This boy is indeed identified.

  He is one of the nine major families, the son of the Qing family master, named Qing Xuantian.

  "Xuantian, why are you certain that the appearance of this demon in Yuanzhou is related to the Yuan family?"

  A middle-aged man asked Qingxuantian.

  It turned out that the reminder to the leader of the Demon-Suppressing Sect was not a guess by the middle-aged man, but rather a guess by Qingxuan Tian.

  "Just a guess," said Qing Xuan Tian.

  He was very calm, even somewhat indifferent, and although his face was young, his demeanor and eyes did not have the naivety and innocence of a child, but rather an unfathomable depth.

  Facing such a Qing Xuan Tian, the middle-aged man just smiled lightly.

  He is Qing Xuan Tian's uncle and has been watching him grow up since he was a child.

  Qīng Xuán Tiān had been different from ordinary people since birth, so he was very clear that the boy in front of him, who was not yet eleven years old, couldn't be compared to children of the same age.

  Because he is a genius, a real genius.

  "Uncle, you go back."

  Suddenly, Qing Xuan Tian said.

  Just hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned, and then asked: "Xuantian, what did you say?"

  "Uncle, you go back, I'll handle this thing myself," Qing Xuan Tian said.

  "Xuántiān, what kind of joke are you playing? You asked me to bring you here, didn't you want me to protect you?" the middle-aged man asked.

  "It's not that, I told Uncle about this matter, wanting Uncle to take me out of the city. After all, it's my own words, my father won't let me go." Qing Xuan Tian said.

  Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man realized that Qing Xuan Tian had only used his identity to leave the city.

  The middle-aged man didn't show any sign of blame, but instead showed concern and said: "Xuān Tiān, I've already figured out the purpose of your trip. That thing is a legendary object, if it really exists, it's extremely dangerous. You're going alone, how can I be at ease?"

  "Uncle, I was wrong," Qing Xuan Tian said.

  "Huh?" The middle-aged man looked puzzled upon hearing this, unable to understand why Qing Xuan Tian would say such a thing.

  Whoosh——

  In the next moment, Qing Xuan Tian suddenly made his move. One of his small hands was facing the middle-aged man's shoulder and slapped it.

  His small hands looked so tender and no different from those of ordinary children.

  At this moment, he pushed out with his small hand, and even the air was violently trembling.

  Even in the eyes of middle-aged men, a hint of terror emerged.

  Facing the attack of Qing Xuan Tian, the middle-aged man also did not dare to have any slight movement.

  Only under his feet, a violent gust of wind rose, its speed was extremely fast, only to see his footsteps take a step back, and his body shape turned sideways.

  Qing Xuan's palm strike was dodged by the middle-aged man.

  However, when the middle-aged man dodged this palm, he saw that Qingxuantian's wrist turned, and his palm swept towards the middle-aged man horizontally.

  This time, it was faster, and the middle-aged man didn't even have time to dodge.

  With a loud "bang", the middle-aged man was blown out several meters away.

  "Xuān Tiān, you..."

  A middle-aged man fell to the ground, covering his shoulder with his hand, looking at Qing Xuan Tian in surprise.

  "Uncle, you can't even protect yourself, how are you going to protect me?" Qing Xuan Tian asked.

  "Haha, Xuantian, I really didn't expect it, you actually took a step ahead of me and entered the Xuanwu Realm."

  "It's as if heaven wants to prosper our Qing dynasty, it's as if heaven wants our Qing dynasty to rise."

  A middle-aged man suddenly burst out laughing excitedly.

  He was at the ninth level of Yuan Wu, and had been stuck in this realm for five years without being able to break through.

  As far as he knew, Qing Xuan Tian was still the fifth rank of Yuan Wu half a year ago.

  But now, Qing Xuan Tian is no longer in Yuan Wu Realm, he has already stepped into Xuan Wu Realm.

  To know, Qing Xuan Tian was not even eleven years old yet.

  Normally, one can start practicing martial arts at the age of ten. It's absolutely impossible to enter the Xuanwu Realm at eleven years old. Being able to reach the third level of Lingwu is already quite impressive.

  But Qing Xuan Tian had actually stepped into the Xu Wu Realm, a realm that even he couldn't enter before. What kind of genius was this? This was simply unimaginable, and if it were to be spread out, no one would believe it.

  "Xuān Tiān, when did you enter the Xuān Wǔ realm?" The middle-aged man came to Qián Xuān Tiān's front and asked excitedly.

  "It's just stepped in." Qing Xuan Tian said lightly.

  He remained indifferent, as if the man in front of him was not his relative.

  Facing such an indifferent Qingxuan Tian, the middle-aged man didn't have a single bit of blame. Qingxuan Tian had been like this since he was young, except for his parents, he treated others with indifference, and he had long gotten used to it.

  "Uncle, you go back, I want to handle this matter myself," Qing Xuan Tian said.

  "Just, if you were to meet with a mishap, I wouldn't be able to answer to your father," said the middle-aged man.

  "In that case, I can only leave you behind." Qing Xuan Tian said this and immediately turned around, then quickly ran forward.

  This time, under the feet of Qing Xuan Tian, a burst of lightning appeared, and his speed was as fast as lightning, flashing across the plain in an instant. Ordinary people couldn't even see his shadow.

  Seeing this situation, the middle-aged man hurriedly lifted his legs and chased after him.

  His legs were wrapped in whirlwinds, a kind of body skill that could increase speed and was the most powerful body skill mastered by middle-aged men.

  He wanted to catch up with Qing Xuan Tian, and he had to catch up with Qing Xuan Tian. Otherwise... He was really afraid that something unexpected would happen to Qing Xuan Tian. No matter how talented, Qing Xuan Tian was still just a child after all.

  Alas, he couldn't catch up with Qingxuantian at all, and instead was left further and further behind by him.

  At last, he could no longer sense even the aura of Qingxuantian, let alone find any trace of him.

  "This child, how can he be so careless?"

  At this moment, the middle-aged man looked dejected.

  The innate talent of Qing Xuan Tian is simply unprecedented and unmatched, it is the hope for the rise of our family.

  If something unexpected happens to Qing Xuan Tian, he fears that even if he dies, he will still be unable to obtain forgiveness from the Qing family.

  "I hope that legend is false and that thing doesn't exist."

  A middle-aged man said in a low voice.

  At this moment, he can only pin his hopes on the fact that the legend is false.

  If that legendary object really exists, then Qing Xuan Tian going alone would be truly dangerous.