Ye Feng spared a long way and went around from the east of the town to the west of the town.

He was careful to make sure that no one was following him before returning to the town.

After that, he found a small hotel to live in, as if there was no one, and never came out after staying there, waiting for the arrival of the martial arts conference.

There was still a week before the martial arts competition, and there was plenty of time, so Ye Feng had been staying in the small hotel to cultivate with peace of mind. Except for eating, he did not leave the small room where he lived.

Three days have passed, and it has been calm, and there is no trouble to find the door.

And Ye Feng's cultivation has also risen a little, if he devours the purple spirit fruit given by the second master, he has a ten-percent chance of impacting the ground level.

However, the second master said that the energy of the purple spirit fruit was too huge, and it was necessary to make all preparations, such as preparing some neutralizing medicinal materials.

Therefore, Ye Feng did not take the liberty of trying, with his strength at the peak of the Xuan Rank, he was already a first-class master in the younger generation of Guwu.

This morning, Ye Feng had just had breakfast and was about to go back to the house to cultivate, when he received a call from Wang Qingxue asking him to come over.

Ye Feng cleaned up and immediately went out.

When he came to the street, he was slightly surprised, there were too many people, almost all of them were cultivators of the ancient martial arts realm, more than ten times more than three days ago.

The street is full of people, and a large area of black pressure can be described as a sea of people.

For this kind of hot scene, Ye Feng is not too strange, after all, it is a triennial martial arts competition in the ancient martial arts world, and many forces will participate, and the popularity must be hot.

In addition, this tournament is extraordinary, the rewards are rich, and the first place can get a holy relic involving the secret of sanctification, and there must be more forces to participate in the tournament than in previous years.

In addition, Ye Feng also found that many people on the street wearing golden robes with Chen characters embroidered on their chests seemed to be investigating something.

Ye Feng knew after a little inquiry that these were the Chen family, and they were investigating the cause of death of Chen Yongliang, the eldest young master of the Chen family, looking for the murderer.

Ye Feng didn't want to make a fuss, so he lowered his head and left quickly, coming to the place where Wang Qingxue made an appointment with him.

It was a private house in the center of the town, a courtyard house, which looked no different from an ordinary house, and should be a stronghold of the Yungui Wu clan.

After Ye Feng came to the courtyard, he turned around several times and was taken to a small courtyard with lush vegetation.

In front of him, four people appeared.

Standing on the far left are two women, one is a tall young girl, wearing a white practice uniform, revealing the beauty and vitality of youth.

The other is Wang Qingxue, who is wearing a purple cheongsam, with a plump figure and a mature temperament.

As for the other two, Ye Feng saw them for the first time, one was an old man dressed in black, and the other was a young man in a cyan robe, with a hooked nose and arrogant eyes.

Except for Wang Qingxue, the rest of the three people looked at him very unkindly.

Especially the old man in black, looking at him with a hint of murderous aura in his eyes. The old man was playing with two egg-sized iron eggs in his hand, playing with a rattle, as if he might throw at Ye Feng at any time.

"Qingxue, this is the young man you found to fight for our Yungui Wu Clan, it's too rubbish!" The old man in black glanced at Ye Feng and said disdainfully.

"Trash?"

Ye Feng frowned, facing this disrespectful old man, he was very puzzled, how did this uncle see that he was rubbish?

Where is the garbage?

Obviously, this uncle is deliberately finding fault.

Hearing this, Wang Qingxue's face was slightly unhappy, and she said expressionlessly: "Long Ye, let me introduce to you, this is Zhang Donglai, the third elder of our Yungui Wu Clan, and this young man is Zhang Hong, the grandson of Zhang Donglai, all of whom are from our Yungui Wu Clan. ”

"Oh, in the Lower Dragon Leaf, Ichijie Scattered Cultivation." Ye Feng arched his hand slightly and said lightly.

"Bold!"

The young man named Zhang Hong pointed at Ye Feng and shouted: "You are a loose cultivator, with no power and no power, why don't you kneel down and ask for peace when you see the holy daughter and the three elders of our Yungui Wu Clan?" ”

Hearing Zhang Hong's words, Ye Feng's nose was crooked.

Damn, Lao Tzu is not from your Yungui Wu clan, kneel down and ask for peace, please your sister's peace.

Wait, Holy Maiden?

Who is the holy daughter of the Yungui Wu Clan, could it be Wang Qingxue?

"You are the holy daughter of the Yungui Wu Clan?" Ye Feng looked at Wang Qingxue and asked in surprise.

Wang Qingxue nodded with a smile.

Ye Feng was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Wang Qingxue's status in the Yungui Wu Clan to be so high, she turned out to be a saint.

The saintess stayed in the secret manor of the Zhou family in Guizhou before, and it seemed that it was Wang Qingxue, but that time Ye Feng sneaked in secretly and did not see the appearance of the saintess.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Wang Qingxue, the owner of the Lion Elephant hypermarket.

Zhang Hong was ignored by Ye Feng, and he was already furious, pointing at Ye Feng and shouting angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!" ”

"Hehe, it is generally said that the person I am looking for to die has become a corpse." Ye Feng smiled coldly and said without showing weakness.

"Die for me!"

Zhang Hong is a violent temper, without saying a word, his figure flashed and went straight to Ye Feng, and he was going to do it.

"Stop!"

Wang Qingxue suddenly snorted.

Zhang Hong stopped, looked back at Wang Qingxue, and said, "Holy Maiden, this kid doesn't know how thick the sky is, I'll teach him a lesson!" ”

"Long Ye is a distinguished guest I invited, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson, give me a retreat!" Wang Qingxue's face turned cold.

Zhang Hong frowned: "Holy Maiden, how can our Yungui Wu Clan invite an outsider to participate in the war instead of us, if it spreads, it will ......"

"Shut up, say one more thing, and deal with it as follows!" Wang Qingxue glanced at Zhang Hong coldly.

Zhang Hong snorted, and then stopped speaking, but the eyes that looked at Ye Feng were full of murderous intent.

"Hehe, the Holy Maiden is so majestic."

At this time, Zhang Donglai, the old man who was playing with iron eggs, said in a strange manner: "The body of our Yungui Wu Clan's seed disciple Ghost Fang was killed, and the Holy Maiden has an unshirkable responsibility." ”

"Humph!"

Wang Qingxue snorted coldly and said, "Ghost Fang's death, I will give an explanation to the Yungui Wu Clan." ”

"What the Holy Maiden says is naturally what it is, a seed disciple is nothing compared to the Holy Maiden. But at this juncture, our Yungui Wu Clan is about to participate in the martial arts competition, which is related to the ownership of that holy object, and the death of the ghost party has caused immeasurable losses to our Yungui Wu Clan. You know, he is one of the best masters of the younger generation of our Yungui Wu Clan! ”

"Without the ghost side, our Yungui Wu Clan's hopes of winning the championship will be reduced by at least two percent! If that artifact changes hands, the consequences are not something that you, the Holy Maiden, can afford. ”

Zhang Donglai sneered.

"So, I found a young master, Long Ye, to fight for our Yungui Wu Clan." Wang Qingxue said lightly.

"Dragon Leaf? Just one of his casual cultivators, can he do it? Can it be compared to a finger of the ghost side? Wang Qingxue, I now wonder if you deliberately tricked us Wu clan. ”

Zhang Donglai sneered.

"That's it, a loose cultivator, powerless and powerless, not to mention compared to the young children of those big forces, even compared to the younger generation of our Wu clan, he is a fart!"

"Don't talk about those seed disciples, even if I have one finger, I can kill him!" Zhang Hong looked at Ye Feng and said disdainfully.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted a trace of arc.

These two ignorant people, I really don't know what kind of expressions they would have if they knew that the ghost party had died in their own hands?