Shi Qing suddenly felt a shudder.

"Senior Brother Yang!——"

After a brief silence, a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect on Zhao Hua's side suddenly cheered. The sound was deafening.

Looking at the excited Iron Sword Sect disciples, Song Yi and the Iron Sword Sect elders' expressions instantly darkened. Unlike ordinary disciples, they saw much more.

Reaction, martial arts, speed, agility, skills, mastered advanced martial arts... This guy named Yang Ji almost surpassed "Ouyang Chengde" in all aspects.

The elder of the Iron Sword Sect suddenly understood why Song Yi had to arrange this challenge in front of him.

The elders of the Iron Sword Sect understood it correctly, but there was only one thing that was not specially arranged by Song Yi. That was Ouyang Chengde's "failure".

Song Yi never expected that with Ouyang Chengde's outstanding strength and talent, he would be defeated in an instant by Yang Ji, who was not as good as him. The speed was so fast that it was unmatched by historical data.

"If the Iron Sword Sect has a disciple like this... he will definitely become a serious problem for our Iron Sword Sect in the future."

Song Yi looked at Yang Ji's back walking towards Zhao Hua, murderous intent flashing through his heart.

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Yang Ji smiled and stopped in front of Zhao Hua.

"Haha, after a few months, you are really surprised."

Zhao Hua smiled and said:

"By the way, you're not dead, are you?"

He knew the power of Yang Ji's sword, which was created just for killing people. Although the Iron Crown Sect and the Iron Sword Sect were by no means as harmonious as they appeared on the surface, there were even rumors that the elders of the two sects were just talking about each other when they met.

They are "pinch each other", but on the surface, they still have to maintain a fig leaf.

No matter how annoying the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are, they cannot be killed during official visits and exchanges.

"Of course he's not dead."

Yang Ji lifted up his scabbard, which was a new scabbard. There was a bright red section of about five inches at the top:

"...However, the injury is not serious."

If Yang Ji had drawn his sword, ten Ouyang Chengde would have died. However, even so, the blow from his sword would have caused serious injuries.

Zhao Hua smiled and nodded.

Yang Ji then turned around and saluted the elders of his sect.

"Haha, good job."

The elder of the Iron Crown Sect gave him an approving look.

"Elder, Senior Brother Ouyang is fine."

An Iron Sword Sect disciple quickly walked up to the Iron Sword Sect elder and whispered.

"Elder Ding, do you still want to compete?"

The elders of the Iron Crown Sect had such sharp ears that when they heard the sound, they immediately turned their heads and smiled.

"Huh! Let's go! -"

What else could there be to say after losing face like this? The elder of the Iron Sword Sect waved his hand and turned around and left.

Song Yi, Shi Qing and others carried "Ouyang Chengde" and quickly followed.

Standing on the mountain, everyone couldn't help laughing as they watched other Iron Sword Sect disciples from far and near follow each other hastily from the main peak.

There are not many opportunities to mock Iron Sword Sect disciples like this. Even if it doesn't hurt anyone, it can still disgust them.

"Hahaha, everyone did well this time."

The elder of the Iron Crown Sect twirled his beard and smiled. There were no outsiders present, so he did not hide it:

"Zhao Hua, although you are a little disappointed, at least this time, you have not lost the prestige of our Iron Sword Sect. - Come with me, I have something to tell you."

The elder of the Iron Crown Sect puffed up his sleeves and walked into Zhao Hua's palace first. Zhao Hua did not dare to neglect and quickly followed.

"What a pity for this square. Senior brother is very busy again."

Zhang Li looked at the devastated and debris-strewn square and couldn't help but sigh.

"At this time, do you have the heart to care about this?"

Yang Ji patted Zhang Li on the shoulder and smiled. Even a fool could see that Zhao Hua definitely got a lot of benefits this time.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

Zhang Li chuckled sinisterly and stopped talking. If the eldest brother gets benefits, people like them will definitely be indispensable.

In just a moment, a burst of happy laughter came, and the elder of the Iron Sword Sect walked out of the palace with his sleeves fluttering, and left the mountain without looking back.

"Everyone, come in."

At the entrance of the palace, Zhao Hua's face glowed brightly and he waved to everyone.

Amid cheers, everyone rushed in one after another.

Yang Ji smiled and followed him in. He still had one more question, and he had to ask Zhao Hua to find out.
Chapter completed!