The mist was thick, and Yang Ji's whole body was trembling, as if he was soaked in a vat of spiritual energy.
This is not the first time Yang Ji has swallowed spiritual energy, but he has never attracted such a wide range of spiritual energy and such a dense range.
Thick spiritual mist filled every corner of the room.
Yang Ji was like a newborn baby, greedily soaked in spiritual energy and devouring everything around him.
With every second that passed, Yang Ji's strength grew by one point. Yang Ji could feel that the blood in his body was getting denser and heavier, and the energy contained in it was getting stronger and stronger.
"Buzz!"
The void shook, and in the room filled with white mist, light and shadow moved. Suddenly, a simple cauldron suddenly appeared, followed by a second and a third.
When the three big cauldrons that condensed the power of the Silk Age appeared, there was a roar, and a metallic sound like a bell sounded in the void. Then, next to the third big cauldron, another new big cauldron appeared in the void.
Replenished with a large amount of spiritual energy, the fourth "Cauldron of Power" began to appear quickly in Yang Ji's body.
The new tripod that just emerged was just a phantom, but as time passed, it was turning from phantom to reality at an extremely fast speed.
The aura on Yang Ji's body became stronger and heavier.
"Snapped!"
There was a sudden crisp sound in the room, and the floor tiles under Yang Ji's feet finally couldn't bear the weight and cracked with a crack. Yang Ji's feet immediately crushed the bricks and sank downwards, directly into the soil below.
Time for one cup of tea, time for two cups of tea...
The aura on Yang Ji's body became stronger and stronger, and the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker. Eventually, the room became completely white, and all the bookshelves, tables, chairs, beds... all disappeared inside, and nothing could be seen.
"clang!"
There was a loud sound of a giant bell. The void behind Yang Ji suddenly exploded, and then the fourth ancient "power cauldron" finally jumped out of the void, with its ancient breath and simple texture..., it looked like an iron
It's like a big bronze cauldron made of cast copper.
As soon as the bronze cauldron was formed, the aura of the dense fog in the room quickly became thinner.
"Take my move!"
Suddenly, a fierce voice came. Bang! The door opened, and a figure rushed in from the outside with the aura of a tiger and a wolf. The wind howled and rushed into the white mist.
Before Yang Ji could react, a mountain-like solid Qi machine locked the two sides.
"Boom!"
There was a flash of blood, and a big fist dripping with red blood was raised high and struck hard with a thunderous force. Before the fist could fall, the mighty wind blew the room into white mist.
Turning around, the pages on the bookshelf rustled.
The sharp smell seemed to peel off Yang Ji's skin.
"Well done!"
A sharp light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes. He roared violently and rushed forward without dodging.
"Boom!"
The fists met, and the explosion made a loud noise. The whole palace shook, as if it was hit by an invisible hand against the wall.
"Take another move from me!"
There was a flash of blood, and in the blink of an eye, a wave of blood roared over the sky and covered the earth, as if it was about to drown Yang Ji.
"drink!"
Yang Ji showed no fear. When the blood furnace exploded in his dantian, a circle of rich blood energy rose into the sky. His momentum was not as powerful as that of his opponent.
boom!
The blood and energy collided, and each of them took half a step back. They still managed to stabilize, but in the blink of an eye they were entangled again. The two of them were fighting with fists and kicks, and you came and I went back and forth. The battle was very fierce.
"hold head high!"
Suddenly there was a roar of a beast, and a huge dragon turtle appeared in the void, carrying a giant monument on its back, exuding an aura as thick and boundless as the heaven and earth.
"Ha ha……"
Seeing this dragon turtle, Yang Ji suddenly smiled: "Senior Brother Zhao, I won't hold back anymore."
Before his voice fell, Yang Ji suddenly stepped forward and made a move at an extremely fast speed.
boom!
Yang Ji's palm was so fast that it went directly through the flaw in Zhao Hua's ribs and struck him. For "Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist", Yang Ji knew every move and style like the back of his hand and did not care about Zhao Hua at all.
Lower, even worse.
Zhao Hua's eyes had already seen Yang Ji's palm, and his body wanted to react, but Yang Ji still succeeded.
"boom!"
Yang Ji lightly slapped Zhao Hua on the ribs, causing him to take a few steps back, and immediately retreated.
"What's your move?"
Zhao Hua looked shocked.
This was not the first time that he saw Yang Ji strike a little faster than others. Yang Ji had already displayed this trick when dealing with the Balrog incarnation of "Yuan Jian".
But at that time, it was not so fast and agile.
Zhao Hua saw his moves and his body responded, but he couldn't keep up with Yang Ji's rhythm. This made him surprised and felt incredible.
"Let's talk about this later."
Yang Ji smiled and walked up quickly: "Senior Brother Pan, Senior Sister Lin, you are all here."
"Hahaha, it's rare for you to break through Xiao Zhoutian, little junior brother, why don't you come over and have a look, congratulations."
Pan Chen walked in with a big smile, said a few words, and looked at Zhao Hua:
"How is it, I told you right? Now you are no longer my junior brother's opponent. Are you convinced now?"
Lin Qingyan next to her chuckled when she heard this, but quickly looked at Yang Ji in front of her:
"Junior Brother Yang, congratulations."
Everyone also followed suit.
"Thank you, haha, it's a lucky coincidence. After more than three months of sleepless nights, I finally got through Xiao Zhoutian."
Yang Ji smiled and said. Now that he has gotten through to Xiao Zhoutian, he is in a good mood.
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Zhao, you have now fought against Yang Ji. How do you feel?"
Pan Chen laughed and looked at Zhao Hua next to him with sharp eyes.
"Not bad!"
Zhao Hua nodded repeatedly: "With my junior brother's current strength, it is more than enough to participate in this year's martial arts examination. Even me, a martial arts scholar, is not his opponent, so why is he not a martial arts scholar?"
Everyone laughed again. They were usually close to Yang Ji. Seeing Yang Ji's breakthrough, there was no so-called jealousy, only joy.
Yang Ji is now one of them. The stronger Yang Ji is, the stronger this group will be.
"Junior brother, the elders have begun to collect the list of candidates for this year's martial arts examination. You should go as well.
Lin Qingyan spoke softly and smiled.
"oh?"
Yang Jijian raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Isn't the registration time for the martial arts examination not yet here? It starts so soon?"
"Haha, our sect disciples are different from secular warriors. They only need to hold a household loan. But our sect disciples need to submit a list in advance and have it reviewed by the court before they can sign up. Those who cannot be verified on the list,
You can’t take part in the martial arts examination.”
Pan Chen explained with a smile.
After Yang Ji joined the Iron Crown Sect, it was his first time to take part in the martial arts examination. It was normal not to know these things, and Pan Chen didn't think he could explain it.
Yang Ji nodded, indicating that he understood. This measure was to prevent others from getting involved in the martial arts examination.
"Let's go. It's been three days since the elders gathered the list. If no new participants appear, registration will be closed. Everyone, please hurry up."
Pan Chen said.
A group of people shouted and walked out of the palace.
To be continued...