Martial arts supreme

Chapter 1

"Clan leader, Wang Mu, an inner disciple of the Heng Yue Sect, has urged you again, asking you to hurry up and get there."

In the backyard of the Ye Family Auction House in Wangu Town, there were two people standing in the east wing.

Among the two, a middle-aged man was leaning on a wooden stick in his hand, and his eyes were full of sorrow, looking at the comatose young man on the hospital bed.

Behind the middle-aged man, stood an old servant bowed, and it was this man who spoke just now.

Seeing that the middle-aged man in front of him didn't reply, the old servant urged again: "Patriarch, that Wang Mu is getting impatient, if you don't go out, I'm afraid..."

As the words caught his ears, the man's black eyebrows frowned suddenly, and his right hand holding the crutch was slowly clenched, and the expression on his face instantly became gloomy.

"Hmph! This is already the third time. Go out and tell Wang Mu that if you want to wait, just wait outside. If you don't want to wait, go back and let the leader of the Hengyue Sect come over in person."

"This...isn't it good to say that? After all, Wang Mu is also the apprentice of the great elder Zhu Liang of the Hengyue Sect. If you say this, I'm afraid it will cause trouble. Why don't you go out and meet them." Sweat broke out on the servant's forehead, and he was so trembling that he didn't dare to go out to deliver a message.

The man's black eyebrows wrinkled again, and he slowly turned around and stared at the old servant in front of him with a gloomy face, and said with an unhappy expression: "What? You don't even dare to listen to my words?"

"I don't dare, I... I'll go out and report it right away." The old servant glanced at the man and found that his expression was extremely gloomy. He bowed to his side and said quickly before retreating.

After the servant left, the middle-aged man coughed twice again, turned around and looked at the unconscious young man on the bed, shook his head and sighed sadly.

"Feng'er, you must hold on. The doctor said that as long as you survive the age of 15, you will have crossed this hurdle just like your father. Although you will be weak and cough up blood in the future, you can still save your life and you can do something for Our Ye family has added incense."

The man on crutches is named Ye Longtian, and he is also the eighth generation patriarch of the Ye family.The comatose boy lying on the hospital bed is Ye Longtian's only son Ye Feng.

Speaking of Young Master Ye Feng of the Ye family, most people in Eternal Town know about him.

Not only did he know about Ye Feng, but he also knew that the Ye family inherited a strange disease. People are born thin and thin. As the clan grows up day by day, their bodies will deteriorate day by day.

This matter is indeed very strange, and this strange disease only happened to the descendants of the main line of the Ye family.As for the offshoots of the Ye family, all of them are alive and well.

A heavy sigh spread throughout the room, Ye Longtian came to the bedside and sat down on crutches, looking at Ye Feng's handsome cheeks with wounded eyes, and the pair of black sword eyebrows that revealed manliness, Ye Longtian The sky sighed again.

"Feng'er, it would be great if you didn't suffer from any strange disease? Your delicate and handsome face alone is enough to fascinate most of the girls in Qingshui country. But now... hey!" Ye Longtian shook his head and murmured bitterly, After taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to cover Ye Feng with the quilt, patted Ye Feng twice, and said again: "Feng'er, you can cultivate here with peace of mind. No matter how many times people from the Hengyue Sect come, Daddy will not agree to their request."

Ye Longtian showed a loving smile on his face, stood up and took one last look at the unconscious Ye Feng, then walked towards the door with a cane.

The red brick pavement of the Ye Family Courtyard is spacious, tidy and flat.But today, the spacious courtyard is full of people.

"Steward Yang! I'll give you another 3 minutes. If Ye Longtian doesn't come out, you, the Ye Family, will be at your own risk."

There were five people standing in the middle of the courtyard. These five people were all tall and strong, and they were obviously martial arts practitioners.

These people were led by a young man holding a sword. The young man looked very arrogant and was glaring at the old servant in front of him with cold eyes.

"Wang Shaoxia, please calm down first. You also know that my young master has been plagued by illness since he was a child. Just now, he vomited blood again, and the owner of the family is eager to have a look. After a while, when Young Master Ye Feng is fine, the owner of the family will naturally come out." Butler Yang once again bowed and prayed with fists clasped, trying to comfort the angry Wang Mu to wait a little longer.

"Hmph! Isn't he just a sick man vomiting some blood? What's the big deal? Okay, don't talk nonsense with me here. Let Ye Longtian come out quickly. I don't have time to waste here with you." Wang Mu waved his hand impatiently and coaxed Manager Yang to continue reporting and urging.

Manager Yang suddenly looked sad and looked up at Wang Mu and other five disciples of the Heng Yue Sect, hesitating and not knowing what to say.

Just when Manager Yang was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do, the door to the east wing opened with a creak, and Ye Longtian walked out of it with a cane.

"Don't want to waste time? Then why didn't you guys get out of the Ye family's mansion earlier?" Ye Longtian seemed to have known the intention of Wang Mu and the other five people coming here. He walked up to Wang Mu step by step, staring at Wang Mu with anger in his eyes.

When Ye Longtian looked at him like this, Wang Mu's strong and burly body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his heart was beating loudly. He was obviously suppressed by Ye Longtian's aura.

"Damn it, this old guy is not a martial artist, but every time he displays his aura, it makes me shudder in my early days as a knight." Wang Mu swallowed his saliva and cursed secretly in his heart.

The world of martial arts is vast and boundless, and there is no shortage of heroes and masters with profound martial arts skills.For this kind of martial arts practitioners, the level of strength is also divided into several levels, which are chivalrous, chivalrous, chivalrous, and heroic.

Heroes are the weakest type of martial arts practitioners in the martial arts world.

There are many outer disciples of various sects in the early stages of Xia Xia. When they improve their skills to the middle stage Xia Xia, they can be promoted to inner disciples after selection and examination.

As for the late chivalrous men, most of them had fairly high status in the sect, and they all held the position of elders.

A chivalrous man is much stronger than a chivalrous man. When a chivalrous man improves his skills to the initial level of a chivalrous man, he can establish a sect.

Of course, this is not absolute.There are also many martial arts practitioners who only have the skills of the late chivalrous men and have created sects.But compared with sects created by chivalrous masters, such people have to bear more risks of exterminating the sect.After all, in terms of strength, there are too many knights inferior to knights.

After the knight, there is the knight.

To be a knight in the Jianghu, the status is not the slightest bit of dignity.For example, a country, because of the existence of knights, is enough to make the country famous.

If one of the sects in the country had knights in command, then the status and power of this sect would definitely not be described as terrifying.

After the chivalrous man comes the hero, and the hero is divided into first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate.

Martial arts practitioners who can become heroes are rare on the continent of Middle Earth.

It is no exaggeration to say that the number of influential figures in Middle-earth who can be called heroes can be counted on one hand.

Although the world of martial arts is dangerous and the journey to martial arts is extremely arduous, requiring both great opportunities and great perseverance to achieve greatness, it does not make people timid. On the contrary, as long as the vitality is born in the Dantian, they will embark on the world of martial arts without hesitation. road.

This is not surprising, who in the world does not want to throw up his sleeves and indulge in wine?And who wouldn't want to dominate the world with a sword?And who doesn't want to establish a sect and establish a sect, unify the rivers and lakes and pass down a good reputation through the ages?
But for the descendants of the Ye family's master, this is a luxury dream, a dream that will be shattered when he wakes up.

Just because of the strange disease that the descendant of the Ye family's main body was born with, there was a black energy in his dantian.

This black energy specifically restrains vitality. As long as vitality is born in the Dantian, it will be swallowed up by the black energy immediately.

Therefore, only the first generation ancestor of the Ye family is a martial arts practitioner, and no one in the following eight generations can practice martial arts, including Ye Feng, who is in a coma.

"Patriarch Ye, counting this time, I have come here three times. I don't want to say anything more. This time, the Sima head of our Hengyue faction issued a death order. Even if you don't cancel the agreement made back then, I will The marriage contract in his hand is also considered void." Wang Mu took out a piece of red paper from his pocket, waved it in front of Ye Longtian's eyes, and said with sarcasm mixed with a haughty look.

Looking at the red paper engagement contract waved by Wang Mu, Ye Longtian turned pale with anger, then covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heavily.

Spreading his hands and looking at a small piece of black blood on the handkerchief, Ye Longtian's body shook violently three times. If Manager Yang hadn't hurriedly helped him, Ye Longtian would have been so angry at Wang Mu's words. Fall to the ground.

Gathering his mind, Ye Longtian managed to stand still, pushed Manager Yang away and pointed at Wang Mu angrily, "You...you get lost, let... let Sima Chuan come and tell me in person."

With a sarcastic smile on Wang Mu's face, he looked at Ye Longtian, who was trembling and pale as paper, shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "Patriarch Ye, there is no need for that, right? It can be said to be a wealthy party. But Ye Feng's desire to marry Miss Yanru, the daughter of my sect, is pure wishful thinking."

"Infatuation... delusion?" Ye Longtian, who was trembling with anger, just opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood flowed out of his mouth, but Ye Longtian didn't wipe it at all, but pointed at Wang Mu and roared: "Back then As soon as Feng'er was born, who prepared a generous gift and came to the door to make an engagement? And who begged me to accept the gift money to get married? It was the head of your Hengyue Sect, that ungrateful Sima Chuan."

The furious roar filled with hatred reverberated through the Ye family's mansion, and then spread out of the mansion, making the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were buying weapons and martial arts in the auction house in the front yard stunned and listened curiously.

"Hmph! Patriarch Ye, you don't have to yell at me, you can't scare me. Let me tell you this, Miss Yanru, the daughter of our Hengyue Sect, has a body of a phoenix and a jade body. The proud daughter of heaven recognized by three thousand sects, her strength has already been squeezed into the ranks of mid-term chivalrous men, and her future lover will definitely be a dragon among men, a young hero in the martial arts world. And what is your only son, Ye Feng? It’s just a sick child who has survived until he was 15 years old and has been in a coma for half a year. Let me send Miss Yanru to marry him? You should give up on this.”

Wang Mu's words were like steel needles, piercing deeply into Ye Longtian's heart, causing Ye Longtian's body to sway suddenly and fall to the ground with a plop.

Perhaps the roaring confrontation between the two disturbed Ye Feng in the east wing, and Ye Feng's hands moved slightly.

However, in the next second, if someone is in his room at this moment, they will be scared to death by Ye Feng's next move, because Ye Feng suddenly raised his hands and choked his neck tightly, even if his fair cheeks were touched It was swollen and red, but there was still no sign of letting go of his hands.

The moment he saw Ye Feng was about to be strangled to death, colorful lights suddenly emitted from under his chest and clothes.

It is not a side object that emits colorful light, but a colorful stone handed down from generation to generation by the Ye family ancestors.

Strange to say, when the colorful light flashed, an illusory colorful stone appeared above Ye Feng's body.

This seven-colored stone was only suspended in the air for three breaths, and then rushed towards Ye Feng below, and disappeared in Ye Feng's body in an instant.

"This is where?"

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