stared at Ye Wutian with an incredible look on his face. His drooping right hand was trembling. He knew the power contained in the other party's finger better than anyone else.

Just in this silence, Yang Zhengjiang walked out of the inner hall alone.

Seeing the silent scene in front of you, looking at Ye Wutian and the injured Wan Chong on the other side, Yang Zhengjiang also guessed the rough idea.

He strode to Ye Wutian and asked, "What happened?"

Ye Wutian clapped his hands and said, "It's nothing big, I just dealt with a fly." He said, "Have you signed up?"

Yang Zhengjiang nodded and said, "I'll report it. Abbot Kongji has something to stay, so let's go first." As he said that, he glanced at the pedestrian in Wanjia, and then took the lead in walking out the door.

"You all wash your necks and wait." Before leaving, Hu Ye didn't forget to shout to the Wan family and his group, which made the Wan family so angry that they were so angry that they were shattered.

It was not until Ye Wutian and others left that the temple gradually regained its vitality, but the shocked expression on people's faces did not dissipate for a long time.

Because the martial arts conference will not start tomorrow, the rest of the time today is free. Everyone made an appointment to gather on Tianjie before sunset, and then they scattered and each had their own fun.

After parting with everyone, Ye Wutian ran to the foot of the mountain along the mountain road. He planned to go to the cave at the foot of the mountain to worship Hongjun Daoxian. No matter what, the three spiritual thoughts left by Hongjun Daoxian had given him great help.

This is Ye Wutian's third time to come to this cave. Just like last time, the spiritual energy in the cave was not as rich as the first time, which made Ye Wutian feel much more at ease.

Following the twisted and long passage, I came to the cave secret room again, which was still empty. It seemed that the owner of the cave had never come back in the past few years.

After staying at the entrance of the cave for a moment, Ye Wutian walked into the cave on the steps and came to the dry dark red blood pool. The figure of the old man covered in silver needles appeared in his mind again.

From the last conversation with Ye Wuji, we can know that this old man should be Ye Wuji's master Ye Wuhun. But what Ye Wutian wondered about is why Ye Wuhun was covered with silver needles and sat in this pool of blood.

Could it be that an ancestor of the Xuanyuan Medical Sect was performing the technique of refining his body with blood? If this is true, then the owner of the cave may be an ancestor of the Xuanyuan Medical Sect.

Thinking back to the conversation between Lei Hun and Hongjun Daoxian, Ye Wutian suddenly felt that the whole thing was extremely strange.

After pondering for a while, Ye Wutian asked Lei Hun: "Little kid, what does your conversation with Hongjun Daoxian mean?"

"What conversation is it? I have forgotten it." Lei Hun replied lazily.

"You won't talk about it last time. The owner of this cave has already cultivated into the Nascent Soul." Ye Wutian reminded.

"Since the old man said so, it must be impossible to be wrong." Lei Hun said.

"But, the outside world is so thin, how did he cultivate into the Nascent Soul? It seemed that this question was stopped when your last conversation came to this question." Ye Wutian asked.

When Ye Wutian mentioned this issue, Lei Hun seemed to be a little more energetic. He said in a certain tone: "Since he only has the Nascent Soul but has not cultivated into the primordial spirit body, he is obviously not a person in the spiritual world. People in your world are definitely not able to cultivate Nascent Soul in a normal way, so there is only one possibility."

"What's the possibility?" Ye Wutian asked.

"Snatch the baby." Lei Hun replied simply.

"Snatch the baby? What do you mean is that he took the Nascent Soul from someone else?" Ye Wutian asked in surprise.

"Yes, this is also the only explanation that he has a Nascent Soul but has no Yuanshen body." Lei Hun said.

"Is this possible?" Ye Wutian expressed strong doubts.

"If it is placed in the spiritual world, this is not a rare thing." Lei Hun said calmly.

"It's strange in this world. How can the cultivators in this world defeat the powerful Nascent Soul from the spiritual world? Not to mention taking away the other party's Nascent Soul." Ye Wutian said in confusion.

"This is nothing special. If the Nascent Soul monk was injured or other special circumstances, there would be a possibility of being taken away from the baby." Lei Hun still looked like he was accused of it.

Ye Wutian pondered for a moment, nodded, and said, "I heard that you said this, it seems that there is really a possibility."

"Think about it slowly, I am going to rest." Lei Hun said as he yawned.

Ye Wutian thought alone for a long time but couldn't come up with any idea. In the end, he didn't waste any time thinking about it.

Then, he went to Hongjun's tomb to worship and then left the cave.

Sleeping on the mountain road for a night, early the next morning, the monks set out for the martial arts conference venue.

The ancestors of the four major sects led by Shushu sat in front of the entrance of the venue early in the morning. When everyone passed by the entrance, they saluted respectfully to the four. These four were all respected seniors in the martial arts of the Central Plains, and naturally they were deeply respected by everyone.

Yang Zhengjiang brought everyone to the entrance of the venue. When he saw the suffering, he sincerely expressed his gratitude to him.

Du Ku glanced behind Yang Zhengjiang, and his eyes stayed on Lan Yaoyao and Ye Wutian for a while.

After thanking Duku, Yang Zhengjiang led everyone into the venue. The first three rows of seats in the venue were reserved specifically for the sects participating in the league leader's competition, so they did not need to compete with other monks for the position.

Not long after sitting down, the other sects arrived one after another, and the entire venue was soon filled with people. Judging from the scene in front of me, there were indeed many more monks who came to participate in the martial arts conference this time than in the previous session.

When the time was almost over, a fat man walked up to the ring in the middle of the valley with a microphone.

This fat man is still the fat man last time. Perhaps he learned from the lesson last time. He didn't dare to squat on the stage for too long. After saying a few words, he hurriedly stepped down.
Chapter completed!