A strong murderous intention arose in his heart, and the middle-aged man finally remembered that this young man was the young man he saw walking out of the general's mansion during the day.
"Hurry up and kill him!"
The middle-aged man said anxiously.
"No hurries?"
Yang Ji glanced at everyone, and blocked the middle-aged man's next words with one sentence. He glanced at everyone, with a half-smile on his face, "I have already told you, my own people. Since you are allowed to disguise your identity,
Am I not allowed to disguise my identity?"
"Disguising your identity, are you pretending to be a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect? And also pretending to be the top leader of Wu Xiucai?"
The middle-aged man said coldly.
"Why not?"
Yang Ji's eyes were like lightning, he swept over, stared at the middle-aged man, and said with a smile, "This is the only real disguise, isn't it?"
That kind of strong self-confidence and aura actually calmed the people around him. The middle-aged people, including a group of men in black robes, were all surprised and uncertain.
Everyone almost instinctively felt that Yang Ji was not one of them. But if he was not one of them, how could such an old god be there and feel confident? And Yang Ji's attitude continued to deepen everyone's suspicion.
——If you were not one of your own, how could you know they were here? How could you appear in front of them so arrogantly?
"...And, since when have you ever seen an upright disciple practicing evil Kung Fu?"
Yang Ji seemed to know what everyone was thinking, so he added one last sentence.
This sentence seemed to have an effect. The middle-aged man's expression was slightly relaxed, but he still did not relax his vigilance. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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