Ye Jian clenched his fists, and the air around him suddenly fluctuated, and a powerful force gathered in Ye Jian's palm.

"Because this war has delayed so long, it's time to return to the sect."

...

Three days later, on the vast plain, the black wind and horse neighed, kicked and stepped far away, leaving behind dust along the way.

And on the back of the horse, a pretty boy sat upright.

The boy's face was quite cold, with sharpness hidden between his eyebrows. No matter how the black wind horse ran around under his crotch, his body did not shake at all.

The boy rushed to Nanluo Sect from his home.

Three days ago, Ye Jian said goodbye to his parents and rushed to Nanluo Sect alone.

As for Ye Xuan and other younger generations of the Ye family, they were left by Ye Mantian for no other reason. The Ye family was recognized by Zhao State and the royal family of the Kingdom of Sweats, so naturally many forces were indispensable to visiting them.

Younger generations such as Ye Xuan were taking advantage of this opportunity to turn their backs on the other hand, which could indirectly win corresponding status for them in their respective sects in the future. On the other hand, it could help them travel around the world in the future and avoid a lot of trouble.

Ye Wentian meant to let Ye Jian stay together, but Ye Jian flatly refused.

Ye Jian pursues the ultimate martial arts in this life, and the ups and downs of martial arts are even stronger and there are many challenges.

Ye Wentian wanted to use his reputation to provide corresponding protection for Ye Jian in the future, but this was definitely not what Ye Jian wanted.

So Ye Jian said goodbye to everyone and rushed towards Nanluo Sect alone.

As they galloped all the way, they occasionally encountered a few warriors who were also rushing to the road, but these people were wary of Ye Jian, so Ye Jian was not so stupid that he was misunderstood.

Six days later, when the dawn of the morning shone again, Ye Jian finally arrived at the foot of Nanluo Zong Mountain.

Nanluo Sect still stood on the top of Yunduan Mountains as usual.

Because the Yunduan Mountains are too high, many of the buildings in the southern Luo Sect seem to be built on the clouds, giving people a feeling of a fairyland.

Ye Jian drove the Black Wind Horse slowly up the mountain road.

When the Black Wind Horse arrived halfway up the mountain, his ears moved slightly, but Ye Jian stopped.

Swish!

As soon as his body stopped, two figures dressed in the inner disciples of the Nanluo Sect flashed directly in the dense forests on both sides.

Ye Jian tied the horse's reins and showed no horror, because as soon as he stepped into this place, he had already noticed the two disciples of the Nanluo Sect who were hiding in the dark.

As soon as the two mountain guards appeared, they landed directly in front of Ye Jian, staring at Ye Jian in front of him with a solemn expression.

Ye Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and found that among the two mountain guards, one on the left was a young man in the early stage of Ningzhen Realm who was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the one on the right was an older middle stage of Ningzhen Realm who was two older.

The two looked at Ye Jian at each other. After discovering Ye Jian's peak cultivation level, they immediately frowned, but there was a hint of undetectable strange look in their eyes.

After knowing Ye Jian's cultivation level, the inner disciple of the early stage of Condensation Realm on the left raised his eyebrows, and a hint of arrogance flashed slightly on his face. His footsteps moved slightly and he stood up directly.

"Is the person coming here a disciple of Nanluo Sect?"

The voice came from his throat, with a tone of disdain.

Ye Jian's face did not show any surprise. He saw the disdain for the young man in his heart.

When Ye Jian gently wiped the space ring on his right hand with his left hand, a white light flashed, and a bronze token appeared directly in his hand.

Without any hesitation, Ye Jian directly threw the Nanluo Sect identity token to the young man ahead.

"snort!"

Seeing that Ye Jian did not dismount, a hint of unhappiness flashed on the young man's face, but his right hand did not stop at all. With a light move, he directly grabbed Ye Jian's identity token into his hand.

After a simple glance, the young man then took out a thick list of flowers from his space ring.

"Ye Jian, a new disciple of Nanluo Sect, is the seventh level of martial artist."

When the young man said this, his brows frowned slightly unconsciously. After scanning Ye Jian's cultivation level again and confirming that Ye Jian's cultivation level was indeed the peak of a warrior, his brows frowned even deeper.

Another mountain guard disciple from the middle stage of Ningzhen Realm behind the young man also frowned when he heard this.

More than a month ago, my cultivation level was still the seventh level of warrior, but now I have reached the peak of warriors, and I have jumped three levels in the middle.

The two mountain guards frowned. After a long time, after the young man in the early stage of the Condensation Realm read all the information about Ye Jian, he immediately raised his eyes, and a hint of suspicion appeared in his eyes.

"Are you really Ye Jian?"

"If you want to change it."

Ye Jian touched his nose lightly and replied softly.

"Since you are Ye Jian, do you know that you have surpassed the given date of return of the sect?"

For some reason, the young man looked at Ye Jian, especially when he knew that Ye Jian's cultivation level had been raised from the seventh level of the warrior to the peak of the warrior in more than a month. Inexplicably, there was a mass of energy in his heart. He said with a cold look on his face.

"Know."

Ye Jian replied softly.

"Since you know, let's go to the law enforcement hall."

The young man said, confiscating Ye Jian's identity token directly, and at the same time, the early pressure of the Condensation Realm on his body was released, instantly stimulating the Black Wind Horse under Ye Jian's crotch.

hiss!

The black wind horse was frightened, and a long neighed, raised its hooves and almost threw Ye Jian down.

"Let's go."

Ye Jian didn't want to be troublesome, so he jumped off the black wind horse and walked over.

"You are still cooperating. If you intend to resist just now, I will let you know the power of the realm of Condensation."

After the young man was slightly stunned, he immediately spoke sarcastically.

Ye Jian really didn't know why the young man in front of him was so squeezing him. However, Ye Jian was unwilling to have a dispute with him. After all, Ye Jian could kill several people with one sword.

The young man whispered a few words to his mid-stage companion in Ning Zhen Realm behind him, and then walked towards the Nanluo Sect with Ye Jian.

Unlike when they left, the Nanluo Sect is much more lively now. There are disciples wandering around everywhere in the sect, either alone or in groups of three or five, but they are all telling the competition in the Nanluo Sect.

"Senior brother, is the sect competition over?"

Ye Jian asked out of curiosity, immediately out of his inquisition to Qing Young Voice who was leading the way forward.

"The competition among outer disciples has entered the final ranking competition."

Perhaps because Ye Jian called him "Senior Brother", the young man's inexplicable resistance to Ye Jian improved slightly, but he was still unforgivable.

"Hmph! I know what you are thinking. You must think that you were late and failed to catch up with the sect competition. Otherwise, you will definitely win a good ranking later, right?"

Ye Jian raised his head slightly, and it seemed that the young man with a confident face in front of him had his lips slightly opened. He was about to speak up and refute, but he was directly ignored by the young man.

"Hmph! Although your peak martial arts cultivation is at the top among outer disciples, it is more difficult to win a ranking in the outer disciple competition than to climb to the sky."

The young man paused, and then said to himself,

"You may not know yet that this class is really perverted. Seven outer disciples have advanced to the realm of Condensation at once, and several of them are outrageously strong, and even I am not an opponent."

The young man muttered, then took Ye Jian directly toward the Nanluo Sect Law Enforcement Hall.

After listening to the young man's narration, Ye Jian's eyes flashed slightly,

"Seven or eight?"

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the square in the outer door area from a distance. At this moment, there were people everywhere, and bursts of cheers continued to burst into pieces.

The Law Enforcement Hall is located at the corner of the outer gate area. The young man took Ye Jian through the crowd and entered the hall directly.

At this moment, the law enforcement hall was quiet, and the atmosphere seemed extremely solemn and strict.

Ye Jian stood quietly under the steps, waiting for a gray-haired old man above to speak, while the mountain guard disciple who had led Ye Jian in before left directly.

"This person's cultivation level is definitely in the Transformation Realm, so I don't know if it is the early stage or the middle stage?"

Ye Jian quietly investigated the volatile old man above and finally came to the conclusion.

The gray-haired old man never raised his head, so Ye Jian had to stand quietly below and wait.

After a long time, the gray-haired old man above finally finished reading the scroll in his hand, gently placed it aside, and then his eyes swept around Ye Jian with a faint look.

Suddenly, Ye Jian seemed to feel two bone-clearing knives wandering around him, shaving out all the hidden secrets.

The gray-haired old man carefully glanced at Ye Jian a few times, then withdrew his gaze, his expression was in an ancient well, but no one saw it, but there was a slight gleam in the old man's eyes at this moment.

"I am the criminal elder of Nanluo Sect. You little kid asked for a month and a half off from the sect, but now you have returned from the deadline. What do you have to say?"

The old man's voice was not filled with emotion, and even a little cold. For a moment, the temperature in the hall dropped a little bit.

"Young man has nothing to say."

Ye Jian bowed slightly without any excuses.

"As the saying goes, no rules cannot be achieved. Our Nanluo Sect is a major sect, and we should do this more."

When the gray-haired old man saw Ye Jian, he nodded immediately and said with a little admiration.

"Since you have nothing to say, I will punish you for violating the sect rules. Are you willing to accept it?"

"Let the elders' hair fall."
To be continued...