Even if Sima Shaozhen is not strong enough, Yang Ji can still rely on his own cultivation to deal with him. It is even possible to snatch the "Blood Scythe" from his hands in the end.
But the real situation is that even without looking at the weapon, Sima Shaozhen's own cultivation seems to be more advanced than Yang Jitu's.
He didn't even use any special skills, but he was already able to exude pressure similar to the level of the eighth major martial arts master, which Yang Ji was not as good as.
The sound of heavy footsteps came thumping, headed by the examiner Zhou Tong from the Imperial City, followed by two rows of martial arts examiners, all in heavy armor.
The crowd parted like a tide. Yang Ji temporarily calmed down and focused his attention on the examiner and the lieutenants.
Although what happened two days ago, Fu Lugang's martial arts arena was destroyed, a big hole was punched out in the roof of the martial arts hall, and everyone was at risk of being killed by the evil god, but judging from the looks of the examiner and the adjutants
, this matter has been successfully handled.
With great momentum, the group of people passed through the crowd, climbed up the steps, and boarded the new competition arena. Countless colorful beams of light focused on the arena.
Dang, as soon as the bell rang, the entire martial arts hall fell silent instantly, and countless eyes focused on the examiner from all directions.
The martial arts examination has been going on for almost a month, and everyone understands that once the competition is over, everyone will not have another chance to see this "capital official" from the Imperial City.
"First of all, I'm very happy that so far, so many people have come to watch the competition, especially after what happened that day. This shows that everyone still has the basic qualities and will of a martial artist and has not been scared out of their wits!"
The examiner from Imperial City looked at the audience and said, the crowd burst into laughter and the atmosphere became much gentler.
"However, no matter what, let us first congratulate the first batch of martial arts examiners who were born in our martial arts examination, Yang Ji, Wei Boyang, and Sima Shaozhen. Although there were reasons. The award ceremony that day was not held as scheduled, but all the rewards were great.
, will be distributed together after the martial arts examination is over and the dust has settled! Let us congratulate them!"
On the high platform, the examiner from the Imperial City had a loud voice, stretched out his hand, and waved quickly in the direction of Yang Ji, Wei Boyang, and Sima Shaozhen in the crowd.
"Boom!"
In an instant, there was a burst of cheers and applause, which was deafening and soared into the sky. This was a sincere compliment and an affirmation of the strength of the three people.
"Now, let's hold the second round of the competition. There are still nine places in the martial arts examination. These nine places belong to the winners of this martial arts examination. In the future, there will be countless places for you. I hope everyone
Like these people who passed the exam, let’s encourage each other!”
As soon as the examiner from Imperial Capital City's voice fell, the whole audience burst into cheers, and the whole atmosphere was stirred up.
"This human... seems to be very good at talking!"
In his mind, the Great Asura looked on with cold eyes.
Yang Ji did not answer, but he breathed a long sigh of relief. The officials of the martial arts examination were obviously planning to make the competition between him, Sima Shaozhen and Wei Boyang the highlight or finale.
For Yang Ji, this undoubtedly provided him with a little buffer time. Although it may not be very useful, at least he can use this time to think about countermeasures and tactics.
Each game was conducted according to the rules of the martial arts examination. The winner group and the loser group began the second round of competition for the nine "martial arts examination candidates" places.
Since Zhang Pu was deprived of his qualifications for the martial arts examination, a position became vacant, so the people in the "loser group" also had the opportunity to compete, which gave many people hope.
But all this has nothing to do with Yang Ji.
He found a seat near the corner. Yang Ji leaned his back against the wall and fell into deep thought.
The martial arts examination passed slowly, and neither Yang Ji nor the Great Asura had any good methods. The "Eight-Armed Demon God" was no match for the bronze blood weapon; speed-based methods were useless against Sima Shaozhen (Zhao Youhuai lost to Sima Shao
Zhen's hands are the best proof); Buddhist power and Confucian awe-inspiring aura are of no use to Sima Shaozhen; the Sima family's martial arts skills are not necessarily inferior to his own...
I really don’t have the slightest advantage in this battle!
"Is there really no other way?"
Yang Ji thought hard and couldn't help but sigh deeply when he thought about what happened next.
"clang!"
The sound of a bell awoke Yang Ji from his meditation, and with a burst of cheers like a landslide and tsunami, the martial arts examination progress reached its climax.
Soon, the battle for Yang Ji, Wei Boyang, and Sima Shaozhen will begin.
"Next, please prepare Yang Ji, Sima Shaozhen, and Wei Boyang!..."
Sure enough, the martial arts examiner's loud voice sounded from the ring.
Yang Ji's heart sank slightly and he stood up.
"Perhaps, just like Zhang Pu, we can deal with him with the heart of a great Asura warrior general!"
The great Asura in his mind finally couldn't help but said.
"It's useless. His blood energy is combined with the Blood Scythe. It is extremely sharp and has powerful power to break the Gang. With the current state of the heart of the Great Ashura War General, there is no way to absorb this sharp energy!"
Yang Ji shook his head and sighed.
The Great Asura Warrior is a tenth-level martial saint who can absorb the cosmic energy deep in time and space, let alone this kind of ordinary energy. But unfortunately, Yang Ji's Great Asura Warrior's heart was sealed too much.
Too much energy has been lost, and the current power is less than one thousandth of what it was before.
Only by fighting at close range with bare hands can one absorb the opponent's vitality. But Sima Shaozhen has watched his matches, and a master of this level has an essential quality of being able to discern every detail. It is difficult for Yang Ji's methods to work on him.
to effect.
"Is there really nothing we can do?"
This time, even the Great Asura was at a loss. Yang Ji's methods of defeating others seemed useless against Sima Shaozhen.
Yang Ji's heart was heavy and he had no intention of dealing with the great Asura. He flicked his sleeves and walked towards the arena.
"Now, we can only take one step at a time and adapt to circumstances."
Yang Ji sighed in his heart and gave up completely.
By now, he had used up all his means in the martial arts examination. Sima Shaozhen's cultivation level was no worse than his, and he had one more top-level bronze blood weapon than him. The result of this battle could already be expected.
It's just that Yang Ji is not willing to admit it yet.
"It would be great if I also had a bronze blood magic weapon!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The first level of officialdom is overwhelming. In this kind of competition, Sima Shaozhen's family background plays a decisive role, which is far greater than the threat his martial arts poses to Yang Ji.
"Let's go!"
Yang Ji sighed in his heart and walked forward.
…………
"Sir, it's about to begin!"
In the other direction, the young attendant stepped forward slightly and whispered in his young master's ear.
"Haha, it's almost over!"
Sima Shaozhen smiled indifferently, a threat is always a threat, nothing more. He always regarded Yang Ji as a threat, but the result of this martial arts examination has long been settled for Sima Shaozhen.
Here, Zhang Pu could compete with him originally, but now, no one can defeat him.
"Let's go!"
Sima Shaozhen swung his sleeves and walked towards the ring. In the last two games of the martial arts examination, he didn't mind showing off all his strength, letting everyone see the true face of Lushan and the world-famous Sima family.
The true face of "Blood Scythe".
Bang bang bang!
In the ring, the battle was fierce, and the banging energy hit like a huge wave. These were the last two games. After the game, it was the battle for Wu Jieyuan.
It is also the most important competition in this year’s martial arts examination.
At this time, even the two seeded players on the stage were a little distracted, let alone everyone else.
Yang Ji, Sima Shaozhen, and Wei Boyang, the three strongest men in the martial arts examination who have never fought against each other, will finally compete in this arena.
"clang!"
A moment later, with the sound of clanging bells and chimes, the atmosphere in the Martial Hall suddenly became tense.
…………
The atmosphere was tense in more than just one Martial Palace. At the same time, the Han Dynasty was separated by countless layers of time and space, and far away in the depths of countless calculations of time and space. The surroundings were blazing with fire, and the atmosphere was also as tight as a string.
"Everyone, pay attention! Whether you can succeed or not will depend on it!"
In the world of flames, the powerful and high-pitched voices of the Tusu people resounded through the sky.
On a small fiery red hill protruding from the magma ocean, Tu Su Renxiong and the elders of the Dihuoshan Village were standing on it, wearing fire god clothes.
Surrounding everyone was a huge magic circle, gathering the surrounding flames.
If you look carefully, you can see that the four corners of the rectangular array are clearly inlaid with pieces of flint. Under the influence of these flints, the temperature around the hills is much hotter than in other places.
"Roar!"
A loud roar, extremely violent, came from the void. The roar shook the air waves and caused the surrounding waves to churn.
Looking up, you can see a huge crocodile-shaped beast with a hazy body above the heads of Tu Su Renxiong and the elders of the Dihuoshan Village.
This is the soul of the ferocious beast that Yang Ji hunted after killing the fire-type crocodile-shaped beast.
Although the giant beast is dead, its soul is still there, and it still has powerful control over flames. Looking around, you can clearly see that within a range of more than 70 to 80 feet around, streams of fire are gathering from all directions.
It's just that the intensity is not as great as before.
At this moment, the ritual refining of the magical weapon has reached the most critical moment. Under the soul of the crocodile-shaped beast, a pool of fiery red molten steel floats in the void, twisting and changing, and slowly taking shape.
After countless days and nights of hard work, the ten-thousand-pound copper mother provided by Yang Ji is finally almost finalized. The powerful soul of the crocodile-shaped beast is also undergoing final integration with the matrix of this magical artifact.
"Everyone, be careful! The martial arts examination is about to end. No matter what, we must complete the ritual of this magic weapon before the martial arts examination ends! If the martial arts examination ends, our hurrying and slowing down during this period will be meaningless.