This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He had previously felt that Junior Brother Wang seemed to care a lot about Mingyue, but he hadn't thought much of it.

Now it seems that this kid has been secretly in love for a long time.

However, looking at Mingyue's aloof expression, Qingfeng couldn't help but feel worried for Wang Yangming.

After that dramatic change in her life, Mingyue's personality changed drastically. She became taciturn and rarely revealed her innermost thoughts to anyone.

He single-mindedly pursued the path of cultivation, without any distractions.

If things continue like this, Junior Brother Wang will likely end up in a situation where "the king is willing, but the goddess is not."

As an outsider, Qingfeng couldn't say much about such matters. He only hoped that Mingyue would try not to hurt Junior Brother Wang too much in the future.

Before we knew it, the end times had arrived.

Yang Haotian, the master of Fuyang Manor, leaped up from under the north-facing corridor, covering more than ten zhang in one step, soaring over the heads of the wandering warriors in the square, and landing steadily on the central high platform.

This display of exquisite lightness skill immediately drew cheers from all the martial arts heroes present.

"As expected of a senior expert, Master Yang's cultivation level is probably close to the Grandmaster realm, isn't it?"

There is a common saying in the martial arts world: those who practice martial arts in the fourth realm are called Grand Martial Masters, those in the fifth realm are generally called Junior Grandmasters, and only those in the sixth realm are true Grandmasters.

As for those experts at the seventh realm, they are called Grandmasters.

Legend has it that there is another realm above the seventh realm, called the Martial Arts Abyss, also known as the Martial God Realm. However, legends are just legends, and whether they actually exist remains unknown.

"It should be soon. Ten years ago, the Yang family lord and the Ba Dao Sect lord had a battle. Those who watched at the time could tell that the two were at the peak of the fifth realm. Now, ten years have passed, and even if they haven't broken through to the Grandmaster realm, they should be close to it."

The square was abuzz with discussion, and everyone looked at Yang Haotian with deep respect.

The fifth realm is called "Minor Grandmaster." Don't be fooled by the word "minor." In the martial arts world, this level is a true giant. After all, there are countless martial artists in the martial arts world, but masters who have reached the fourth realm are already extremely rare, let alone the fifth realm.

Yang Haotian was over fifty years old, but he looked only in his early forties. If it weren't for the strand of white hair at his temples, you could easily mistake him for someone in his thirties.

He remained calm and composed amidst the praise from the audience, displaying an extraordinary demeanor; his appearance alone suggested he was an upright person.

He raised his hand and gestured for silence, instantly silencing the noisy hall.

Yang Haotian smiled slightly, then bowed to the surroundings and said:

"It is an honor for Fuyang Manor to have all the heroes and valiant individuals come from afar to this grand martial arts gathering. I, Yang Haotian, a junior martial artist, would like to express my gratitude to you all. If there is anything the manor has done in a poor manner, please forgive me..."

Yang Haotian started by saying some polite and respectful words, and the people in the audience were very accommodating and echoed his sentiments.

After finishing the pleasantries, Yang Haotian changed his tone, revealing a more expert-like aura.

"As mentioned beforehand, since this is a martial arts gathering, and everyone here is a martial artist, we all understand the principle that swords and blades have no eyes."

"If any injury occurs on stage later, regardless of whether it was intentional or not, you must not pursue the matter afterward, otherwise you will be going against my Fuyang Manor."

Does anyone have any objections?

Upon hearing this, the audience exchanged glances, finally sensing a hint of urgency.

Even if one is somewhat timid, no one would stand up to voice their opposition in this setting.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Yang Haotian stopped talking nonsense.

He announced loudly, "The conference begins!"

Anyone who is interested can come up on stage and compete.

After saying that, Yang Haotian used his lightness skill to fly down from the high platform and landed steadily in the elegant room in the middle of the second floor of the corridor.

Qingfeng turned his head to look in the direction of Yang Haotian and indeed found that the prince named Jiang Wei was also sitting in the central private room.

Perhaps only he was qualified to be accompanied by the master of Fuyang Manor, a veteran martial arts master who was renowned throughout the martial arts world.

Qingfeng didn't rush to do anything, but instead sat down to drink tea and watch the martial arts competition.

After Yang Haotian left, no one else came up to the platform in the center of the square.

No matter what, everyone still maintained a certain level of reserve.

A dozen or so breaths later, a rough voice rang out from the crowd.

"Since no one is going to step forward, I'll be the first to do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd stirred and parted to both sides.

A tall, burly man, shirtless, carrying a short hammer, strode out.

When the people around saw this person appear, they couldn't help but guess that he might be a skilled fighter. Judging from his physique, he must also follow the path of external martial arts.

The burly man came to the platform and jumped, landing steadily on the platform.

He then turned to the crowd below the stage and chuckled:

"The Iron Ox of Mashan, wielding the divine hammer, is here! Which hero is willing to step forward and offer his guidance?"

In the private room, as the man introduced himself like a storyteller, Wang Jingshu's eyes lit up.

This seems to be the martial arts world she imagined.

Wang Yangming and Qingfeng also became more interested. They were all young and naturally very curious to see such a scene for the first time.

"Ye Chengfeng of the Ye Family Boxing School in Gu County, I'd like to learn from your superior skills."

As they were talking, a young man flipped himself up and, with agile movements, leaped onto the high platform, standing steadily opposite Tie Niu.

In terms of movement alone, the young man named Ye Chengfeng was much more agile and graceful than Tie Niu, making him a pleasure to watch.

Sure enough, people started talking behind his back after he introduced himself.

"So you're a disciple of the Ye family from Gu County. I heard that Ye Liuyun, the head of the Ye family's martial arts school, is already a Grand Martial Arts Master?"

"A disciple of the Ye family must possess some skill..."

Tie Niu had obviously never heard of the Ye family before. Seeing Ye Chengfeng's thin figure with slender arms and legs, he immediately felt a bit contemptuous.

He raised his iron fist and laughed:

"Young man, why aren't you carrying a weapon?"

Ye Chengfeng smiled faintly and said:

"No need."

These two words instantly enraged Tie Niu, who thought the other party was looking down on him.

He roared: "Arrogant!"

Then he attacked with a hammer.

As the hammer struck, Ye Chengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face.

With just a slight movement of his foot, he stepped back.

The hammer missed its target and crashed directly onto the high platform.

"clang..."

A loud bang was heard, and those standing nearby could even feel a slight vibration.

Everyone couldn't help but think to themselves: What incredible strength!

Tie Niu, enraged by his failed attack, began to furiously swing his hammer and smash wildly.

Ye Chengfeng kept his hands behind his back and moved nimbly, no matter how his opponent attacked, they could never touch the hem of his clothes.

Only then did everyone realize that although Tie Niu was born with superhuman strength, he was just a brute with brute force and mediocre martial arts skills. He was just a third-rate brute who dared to call himself "Ma Shan Divine Hammer".

Iron Bull's relentless attacks failed, and he was already panting heavily.

He looked at Ye Chengfeng angrily and said:

"What kind of hero are you if you only know how to hide?"

Ye Chengfeng paused, then smiled and said:

"Okay, as you wish."

As he spoke, he lunged forward, his entire arm like a viper's forked tongue, coiling around Tie Niu's iron hammer and grabbing his wrist. Without any apparent movement, he simply twisted his waist slightly and shouted:

"Let go..."

The iron hammer in Tie Niu's hand fell directly to the ground.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Ye Chengfeng pushed Tie Niu, who rolled off the platform.

The fact that the outcome was decided in a single move immediately drew cheers from the audience.

Tie Niu was honest and straightforward. Knowing that he was not as skilled as others, he silently took the iron hammer that Ye Chengfeng handed him and went back into the crowd.

"Tch, a divine hammer? I think it's more like hype."

In the private room, Wang Jingshu picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, glanced sideways at the high platform, and said disdainfully.