One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

A calm yet penetrating voice drifted in from outside the courtyard wall.

"Hehe, why are you all so angry?"

An elderly man with a tall and straight figure slowly stepped across the threshold of the courtyard gate, his hands behind his back.

"Old Celestial Master!"

Everyone bowed.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the group of people in the courtyard, who were on the verge of exchanging blows. His tone was still casual, but every word seemed to carry a sense of intimidation.

"Gentlemen, my Longhu Mountain can't withstand your antics. If you really want to spar, go down the mountain and find some wasteland to fight. If you want to cause trouble on this old man's turf, don't blame me for being impolite."

Upon hearing these words, Lu Ci, who had been exuding murderous intent just moments before, instantly deflated his blue true qi, reverting to his usual quiet and reserved demeanor.

Ye Xing also smoothly released the power of the ox talisman and lowered his arm.

"Master!"

Zhang Chulan reacted the fastest, without a second's hesitation, rushing over to bow to the Old Master with a "sincere" smile, looking incredibly sunny.

Wang Ai pointed with her cane at the several bodyguards in black suits who were still unconscious in the flower bed outside the door, and then at Ye Xing who looked completely innocent, and immediately launched an attack.

"Old Celestial Master! What you're saying is unreasonable! Look at it for yourself!"

Wang Ai was so angry that spittle flew everywhere. "This brat has no respect for his elders. Not only did he trespass on our property, but he also assaulted and injured members of our Wang family! Just now, he even spouted arrogant words, completely disregarding me and Lao Lü! If I don't teach this little beast a lesson today, how will he ever be able to stand in the future!"

[Wang Ai has been detected to be in extreme rage; her emotional value has increased by 90!]

[Intense frustration and dissatisfaction were detected in Lü Ci; emotional value +60!]

Two crisp "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds rang in Ye Xing's mind.

It's so refreshing. When dealing with people who are too concerned about saving face, being headstrong and reckless is indeed the most effective way.

Just as Wang Ai was about to continue her tirade...

Lu Ci suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Ai's shoulder tightly.

Wang Ai turned her head in confusion, only to see Lü Ci's single eye sweep over Ye Xing meaningfully twice before he suddenly lowered his voice and uttered two words to Wang Ai.

"never mind."

Wang Ai stared at his old friend in disbelief, almost wondering if he had misheard. Was this really the same Lü Ci who was known as "Mad Dog"?

But looking at Lü Ci's face, so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, Wang Ai could only swallow back the curses that were already rising in her throat. Her chest heaved violently, and in the end, she could only hurl out a vicious swear word.

"You little brat, don't get too cocky. Watch out in the future!"

Ye Xing picked at his ear, completely ignoring Wang Ai's threat, and turned to grin at Zhang Zhiwei, revealing eight white teeth.

"The old master said that young people should have the energy of youth. If you're not a little wild when you're young, can you even be called a young person?"

The breath Wang Ai had just swallowed suddenly hit his forehead again, his old face instantly turning a deep purplish-red, and his blood pressure visibly spiked.

[Wang Ai has been detected to be experiencing extreme frustration and rage; her emotional state has increased by 100!]

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei's brows furrowed into a knot, his mind filled with question marks.

[Zhang Zhiwei's suspicion has been detected; emotion value +50!]

The old man cursed inwardly, "When did I ever say such nonsense to you, you little brat? You've gotten yourself into trouble, don't use this old man as a shield!"

However, Zhang Zhiwei had lived for over a hundred years, making him a true monkey shrewdness. He had already caught a glimpse of Lü Ci's meaningful gaze and somewhat guarded posture out of the corner of his eye.

This is very interesting.

Zhang Zhiwei knew perfectly well that the young Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect probably had more secrets than he had imagined, and even Lü Ci didn't dare to bite him easily.

Since both sides have stopped fighting, the old master is naturally happy to see it happen.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing here."

Zhang Zhiwei flicked the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, completely ignoring Ye Xing's fabrication, and turned to look at Xu San and Xu Si.

"Take your men back. There's another competition tomorrow. Don't cause any more trouble here."

Xu Si, being quite cunning, immediately chuckled and grabbed Ye Xing, who was still trying to take advantage of the situation.

"Alright! Let's follow the Old Master's arrangements and go now."

The group turned and retreated outside the courtyard.

Before leaving, Ye Xinglin deliberately stopped, turned around, waved to the furious Wang Ai, and gave her an extremely arrogant flying kiss.

Enraged, Wang Ai kicked a piece of wooden plank next to the steps, breaking it in two, sending wood chips flying.

The courtyard finally quieted down after Ye Xing and the others had completely disappeared into the night.

Wang Ai turned around, his face so gloomy it could smear frost, and his cane tapped loudly on the bluestone floor.

"Lu Ci, what's wrong with you tonight?!"

Wang Ai gritted her teeth, "What's the big deal if the two of us join forces and take down a junior? As long as we don't kill him, do you think Zhang Zhiwei would really turn against our two families for such a reckless brat?"

Lu Ci sneered, turned around and walked to the stone table to sit down.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a big gulp of cold tea, and then looked up at his old friend across from him.

"Old Wang, you've had a good life for too long. The older you get, the less sharp your mind becomes."

Lu Ci slammed the teacup onto the stone table with a loud bang.

"This is Longhu Mountain, not your Wang family's place. Stop your lawlessness here."

Wang Ai was completely stunned, staring at Lü Ci, wondering what was wrong with this mad dog.

Lu Ci didn't laugh; his single eye stared intently at Wang Ai, revealing a hint of apprehension.

"Just as he clenched his fist as if to make a move, I felt a chill."

Wang Ai's laughter abruptly stopped. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't stupid. Even if he didn't believe that kid could be that strong, Lü Ci was called 'Mad Dog' not only because he was fierce and ruthless and had remarkable methods, but also because of his keen perception.

Wang Ai's fleshy face trembled violently. Following Lü Ci's words, and recalling Ye Xing's composed posture and expression, a chill inexplicably rose down her spine.

Looking in the direction Ye Xing and the others had left, Wang Ai muttered to herself, "When did such a monster suddenly appear in the world of supernatural beings?"

Chapter 32 The butterfly is still flapping its wings

At 5 p.m., a large crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board on the back of Longhu Mountain.

The match schedule for the round of 16 was posted on time.

The strange people gathered around chattered and made noise that could be heard from more than ten meters away.

Ye Xing walked slowly forward with his hands in his pockets.

As soon as he reached the outer edge, several young superhumans blocking his way turned around, saw him clearly, and gasped in shock. They quickly stepped aside, making way for him in the crowded throng.

Ye Xing's reputation has risen in the past two days. He's a formidable opponent who won the preliminary round of the speed competition with just two punches and can even unleash the Yang God technique. No one dares to mess with him.

Ye Xing walked along the passage to the front of the red list, followed by Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Feng Xingtong.

"Holy crap, what kind of devilish showdown is this?"

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his gaze quickly sweeping across the list.

The general matchup situation hasn't changed much: Zhang Chulan vs. Tang Wenlong, and Feng Baobao vs. Xiao Xiao.

Zhang Chulan continued to shift his gaze to the right, looking at the three characters next to Ye Xing's name, and muttered to himself.

“Deng Youfu… Brother Ye, I remember this person. I met him when I went into the mountains. He is a disciple of a shaman from Northeast China. He seems to be able to summon spirits to possess people.”

"Invoking a deity?"

Ye Xing yawned, not taking it seriously at all.

"They're just some wild spirits that have become sentient, like foxes, weasels, white foxes, willows, and gray foxes. They're not gods. They're just unlucky to have met me."

"Xing Tong, who is your opponent?" Zhang Chulan turned his head and asked.

Feng Xingtong stood on the far right, staring intently at a corner of the list, her expression completely frozen, gradually turning pale.

Ye Xing turned his head and saw the name on it.

Feng Xingtong versus Wang Bing.

Ye Xing cursed the damn butterfly effect in his heart. Originally, this duel was supposed to take place in the quarterfinals, but now that Feng Xingtong's opponent had become his, he could only face Wang Bing ahead of time.

Feng Xingtong let out a long breath, turned his head, and forced a bitter smile as he looked at Ye Xing and the others.

"Looks like my luck isn't so good."

"Go on stage tomorrow and admit defeat immediately."

Ye Xing patted Feng Xingtong on the shoulder, "I'll take care of him for you later."

Feng Xingtong stood there, stunned. Ever since learning the details of the Spirit Binding and Commanding system, the Feng family had been at odds with the Wang family. The Spirit Binding and Commanding system between the two families was an inescapable deadlock.

He couldn't get over the idea of ​​surrendering without a fight.

Ye Xing could clearly see the struggle on Feng Xingtong's face. He originally didn't want to get involved, but this kid was stubborn and wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

A strong medicine is needed.

"Xingtong, I have two questions for you."

Ye Xing abandoned his usual carefree attitude.

Feng Xingtong raised his head.

"First, are any of the spirits you possess extremely important to you?"

Feng Xingtong nodded. To him, Grandpa Zizhong had long transcended the realm of a tool; he was a relative who had watched him grow up since childhood.

"Second, can you accept that because you forced your way onto the stage and acted tough, your most important spirit would be devoured on the spot, ultimately resulting in your soul being scattered and destroyed?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingtong shuddered violently. His eyes widened and his breathing became extremely rapid.

He had never imagined that the Spirit Control Technique would involve "spirit devouring," but Ye Xing's words just now reminded him once again, directly striking at the deepest, most hidden fear in his heart.

[Feng Xingtong was detected to have experienced intense fear and lingering dread; her emotional value has increased by 80!]

[Detected that Feng Xingtong felt shocked and relieved; Emotional value +60!]

Zhang Chulan stood aside, unusually refraining from interrupting.