"Hehe, you stole his elixir, ruined his good deeds, and even caused him to be beaten up by Prince Taiyuan and run away. It's strange that he doesn't hate you."
The great Asura Jie Jie said with a smile.
Most of the people in the evil way are people who are determined to retaliate against others. Being open-minded, magnanimous, and letting go of grudges with a smile has nothing to do with people in the evil way.
The more powerful the evil warrior is, the smaller his mind is. Zhang Pu suffered such a big loss at the hands of Yang Ji, it would be strange not to hate him to death.
But having said that, thinking about the things I did before, it was quite enjoyable!
At least at this point, the Great Asura felt that Yang Ji was quite to his liking. Even though he was equally "stimulated" when being chased by the evil god's clone!
"Oh, since Pu Zhang is still thinking about me, I have to give him an explanation."
Yang Ji said calmly.
Saying this, Yang Ji flicked his sleeves and walked down the steps.
Zhang Pu's existence has always been a shadow hanging over Yang Ji's head, but it will be a threat later. If you want to compete for Wu Jieyuan's position, you will always have to pay a price.
"Are you looking for me?"
Yang Ji's long sleeves fluttered and he walked through the crowd and appeared in front of the swordsman in front of the silk stall. The latter opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Ji in surprise, his lips opened wide.
, seems to want to tell "whether Yang Ji recognized the wrong person."
Yang Ji smiled, and at the moment when the other party was trying to tell the difference, he stretched out a finger and touched the other party's Dantian. A bit of the sharp aura of heaven and earth came out of his finger and immediately poured into the other party's body.
"Remember to tell Pu Zhang that Wu Jieyuan's number one Yang Ji wants to say hello to him!"
Yang Ji smiled, retracted his fingers, flicked his sleeves, rolled them up, and walked toward the east intersection of Zhuque Street with his opponent on his back. Behind him, the disciple of the Evil God disguised as a swordsman let out a shrill howl.
Yelling, the milky-white aura of awe-inspiring energy burst out from his Dantian, suddenly exploding.
Buzz. The crowd screamed, and chaos broke out in an instant. The expressions of the disciples of the Evil God Cult hidden in the crowd from all directions changed drastically, and they rushed towards the swordsman's position.
Several disciples of the Evil God Sect tried to track Yang Ji, but in the chaotic crowd, it was like sailing against the current, which was not that easy.
Yang Ji walked left and right on the streets, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly. With just a few breaths, he quickly left these disciples of the Evil God Cult far behind him.
"You should have killed them!"
The Great Asura Tao was somewhat dissatisfied with Yang Ji's "soft-heartedness".
"Taiyuan City, the hinterland of the imperial court, is more or less taboo in broad daylight. Besides, don't we still have something to do?"
Yang Ji said this, with a few ups and downs, and quickly rushed out of the city.
Yang Ji did not go out from the city gate, but chose an unusual path, all the way to the tall and majestic city wall of Zhoufu, and turned into a small lead-gray bottle. He quickly passed through the walls of Zhoufu.
The high wall disappeared outside the courtyard wall.
When he landed on the ground, Yang Ji spread out his movements and quickly headed towards the mountains outside Taiyuanzhou City.
"Outside the city is the power territory of the Evil God Cult, and even Prince Taiyuan can't protect you. You are a bit too brave to go out at this time, right? I'm not afraid that Pu Zhang will be waiting outside the city at this time, waiting to set a trap for you.
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Dao of Great Asura.
He knew what Yang Ji wanted to do, but he still felt that he was too courageous.
"Hey, it's hard to say at other times. But there is definitely no problem at this time. As long as you don't leave Zhou Mansion too far. Zhang Pu is not that capable yet."
While Yang Ji was communicating with the Great Asura, he flew toward the mountains in the distance. His purpose was clear, and it didn't seem like he was searching aimlessly.
"call!"
Just a moment later, Yang Ji passed through the dense woods. Along the steep mountainside, he quickly climbed to the top of a large mountain.
The wind was howling high on the mountain, and the surrounding trees were surrounded by waves.
Yang Ji stretched himself out and jumped on the top of the nearest big tree. He looked around and finally saw the target he was searching for. Only a few miles away, he saw a group of people with powerful auras and full of energy on the top of another mountain.
A mighty, storm-like group of warriors gathered together to discuss something.
The lowest of these people has reached the realm of seventh-level martial arts, and there are three eighth-level great martial arts masters. The most powerful old man in silver robes with gray temples has reached the realm of ninth-level martial arts. His aura is as strong as yang.
Like the rising sun bursting out in the morning.
Even though he was several kilometers away, Yang Ji could feel the boundless and majestic power of the other party.
Yang Ji defeated all the heroes and won the position of Wu Jieyuan in the martial arts examination. There is no doubt that he is strong. But with the masculine spirit of Jiuchong
The martial arts in Taiyuan in the east is far less prosperous than in other continents, and there are not so many ninth-level martial masters. It is obvious at a glance that these people are not from Taiyuan.
Seeing these human warriors, the Great Asura was silent for a long time.
"Be careful. The cultivation of these people is not much worse than mine. I can't help you much!"
Great Asura warned.
"knew!"
Yang Ji smiled, grabbed the trunk of the highest treetop with both hands, leaned forward, and continued to look out. In front of these, in the valley between the two peaks, two ninth-level great warriors led a few people with no strength.
The vulgar master was running fast on the treetops, seeming to be heading somewhere.
To the northwest, on the top of another mountain peak, streams of powerful energy soared into the sky, and the aura was not at all inferior to these two groups of people.
A little further, deep in the mountains, there are no fewer than thirty or forty great eighth-level martial sects and ninth-level martial masters. The small Taiyuan Continent, which is not a particularly rich and prosperous place, has gathered so many powerful people.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Yang Ji couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
Yang Ji leaned on the treetops, following the ups and downs of the tree waves. His head hung slightly, showing a thoughtful expression. It was clear that in a place like Taiyuanzhou, there was only one martial saint like King Taiyuan.
More than thirty ninth-level Martial Lords appeared, and it seemed that more and more of them would gather. It would be strange to say that there was nothing strange about them!
Yang Ji suddenly thought of Voodoo.
"Is it related to that incident?"
Yang Ji's heart was filled with thoughts and thoughts.
"Buzz!"
With a thought in his mind, Yang Jixun suddenly opened his sleeves, opened a hole, and released hundreds of poisonous giant bees, buzzing and flying into the sky. Then Yang Jixun changed his appearance, put on a set of clothes, stuck to the ground, and hid quietly in the woods.
flew towards the distance.
Neither the peak Martial Master of the eighth level nor the Martial Master of the ninth level is something that Yang Ji can provoke now. Therefore, Yang Ji does not dare to get too close. They are at least several kilometers away from them. He just uses giant bees to observe from high altitudes.
, monitoring.
Yang Ji went deeper and observed for a while, and gradually discovered that these different forces were wary of each other, but at the same time they maintained a tacit understanding. Everyone did not interfere with each other, but they did not coexist completely peacefully, and they were also wary of each other.
"It looks like they haven't found the target yet!"
A few hours later, Yang Ji gradually discovered some clues. Although it was certain that what these people were looking for had something to do with Taiyuan Continent, it was obvious that these people had not made much progress.
"Leave a few giant bees here, and don't worry about the others."
Yang Ji followed them for several hours and knew that he could not find any clues. Compared to these people, he truly knew nothing.
I don’t even know the goal, let alone any gains.
"It seems like there is nothing gained today!"
Yang Ji secretly said, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. This was not the first time he had gone out to follow, but there had been no progress. Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Ji jumped up to the treetops and quickly flew towards the distance while riding on the tree waves.
Looking from here, Taiyuan City is already very far away, with only a few towering blast furnaces peeking out from the distant horizon.
Whoosh!
Along the undulating tree waves, it swept out several miles away among the mountains, buzz! Suddenly, Yang Ji's heart trembled. Without any warning, a strong sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart.
boom!
The sky shook and the earth cracked open. A stern sword energy, magnificent and majestic, burst out from the ground with a strong aura of death, and shot towards Yang Ji on the treetops.
At the same time, a canopy of fine needles as dense as rain burst out of the ground. Those two-inch fine needles flashed cold light one by one, and Yang Ji felt a strong breath on the needle tips.
"Broken Gang Hidden Weapon!"
Yang Ji's heart shivered. These hidden weapons that broke the Gang were extremely sharp, and one could tell at a glance that they were of extremely high quality. Once hit, even if they had the energy to protect their body, they would probably be shot into a honeycomb.
Not only that, there was another wave of mud flying, and from underneath the soil, a black "giant dragon flew out". From the black dragon's body, a black shadow stretched out like a palm, as red as blood, and rushed towards him at an alarming speed.
As soon as those five bright red fingers shot, there was a huge suction force between the five fingers, and the blood in his body immediately poured out like a tide.
And in the void, there are loud Sanskrit sounds, like Buddhist Zen singing, and like the howling of ghosts in hell, giving people a feeling of gloomy mist and darkness.
"Ghost Dragon Bridge", "Abi Gong", the figure of the opponent is very clear.
Yang Ji didn't expect to meet the "Evil Prince" here. Guilong Bridge's earth-moving ability was much more powerful than his own "earth-moving boat".
The other party has been lurking underground, hiding all his aura. Not only himself, but even the great Asura was deceived.
Not only that, the other party borrowed the magic weapon ability of "Ghost Dragon Bridge" and combined it with his own speed to actually create the illusion that he was far away from him.
The fierce sword energy that rushed out from the ground exuded a strong death aura. At first glance, it seemed that it was an ambush jointly carried out by the evil prince and another person, but in fact, it was all done by the "evil prince" alone.
Sword Qi, Niu Hair Needle Rain, Abi Gong (To be continued.)