"Tear it up, tear it up, I don't want to continue this old agreement for a long time."
Zhao Hua glanced at Song Yi and smiled.
Song Yi's expression changed drastically on the spot. In recent years, through the agreement between the two of them, he had benefited a lot, and the Iron Sword Sect had also gained a lot of face.
If he could defeat Zhao Hua beautifully and end it like this, it wouldn't matter. But now that Zhao Hua has regained his face and is at the upper hand, this kind of statement is equivalent to giving him a severe blow.
At this time, Song Yi really didn't want to end the agreement made ten years ago.
"Hmph! This retribution comes too soon..."
Zhao Hua looked at Song Yi's expression and sneered in his heart. Over the years, he didn't know how many times he had enjoyed this condescending and "scorned" look.
But now, he can finally look down at "Song Yi" from a "high ground".
"Da da!"
At this moment, a burst of heavy footsteps came. On the hillside, the elder of the Iron Sword Sect walked up with a gloomy face.
"Elder!"
Song Yi and others quickly bowed and saluted.
"call!"
Almost immediately, another cyan figure with a powerful aura also appeared in the square. The elder of the Iron Crown Sect followed closely and also appeared in the square.
"Elder!"
Zhao Hua and others also hurriedly saluted and felt relieved. With the elders of our sect here, at least they would not suffer.
"Is this the elder of our sect?"
Yang Ji stood behind Zhao Hua and looked at him secretly. It had been more than three months since he joined the sect. This was the first time he saw an elder-level figure, and he couldn't help but be secretly curious.
With slightly white temples, kind eyes, and a face full of wrinkles... If it were just from the outside, Yang Ji would even think he was seeing an ordinary old man.
The only thing that made people feel strange was that the "old man" in front of him had a red face and an amazingly good complexion.
"What a strong cultivation level!"
Yang Ji secretly felt awe in his heart. Legend has it that people who have reached the realm of metamorphosis in their control of blood and energy can send and receive energy and blood from the heart. They can gather all the energy and blood in the whole body to the Dantian, making their appearance return to its original state and look ordinary.
But when it comes to fighting, they can instantly pump out all the energy and blood in their bodies, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack with one blow, which is far beyond the normal level!
This is a kind of "combat skill" in the use of blood energy. Most people cannot master it at all, and it requires years of understanding.
The strength of a person who has reached this level cannot be measured simply by realm and strength. This is obviously the case for the elder of the sect in front of him.
"hehe!"
With a chuckle, just as Yang Ji was peeping, the elder of the Iron Crown Sect seemed to have noticed him. His eyes passed through the crowd and fell on him, smiling slightly.
Yang Ji was shocked and quickly lowered his head. In his ears, he heard the elder of the Iron Sword Sect say in a deep voice:
"Song Yi, what's going on?"
"Returning to the elders, this is the disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who cleared the door for our Iron Sword Sect and killed the traitor Zuo Guangdou. We were thanking him just now!"
After saying a word, the elder of the Iron Sword Sect immediately reacted. His pupils shrank. His cold eyes immediately looked through the void and looked at Yang Ji.
"Hahaha, Elder Ding, are you satisfied with the strength of our Iron Crown Sect this year?"
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect laughed loudly, touched his sparse beard, and quietly blocked the gaze of the elder of the Iron Sword Sect with one side of his body.
The elder of the Iron Sword Sect immediately turned gloomy. This old immortal was clearly showing off to him.
"Elder, we would like to add a temporary visit to this visit to have a discussion with Junior Brother Yang."
Song Yi suddenly walked towards the Iron Sword Sect elder and said.
The expressions of the Iron Crown Sect disciples who were present immediately changed. They thanked Yang Ji for nothing, as if everyone was in harmony. These guys clearly wanted to use this to deal with Yang Ji.
But with elders present and two major sects involved, it was difficult for anyone to interrupt.
"Elder Qiu, is there no problem?"
The elder of the Iron Sword Sect turned around and said.
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect frowned and said nothing. He was not stupid, of course he really didn't believe the Iron Sword Sect's rhetoric.
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect was still pondering, but Zhao Hua didn't think much about it. He was about to speak up and refuse for Yang Ji. Suddenly he heard a voice:
"No problem, just promise them, elder!"
It was Yang Ji's voice. As soon as he said this, the elders of the Iron Crown Sect and Zhao Hua looked over at the same time.
"Yang Ji, you are crazy. These guys have bad intentions. There is no need for you to agree to them."
Zhao Hua lowered his voice and said in surprise. This guy Song Yi is not well-intentioned, and he doesn't believe that Yang Ji can't tell.
"Oh, don't worry. Senior Brother Zhao, there is no problem."
Yang Ji smiled and glanced at the Iron Crown Sect disciple opposite, his expression confident and calm.
As long as Song Yi doesn't play, Yang Ji really doesn't pay attention to these Iron Sword Sect disciples who are present.
"All right."
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
"Junior Brother Ouyang, come out!"
Song Yi didn't even look back.
"Yes, senior brother."
Amidst a loud voice, a tall and sturdy disciple of the Iron Sword Sect walked out. He wore a silver scabbard on his waist, and he was clearly at the level of a "disciple who teaches skills."
But the aura on his body is far more than the third level of martial arts. A faint aura of "Blood Furnace" emanates from him. Although it is weak, it is clearly visible. It is clear that he has just been promoted to the fourth level of martial arts, and the "Blood Furnace" has begun.
The foundation has been laid, and the "new man" has not yet been completely established.
"Ouyang Chengde", a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, a genius-level "warrior"!
A total of three levels of challenges were selected for this "visit", namely "named disciples", "ordinary disciples" and "training disciples". As for the disciples of the fourth level of martial arts..., this is not included in the challenge.
The Iron Crown Sect still has many strong disciples at the fourth level of martial arts, and the Iron Sword Sect is not sure of crushing them at this level.
Ouyang Chengde was the one who originally chose the level of "disciple to teach martial arts" to humiliate the Iron Sword Sect. However, "the plan could not keep up with the changes" and an accident happened halfway. Ouyang Chengde made a temporary breakthrough and was suddenly promoted from the third level of martial arts to the fourth level of martial arts.
As a last resort, the Iron Sword Sect changed to another candidate.
For those who have just reached the fourth level of martial arts, their martial arts, combat skills, reactions, and thinking are still at the third level of martial arts, and they cannot catch up in time.
But the fourth level of martial arts is "the fourth level of martial arts", at least in terms of strength, it is not comparable to the "martial artist" of the third level of martial arts.
"boom!"
Ouyang Chengde moved his neck, and with a thought, his energy and blood flowed. There were roaring sounds from his Dantian, emitting a powerful aura, as if there was a huge furnace running inside his body.
"Are you ready?"
Yang Ji smiled.
Ouyang Chengde was stunned, and the movement of rubbing his limbs stopped abruptly. This "Yang Ji" seemed to be even more anxious than him.
"Since you are so anxious, I will satisfy you."
Ouyang Chengde smiled slightly and said confidently.
"boom!"
The ground roared, and majestic blood spurted out. Ouyang Chengde shot into the sky like a cannonball, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, Yang Ji shot out with lightning. A "immortal shadow changer" flashed past Ouyang De's sharp edge. It passed several feet and suddenly shot back with a sword. Like a prehistoric giant beast, it penetrated Ouyang De with one end.
In the shadow of Chengde's sword.
"Immortal fishing for sharks!——"
After a few months, the "Immortal Fishing for Sharks" performed by Yang Ji at this time was completely different from before. The momentum of no return, landslides and earth shattering, even Zhao Hua was horrified to see.
"ah!--"
There was only an earth-shattering scream. Before anyone around him could react, Ouyang Chengde flew out like a kite with its string broken...
To be continued...