"one person?"
The old man's tone rose three times: "Since when can even one person stand on top of our Yuwen family and shit!
What have you developed the Yuwen family into during the forty years I have been sleeping? ! "
Those members of the Huangfu family were shaking like chaff, kneeling on the ground and trembling.
After scolding for a long time, the old man asked in a deep voice: "Who is that person? What is his strength?"
"Reporting to my ancestor, that boy's name is Ye Hong.
In terms of strength, the Ximen family said he had the ancient martial arts realm. "
"Ancient Dao Martial Realm."
The old man murmured a few times and suddenly asked: "Since the Ximen family is willing to provide information, why don't we help deal with this man named Ye Hong?"
"Reporting to our ancestors, the Ximen family is being dragged down by the temple and cannot escape."
"Tsk! Temple! I haven't heard this name for forty years, and it's still as annoying as ever!"
The old man seemed not to want to hear the name Temple, so he waved his hand irritably and said: "Go, give me all the information about Ye Hong.
Even such wild cats and dogs dare to bully my Yuwen family. They haven’t left the coffin for forty years. It seems that the ancient martial arts world has forgotten the reputation of my [Kongshan Corpse Path] Yuwen Zuoye! "
The next day, the formation discussion of the Yanguo University Archeology Alliance was still held at Beijing University.
The protagonist of this meeting is not a student.
The meeting was attended by all famous scholars, professors and experts in the archaeological field.
Even Ye Hong heard that people from the temple would send people to attend this meeting.
To Ye Hong's surprise, Liu Zhaoxi was also at the meeting.
However, it was obvious that yesterday's incident had a severe impact on Liu Zhaoxi, and he still looked depressed.
The moment he saw Ye Hong, the culprit who caused all this, Liu Zhaoxi turned his head angrily as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father.
Ye Hong didn't pay attention to this person and began to observe other people attending the meeting.
Including him, there were about ten people invited here today.
But these ten people represent the authoritative voices of most of the archaeological community.
When Ye Hong looked at other people, he also became the focus of everyone's observation.
Of course, everyone was very curious about Ye Hong, the youngest person in the room.
"Ahem."
The first person on the left side of the conference table, an old man with white hair and beard, coughed twice, attracting all the attention.
"Everyone here must know me, so I won't introduce myself much."
The old man laughed at himself and said calmly: "Today's discussion will be hosted by the representative of the temple. When he comes later, we can start."
Ye Hong looked at the empty main seat and was a little curious about who the temple would send.
According to the intelligence collected by Ye Hong in advance, this self-deprecating old man was no ordinary person.
He is the dean of the School of Archeology of Kyoto University and the vice president of Kyoto University. He is a true veteran figure in the archaeological field - Lei Ming.
Even Lei Ming could only resign himself to the position of inferiority. It was obvious that the person sent by the temple this time was very unusual.
Five minutes later, sonorous and powerful footsteps entered the conference room.
To most people's surprise, this was a rather young man.
He was in his early twenties, with a sharp-edged face filled with a chilling air.
An iron-blooded aura that can only be cultivated in the military made the air freeze a bit.
Ye Hong opened his mouth in shock.
He knows this person!
(End of chapter)