Chapter 323 Han Zixian cursed in the street, and Ye Futu showed up to meet him!

A blow!

A heavy blow!

When Ye Wutian's words fell into Wen Taiji's ears, it was like an arc of electricity that went straight through his eardrum!

His whole head was about to explode!

Wen Taiji, like half crazy, watched the changes in the surrounding courtyard without blinking!

The flowers were blooming like a brocade!

It was like autumn outside the courtyard!

It was like spring inside the courtyard!

However, the scene in the courtyard was all at the cost of Wen Taiji's lifelong skills, and such a change appeared!

His own skills...

Ye Wutian didn't even look down on them, but gave them to these flowers and plants in the courtyard?

For a while, Wen Taiji laughed crazily.

"Ha! Hahahaha..."

and sometimes screamed in fear.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!!"

Wen Taiji found it difficult to accept such a fact.

What was even more difficult to accept was that in the blink of an eye, he had become an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary!

There was not a single cent of the true energy left in Li.

It was like a person with tremendous wealth, but in the blink of an eye, he became a beggar on the street and despised by everyone, including himself!

This was simply more painful than killing him!

But look at Han Zixian and others.

Han Zixian stared at the scene in amazement.

Chu Tianxing, who was only one step away from entering the seventh realm, was killed by his own son's breath!

Wen Taiji, who was like a legend in the world, had his life's work destroyed by his own son with one palm!

Quite like that man's style!

No!

The disciple is better than the master! Even

worse than the master!

Ridiculous!

For so many years, he was unwilling to meet him in order to protect his son!

He was afraid that the enemy behind him would implicate him!

Now it seems...

he has grown up! He

is strong enough to look down on the world!

But look at Guo Zhizhu at this moment.

At the scene...

except Chu Tianxing who had been killed by Ye Wutan, no one knew Wen Taiji's strength better than Guo Zhizhu!

Now, Wen Taiji was destroyed by Ye Wutan?

"Protect the country? Hahahaha!!! Protect the country??? Those who protected the country in the past dynasties! Which one had a good ending? Be a hero, die, be a tyrant, live! In the end, who is not for himself? Who is not for himself?!!!"

A hint of icy color flashed in Ye Wutan's eyes.

"Back then, I put so many Xuanmiao Pills and Kaimai Pills in the medicine storehouse, hoping that one day, all the soldiers of Dragon Country would enter the martial arts world! In this way, Dragon Country will no longer be humiliated by foreigners!"

"But you are so good, just for you, you let the soldiers of Dragon Country endure the bullying of the martial arts world! You are the only one who has achieved the Tao, but you regard the people of Dragon Country as dogs in trouble! With such behavior, how can you be a hero? You are not even as good as a dog!"

Wen Taiji still argued with Ye Wutan like a madman.

"Look at the history of Dragon Country! Is there any dynasty that has lasted for more than 800 years? Do you know why? All living beings are straw dogs, and one person can achieve Taoism and become an immortal with all living beings as fields. This is an ironclad fact! Why can't it work for me?"

Ye Wutan said only one sentence.

"Because this generation has me, Ye Wutan! In my life, I have only cultivated one path, no path for myself, no path for heaven, I only hope that everyone can be like the dragon path!"

Wen Taiji sneered coldly.

"You little brat! How old are you? I am sure that one day, your ridiculous innocent heart will be covered with dust!"

Ye Wutan sneered and said nothing more to Wen Taiji. They

are not on the same level. There is

no point in talking more!

Then, Ye Wutan asked coldly.

"Let me ask you, why did you suddenly come here to kneel and kowtow to me just now?"

After saying this, Wen Taiji quickly calmed down.

However, he did not kowtow to Ye Wutan again, but a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

In a word, Wen Taiji is not afraid of anyone now!

Anyway, all his cultivation is lost! A fate worse

than death!

Wen Taiji laughed at Ye Wutan.

"You want to know? I won't tell you! What if you have a heaven-defying cultivation? You will eventually be thwarted by worldly family affection! You want thousands of families to have lights and everyone to be like a dragon? Then just go ahead!"

"Why didn't that person meet you? Humph, when you live to my age, you will know! The Dragon Kingdom will be destroyed and you will die!"

"Not many years left! Not many years left! The building will collapse! The way of heaven will be destroyed!! Even if he is like a giant Buddha and has a nine-zhang golden body, it is difficult to stop the trend!"

Although Wen Taiji did not reveal Ye Futu's name, he did not explain the doubts to Ye Wutan.

But at this moment, Han Zixian suddenly set her eyes on the palm of Wen Taiji's hand that was injured by the sword.

With just one glance, Han Zixian understood everything.

With just one glance, Han Zixian...

burst into tears!

A sentence came out of her mouth.

"He, is really still alive!?"

This statement was like a cloud of fog to Ye Wutian and others.

No one understood who Han Zixian was talking about!

Ye Wutian turned around and looked at Han Zixian, and asked doubtfully.

"Who is the he you are talking about?"

Han Zixian cried and cursed.

"Of course it's your heartless father! That son of a bitch doesn't want to see me or you, so what can you do if you know his whereabouts?"

"..."

Ye Wutan didn't expect that his biological mother would curse people, so he asked tentatively.

"Ye Futu?"

Han Zixian was surprised.

"How...how did you know his name?"

Ye Wutan said softly.

"I heard it from someone."

Han Zixian's face was cold.

"You don't need to ask too much about that son of a bitch, whether he lives or dies! We don't need to care! You, my silly mother, have done enough for him over the years! Besides, I have you now, why should I care about what he does?"

At this point, Han Zixian seemed to have thought of something clearly, and the look she gave Ye Wutan suddenly became complicated, and her tone was full of resentment, and she snorted coldly.

"Humph! You are such a heartless person. You must have seen him before, right? Otherwise, where did your cultivation come from?"

Ye Wutan frowned when he heard this.

He subconsciously glanced at the old well under the roof in the yard.

Doubts continued in his mind.

Could it be that even his biological mother didn't know the secret under the old well?

But at this moment, a voice came from nowhere, but only reached Ye Wutan's ears.

"In this world, only three people can enter this well a thousand meters below. I count as one, you count as one, and my little grandson counts as half! So, my son, don't worry about it!"

Hearing this, Ye Wutan's eyes widened and he disappeared instantly.

The place he landed on was actually the top of the tallest building in the imperial capital.

And the person standing in front of him...

was not the middle-aged monk who had killed the Dragon Alliance's fortune teller with one hand, who else could it be?