Yang Ji's tone was very arrogant, but only those with high strength on the martial arts competition were qualified to be arrogant, otherwise they would be stupid and arrogant. After the competition, no one felt that Ou Ze's calmness and calmness was incompetent, because Yang Ji's attack did not even touch the corner of his clothes after three minutes.

Every move is predicted by Ou Ze in advance and blocked. Textbook-like defense gives Yang Jikong a lot of skills, but he can't play half of his usual level. This is the magic of Kung Fu. It doesn't mean that if you are tall and have amazing strength, you will definitely be able to defeat a weak person.

There are countless examples of weak defeating strong defeating large ones. Ouze is slightly inferior to Yang Ji in martial arts, but his overall overall strength is far superior to Yang Ji. Whether in terms of mentality or tactics, Ouze's performance made many people in the audience clapping.

Yang Ji's more anxious as he fights, and when he is anxious, he will reveal his flaws and give him a chance. Ouze is a person who is good at giving me opportunities. Yang Ji put Ouze very tightly in his rage. No matter how hard Ouze exerts his strength, he cannot get rid of the other party. From the current point of view, the situation of victory or defeat is still unclear.

But just when Yang Ji forced Ou Ze into a dead corner and almost attacked him out of the line, Ou Ze made a seemingly weak move in the narrow space. Yang Ji didn't take it seriously at all. He grabbed Ou Ze's throat with his hands in claws. Suddenly, after Ou Ze's seemingly womb-like punch, Yang Ji was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards more than three meters away. My beautiful master 442

Yang Ji heard the sound of a broken bone coming from his chest, but what was even more terrifying was that he fell outside the cordon and lost the entire game directly.

Wow...

The people at the scene gasped and found that the competition could be compared like this. Ouze defeated the strong with the weak completely overturned everyone's perception. Most people thought that Ouze was just lucky, but some ancient martial arts sects did not think so, and they attached more and more importance to Maoshan.

"Maoshan, majestic!" Ou Ze stroked his right hand and bowed to us. Maoshan's majestic slogan once again sounded on the Jinding Sword Competition. I dare not say that, but it must be unprecedented. This time, the Maoshan Sect is destined to be the brightest new star.

In the eyes of outsiders, the victory was too simple and had a great luck. In fact, it was not the case. The competition was in a turbulent tide and crises were everywhere. If you were not careful, you would have died or injured. If Ouze had not done a lot of investigation in advance, he would not have won so easily today.

Today is destined to be the day of Maoshan Yang Wei.

Chen Qiang's performance in the second game once again shocked the spectators. Leng Wei fought with Dabudan, but he still failed to save the defeat. In less than ten minutes, Chen Qiang won Maoshan's second victory today, and Maoshan's mighty slogan rang again.

At the beginning, the sects we met were ecstatic and thought they were lucky and drew the weakest opponent. But now, from our Maoshan performance, it was not us who were lucky, but our opponent!

Maoshan also became the most eye-catching dark horse in this year's Golden Top Sword Contest. In the next three days of competition, experts emerged one after another. Jin Xiaopang and Wang Meng encountered great challenges. Jin Xiaopang and his opponent were in a stalemate for more than half an hour on the competition stage. The two played until they had no strength and finally had the first draw.

Wang Meng barely defeated his opponent at the cost of being seriously injured. The Maoshan disciples insisted on leaving a deep impression on everyone, which was much beyond the expectations of the organizer Laoshan School, and was very different from their prior plans.

I played the last game of Maoshan by myself. The opponent was Yang Feiyang, the first young master of the Laoshan School. This battle did not show the intense scene of Mars hitting the earth as everyone imagined. It looked ordinary. No matter how powerful Yang Feiyang performed, I could always be a little stronger than him.

He is weak, I am weak, and he is stronger, I am stronger!

Under this strange momentum, Yang Feiyang lost in a frustration. All of us came to watch the game in this game, and even Ouyang Xuan came, but he was always carried by Ou Ze.

I also shouted the loudest slogan of Maoshan in their way of victory: "Maoshan is mighty!"

The people in Laoshan were covered with dark clouds, and the Longmendao Sect and the Danding Sect were also in deep thought. After the preliminary round, none of the three sects entered the rematch.

The next day, Laoshan suddenly announced a change in the competition system. They skipped the rematch and went directly to the final, as if they wanted to end this Golden Top Sword Contest as soon as possible.

In the evening, after helping Jin Xiaopang and Wang Meng treat their injuries, Wang Yi sent someone to invite me over. I did what she asked me to do. Laoshan was forced to jump over the wall by us. As for whether there was a bigger conspiracy hidden behind it, I am afraid that only Wang Yi knew the most.

When I came to Wang Yi's boudoir, I found four more people, three or two men and one woman. Everyone's face was very calm, but their eyes and breath made me feel that these people were not simple. I guess they should be agents sent by Guoan that Wang Yi had said in advance.
Chapter completed!