[69 Book Bar-WWW.69 SHAU.COM] Since he was going to participate in the Youth Competition, Ye Wutian naturally would not miss this registration. He mingled among the crowd and walked towards the ring.

"Senior sister, look, it's the thief who bullies Junior Sister Miaoyi." The middle-aged nun on the seat shouted to the old nun beside him. The seats of these major sects are in the front position, so although Ye Wutian walked very low-key, he was inevitably noticed.

Of course, Ye Wutian is not afraid of being discovered by these nuns. He still has to show up when he participates in the competition later.

In a moment, dozens of people gathered on the ring.

Ye Wutian did not rush to draw lots, but found Miaoyi in the crowd. He sneaked behind Miaoyi, then screamed in her ear, which scared Miaoyi.

"You, why are you here?" When I saw that it was Ye Wutian, Miaoyi was panicked as if she had seen a wolf. Huijing next to her immediately stepped forward, blocked her, pointed at Ye Wutian and shouted angrily: "Okay, you little beast, you dare to show up. See if I don't break your legs."

Huijing has a relatively impulsive personality. Before she could finish speaking, she had already launched an offensive in her hands.

I saw her palms stretching like cotton, with continuous movements and running in circles. This was the unique golden-top cotton palm of the Emei School.

This set of palm techniques combines hardness and softness, fast but not chaotic, slow but not stubborn, hard but not stubborn, soft but soft, just like a surging river. When the palm is used, it accumulates strength inside and soft outside. When it comes out of the palm, it is as fast as lightning, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

Seeing Huijing pushing out a palm and slapped him quickly at the mouth of the Hungarian, Ye Wutian tapped his right foot and backed back, his body as light as a swallow. With his current cultivation level, if he is determined to dodge, the other party will not hurt him at all. After all, the Xuan Realm cultivation level cannot release internal energy and use a long-range attack.

Seeing that the other party avoided, Huijing chased after him without hesitation.

Before the game started, someone from the audience started the fight first, and the audience on the stage shouted and got better. Although everyone could not see Ye Wutian's cultivation level, from the point of being able to easily avoid the opponent's attack, his cultivation level should not be lower than that of the opponent.

Ye Wutian easily avoided several palms. Huijing couldn't help but gritted her teeth and cursed: "You are still a man, what's the ability to dodge? If you have the affinity, stand and don't run away."

"A good man doesn't fight with women. As for whether I have a vegetative family, you can tell if you try it with me." Ye Wutian said with a smile.

"You bastard with dirty words, please don't tear your mouth apart." Hui Jing turned pale with anger. Then she shouted softly and pounced on Ye Wutian again.

"Hey! Why are you just biting me to the point of not letting go? You'll fight again and then go to the ring." Ye Wutian shouted while running. He was chased and beaten by a nun in front of everyone, and he didn't think this was a glorious thing.

At this moment, Wan Zhixuan, who had just finished drawing on the stage, also noticed Ye Wutian running on the stage. She quickly patted Wan Shijie beside her and reminded: "Cousin, look, it's that bastard."

Seeing the vicious Huijing behind Ye Wutian again, Wan Zhixuan raised her lips and rushed forward without saying a word to Wan Shijie, blocking Ye Wutian's way, and said, "Shameless bastard, see where you run!"

Seeing Wan Zhixuan spreading her arms in front of her, Ye Wutian burst into sweat on his forehead, and a nun had already chased him. Unexpectedly, another willful girl popped up.

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 hugged the breasts in front of the Hungarians with both hands.

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."

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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, he simply stopped, took out two silver needles and shook them in his hand. The thief smiled and threatened, "Do you still want to experience the comfortable feeling last time?"

Seeing the two silver needles in Ye Wutian's hand, and recalling yesterday's incident on Tianjie, Wan Zhixuan's face suddenly changed. She stopped in a hurry, hurriedly held her hands in front of her chest, covering her breasts tightly, and cursed without forgiving her mouth: "You shameless person, if you have the ability, don't use such despicable tricks."

"There is no way, I only know this kind of despicable trick. If you dare to chase me again, believe it or not, I will use more shameless means to let you have a passionate (harmonious) self-stroking performance in front of everyone." Ye Wutian fiddled with the two silver needles in his hand and smiled badly.

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 "1" character 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."
Chapter completed!