Yang Ji suddenly felt that "the world is small but the world is big." He had never known before that there was such a vast world besides martial arts and martial arts.
"These four levels of blood magic weapons are astonishingly powerful at each level. The higher they go, the more powerful they are. I heard that there are two bronze level magic weapons in our sect. But no matter how high they are, they cannot be seen in places like this.
That’s it. ——Song Yi’s magical weapon is only in the form of a black iron ring, which is the lowest grade, but it is already very powerful.”
"However, if you forcefully use it before the sacrifice is completed, it will cause certain damage to the blood weapon. Song Yi has been reluctant to use it before. This is the reason."
Zhao Hua put down the teacup in his hand and said.
"Indeed."
Yang Ji nodded, but in his mind he remembered the previous battle between the two. Song Yi was indeed forced to do nothing by Zhao Hua, so he had no choice but to use the ring on his finger.
Zhao Hua glanced sideways at Yang Ji and smiled slightly.
"Junior Brother Yang, you are a smart man. I will not hide it in front of you, and simply tell you all together. These four levels of blood magic weapons are actually offensive magic weapons classified according to their materials.
However, in addition to these four levels, there are also some special magic weapons, such as the notorious 'Earth Boat' and 'Underworld Boat' in the evil and demonic ways."
"Di Xing Zhou, Huang Quan Zhou?"
Yang Ji frowned and raised his head.
"Haha, these things are hard to explain. You will know when you go down the mountain later. The people in the evil way and the evil way are different from the disciples of our sect. They behave perversely, have no scruples, and can do anything. Everything has some special characteristics.
Things. You will understand when you contact them in the future.”
Zhao Hua said.
Yang Ji nodded. Zhao Hua had given him extra privileges by telling him so much. Judging from the reactions of Zhang Li and others, Zhao Hua probably didn't even tell them these secrets.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Yang Ji stood up as he spoke, bowed his hands and prepared to leave. Knowing the information about these "blood magic weapons" was already the biggest gain, and he no longer had any doubts in his mind.
"Haha. Let me take you out."
Zhao Hua stood up when he saw this.
At the door of the palace, Zhao Hua stopped, looked at Yang Ji, and suddenly smiled mysteriously:
"Junior Brother Yang, this time the Iron Sword Sect came to 'visit', your contribution is not small. However, in front of so many disciples of the sect, it is not convenient for the elder to summon you. Let me remind you here, you will wait for the elder to summon you when you return soon.
Bar."
"ah?"
Yang Ji looked surprised. When the elders of the Iron Crown Sect left, they didn't even look at him. It wasn't Zhao Hua who said that he had even forgotten about it and thought that this was the case in the sect.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Yang Ji then said seriously.
"Yeah. Also, be careful of the Iron Sword Sect. Although I don't know what happened to Zuo Guangdou. However, you made them lose face this time. They will definitely not let you go."
Zhao Hua said.
"Haha, that will happen in the future."
Yang Ji smiled and said. He didn't take this matter very seriously. As long as he was careful, the Iron Sword Sect was not so bold as to openly avenge a "traitor" identified by the imperial court.
"call!"
As the wind blew, Yang Ji's sleeves fluttered. He quickly left the palace where Zhao Hua lived...
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"Senior Brother Yang, the elder invites you."
As soon as Yang Ji returned to the mountain, he saw an Iron Crown sect disciple he had never seen before standing outside his palace. This Iron Crown sect disciple had a calm demeanor and was wearing dark blue clothes. He looked better than ordinary disciples.
Be more thoughtful.
"They are the disciples beside the elders."
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he said secretly: "It's true that 'Cao Cao will be here soon'. Zhao Hua just mentioned that the elder might come to me. I didn't expect him to come so soon."
Yang Ji took a deep breath and quickly calmed down: "Brother, please."
On the top of the mountain, there are deep grass and trees. A crane spreads its wings calmly on the treetops. The mountain breeze comes slowly, and the fragrance of the alchemy furnace and elixirs floats in the air.
This is the first time that Yang Ji has arrived at the residence of the elders of the sect. Golden pagodas point straight to the sky, and simple-looking alchemy furnaces are dotted here and there. The lids of the furnaces are constantly vibrating, spewing out sparks of fire and thick smoke.
The whole square was filled with the smell of elixir.
"In addition to practicing, most of the elders also like to make alchemy. They are also the most grumpy when they are refining alchemy. Don't disturb them easily."
The disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who was leading the way pointed at an elder in the square whose robes were dirty, who looked restless and was swearing, and warned him.
Yang Ji just glanced at them and immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to greet them. These elders were all full of blood, but they looked fascinated and did not care about foreign affairs.
If you go there rashly at this time, you're afraid that you'll be slapped away with one palm, or you'll be seriously injured even if you don't die.
"The failure rate of alchemy is very high, and the furnace is often prone to explosion. Even the most skilled elders are like this, so..."
The disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who led the way gave him a "you understand" look.
Yang Ji nodded and walked through several rows of solemn and magnificent dark golden halls. Yang Ji finally met the "Elder Qiu" who summoned him.
In the slightly dim hall, the ground was covered with a red square carpet. At the head of the hall stood two dragon-like black gold pillars. On the big chair in the center, sat the "Elder Qiu" of the Iron Crown Sect.
He had hair on his temples, one hand held his chin, and his fine eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking, as if he had encountered some problem.
"Elder, people have reached it."
The voice of the leading disciple sounded in the empty hall.
"oh?"
Elder Qiu frowned, came to his senses, waved his hand and said: "That's all right, you can go down first."
"The disciple has met the elder."
Yang Ji stepped forward and bowed.
"Haha, no need to be polite."
Elder Qiu waved his hand with a very warm smile. He paused and said:
"Let me ask you, Guo Ming, Zhao Hong and Sun Jue, were you the one who gave them guidance?"
"It turns out he has already met them."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. He knew Guo Ming and Sun Jue, but Zhao Hong didn't know about them. He estimated in his mind that they might be the Iron Sword Sect disciple he pointed out in the challenge at the "ordinary disciple" level.
"Back to the elder. The disciple did give some pointers. But the key to victory is themselves."
Yang Jigong said.
"Haha, not bad, not bad!..."
Elder Qiu twirled his beard and smiled. He looked down from the top of the mountain and saw whether what Yang Ji said was right or wrong. He could tell at a glance. The Iron Sword Sect launched a vigorous challenge on the mountain and showed off its power for more than an hour.
If these disciples were really that powerful, they would have taken action long ago. Why wait so long?
Moreover, no matter Guo Ming, Sun Jue, or Zhao Hong, these people all have one thing in common, that is, compared to their opponents, their strength is generally weaker.
It’s understandable that one of them defeated the strong with the weak, but all three of them defeated the strong?——There are probably too many talented disciples of the Iron Crown Sect popping up today.
"...Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, and don't monopolize the merits alone. Our Iron Crown Sect needs more people like you who can unite the sect's disciples. Tell me, what do you want?"
Elder Qiu raised his head and smiled.
Yang Ji raised his head with surprise on his face. Elder Qiu's words were nothing more than indicating that he would be rewarded greatly. Without indicating the content of the reward, this sentence had a greater meaning.
"You're not wrong. No matter it's anything, as long as you can name it, I can promise you."
Elder Qiu smiled and looked encouraging.
Yang Ji was not so confused as to really think that the lion could get whatever he wanted with his mouth wide open. If he really did this, I am afraid that the smiling elder of the sect in front of him would be kicked out with frost on his face the next moment.
"Disciple." Yang Ji hesitated, "Disciple's level is still too low..."
"Haha, the level is too low, right?"
Elder Qiu shook his sleeves, and a square purple box flew out of his sleeves and ran towards Yang Ji. Yang Ji was startled, and without thinking much, he subconsciously reached out and copied it in his hand.
The firewood box was slightly heavy in the hand, and a burning elixir qi spurted out from the gap in the purple box, brushing against the palm of the hand and feeling hot.
To be continued...