A sudden change occurred overnight, and many things happened in Xiongjian City and the clan mansion.

However, this does not affect the upcoming clan martial arts competition.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

All the Ye family disciples seemed to have forgotten the incident at the Sword Burial Sect and actively devoted themselves to the intense training on the eve of the martial arts competition.

This is a great opportunity for everyone!

Their only goal is to compete for the position of the only heir apparent in the clan.

Stand out among the many fighting!

Because that's the only way.

Only then can they gain recognition from the clan’s senior officials, receive more cultivation, and strengthen themselves!

Moreover, everyone understands that if it succeeds, there will be another self-evident benefit.

That means being recommended by the clan and entering the most powerful clan in the Southern Wilderness - the Holy Martial Sword Sect to practice.

Compared to the clan, the Shengwu Sword Sect is the real place where dragons and tigers are hidden!

The next morning.

In the square of the Imperial Palace, the faint morning light shone down on the earth.

Many Ye family disciples have gathered here early to take advantage of the fresh open space.

"Have you heard that this martial arts competition is the most lively in the past thirty years..."

"Ah? Why?"

"Because the senior officials of the clan have decided to add four more young kings to the quota. In other words, from now on, there will no longer be four young kings of purple, white, gold and blue, but eight young kings!"

"Holy crap, is this exciting? In other words, the top management has identified the birth of a super evil genius from the selection list?"

"Who is that? It can't be that Ye Liufeng!"

Ye Liufeng has a great reputation and is well-known throughout the world.

Although it was his first time to participate in the clan martial arts competition, he was already known to many disciples.

"I guess Ye Liufeng can do it. The level of his awakened blood soul is too high, and he has a unique advantage in hunting monsters. We cannot match the talent of such a person."

Some people sighed, and had already begun to retreat even before participating in the clan martial arts competition.

"That's not necessarily true. The truth of martial arts is determined by victory or defeat. It doesn't mean whoever has a higher level of blood soul will come out on top. Just like the eldest lady, no matter how high the level of the blood soul is, it's a pity...

"

When everyone mentioned Ye Yurou, they became silent.

And at this time.

East courtyard.

Ye Mengxue, Ye Hailan, and Ye Qingyun have already packed their clothes and are waiting outside.

Only Ye Liufeng and Ye Wuzhen were missing.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Hailan felt strange.

Since last night, Ye Liufeng and the two of them have been acting mysteriously, and now they can't even find their figures.

Ye Qingyun glanced at the sky, shook his head, and said: "It's better to leave them alone, Hai Lan, Junior Sister Mengxue, let's go to the clan square first. Maybe they will come later."

Ye Hailan nodded.

Ye Mengxue glanced at the place where Ye Wuzong lived with worried eyes, remained silent for a moment, did not insist anymore, and followed the two of them to leave first.

At this time, in the small courtyard where Ye Wuji lived.

Ye Liufeng sat on the stone table absentmindedly.

After knocking on the door all night, Ye Wujiang got no response, so he could only wait.

"Hey, brother, where have you been?"

Ye Liufeng seemed to have grown a beard overnight, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life.

squeak.

The door was pushed open from inside.

Ye Wuzong changed into a neat black gown, raised his black hair, and let down a black ponytail. He walked out with a tall and tall figure, like a jade tree facing the wind.

"Holy crap, you're in the room. Then I knocked on the door all night, but why didn't you even get a reply?"

Ye Liufeng jumped up excitedly when he saw Ye Wuxing for the first time.

"Holy shit, you're so handsome, you're even more handsome than me!"

He hurriedly ran to Ye Wujiang and looked up and down.

Ye Wuzhen also saw Ye Liufeng at the first sight. He couldn't help frowning and said lightly: "Why are you here?"

Immediately afterwards, he found that Ye Liufeng's eyes were very strange, and Ye Wuzong said coldly: "Don't stare at me like that, it's disgusting!"

He walked directly around Ye Liufeng and walked out of the courtyard.

What happened last night is now in the past.

After killing someone, he won't think too much about it.

Now, he will participate in the martial arts trials as an ordinary branch disciple!

"No way, we were fighting side by side last night. You are so heartless, how can you not admit it after all!"

Ye Liufeng's excited eyes turned decadent again, followed by a bit of resentment.

Like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Again, don't look at me like that!"

Ye Wuji's voice was cold and heartless!

Ye Liufeng laughed and said: "Okay, I have found your weakness. Okay, let's get down to business. The clan has transferred four young king places this year. Are you interested?"

"The number of young kings?"

Ye Wuji looked at him and asked slowly.

"The position of the Crown Prince is not easy to fight for, so the young king is also the selection target for all branch disciples. The number of places is limited, which means generous rewards. Moreover, the young king can also be noticed by the big shots of the Shengwu Sword Sect, and he can rise to the top!" Ye Liufeng explained.

"I don't care, although, I am here to compete for the throne of the heir." Ye Wuzong said calmly.

Ye Liufeng shook his head and said: "Being the prince is not as easy as imagined. Don't look at us making trouble at the Sword Burial Sect last night, but that's precisely because the real masters haven't shown up yet. But today, they will get together."

"The battle is not about playing house. The more experts there are, the better."

Ye Wuzong was indifferent and said: "Did you just talk about the Holy Martial Sword Sect? Do you mean that in our martial arts trial this time, there will be people from the sect present?"

"Of course, I come every year!"

Ye Liufeng said: "Many of the geniuses in the Holy Martial Sword Sect are the suitors of our eldest lady Ye Yurou. Of course, there are also admirers of Brother Ye Qing. Unfortunately, Brother Ye Qing later disappeared."

"I know this." Ye Wuxing said.

Ye Liufeng suddenly asked: "Then do you think Brother Ye Qing is alive or dead now?"

Ye Wuzong shook his head and said: "Whether he is alive or dead, it has nothing to do with me."

"Heartless."

Ye Liufeng looked at him with a resentful look again.

The two of them set off relatively late. At this time, almost no one was left in such a large clan house, and they all gathered in the square.

However, Ye Wuzong and the other two just walked towards the square unhurriedly.

Suddenly, someone called out from behind and stopped the two of them.

"Isn't Ye Qing from your clan house back yet?"

This voice was relatively indifferent, with a hint of coercion.

Ye Wuzong and the two stopped.

Ye Liufeng looked back and was surprised.

Behind the two of them, many people who were obviously not dressed like Ye family disciples appeared at some point.

Ye Wuji also stopped and turned around to glance at the group of people behind him, his expression indifferent.
Chapter completed!