Yang Ji was startled, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. He had been on the mountain for a while, and this was the first time he heard such bells.
The room was completely quiet. Yang Ji listened carefully and could see the noisy voices of many disciples. Many footsteps came from outside, and they all seemed to be going in the same direction.
"Hey!——"
At this moment, a clear chirping of cranes came, and the sound of heavy footsteps outside quickly faded away.
"It's Duan Gang's Xiaoyu."
Yang Ji's heart moved and he immediately asked loudly:
"Duan Gang, what happened outside? Why is it so noisy?"
"I don't know! It's noisy outside, a lot of people have gathered in the square, and many people have gone there. I'll go over and have a look too. - Xiaoyu!"
Outside the door, Duan Gang waved to the air, and the sound of a person and a crane followed the footsteps and disappeared.
"A lot of people gathered?"
Yang Ji tilted his head, thoughtfully: "...I'll go over and have a look later."
"郃" is the most powerful among the five ghosts, but it is also the most difficult to condense. When this incarnation is summoned, the five ghosts will undergo many changes.
Yang Ji's entire focus is now on cultivation. Until his strength improves to the point of summoning "郃", Yang Ji is not very interested in other things for the time being.
And if he wants to unlock the secrets on the half-volume scripture paintings, Yang Ji must also have a higher realm and stronger strength.
"Buzz!"
With a thought in his mind, Yang Ji quickly gathered his mind and sank into training again. The surroundings continued to roar, and streams of essence from around Tieguan Mountain continued to gather and merge into Yang Ji's body...
There was no sun or moon during the practice, and Yang Ji was in a peaceful state of mind, motionless. He soon entered the state of selflessness without waves in the ancient well.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a strange wave woke up Yang Ji.
"Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Yang!——"
A burst of anxious footsteps came in the distance, and before the person got close, he started shouting.
"It's Zhang Xiong, Zhao Chan and the others!"
Yang Ji frowned, slightly displeased: "Didn't I tell them a long time ago that I will practice with all my heart during this period. If there is nothing important, don't disturb me?"
When a person is concentrating on cultivation, he hates being disturbed the most.
"Dong dong dong!"
A quick knock on the door soon sounded outside.
"Senior Brother Yang, open the door quickly."
"Something happened outside."
…
Waves of anxious voices sounded outside.
"What happened?"
Yang Ji accepted his skills, walked over and opened the door. Outside the door, Zhang Xiong, Zhao Chan, and Fang Ao, several of Yang Ji's strongest registered disciples, swarmed in. The three of them were sweating profusely, as if they had just emerged from the water.
Fish it out.
"Senior Brother Yang, it's bad. People from the Iron Sword Sect are here!"
Zhang Xiong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said. The first sentence surprised Yang Ji.
"What?!"
Yang Ji's eyes widened. He never expected that the ringing of a bell just now was the sound of the arrival of the Iron Sword Sect.
"how come?"
Yang Ji's heart was filled with confusion. He knew about the Iron Sword Sect's visit, and he had already known the details from Su Hong in advance.
But during this period of time, Tieguan Mountain has been quiet, without any signs.
Yang Ji was so obsessed with practicing that he almost forgot about it. If Zhang Xiong hadn't mentioned it, Yang Ji wouldn't have thought that the Iron Sword Sect would arrive so quickly.
too suddenly!
"As soon as the Iron Sword Sect's people arrived on the mountain, they divided into several groups and challenged each other. The brothers and sisters have tried their best, but they have all been defeated by them."
Zhao Chan said the second time, with an ugly expression on his face. Of course, the senior brothers he mentioned were not just ordinary disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, but also people like them.
It was precisely because he heard his subtext that Yang Ji became more and more shocked. The people he taught knew what was going on.
Among the registered disciples, they are not invincible, but they definitely have few rivals.
"What level of disciple are they taking action?"
Yang Ji quickly calmed down and said calmly.
Zhao Chan and the others were just registered disciples, not invincible. If the opponent sent out ordinary disciples or disciples who were passing on their skills, then Zhao Chan and the others would be forgiven for losing.
"No. The senior brothers can clearly see that the opponent is wearing the registered Taoist robes of the Iron Sword Sect. For this reason, the other senior brothers in the sect are not able to take action."
Zhao Chandao.
"The mountain is now in chaos. Everyone is yelling and saying that the Iron Sword Sect has bad intentions."
Fang Ao on the side added. Both of them showed deep anger in their eyes.
"Zhang Xiong, have you also failed?"
Yang Ji turned his eyes and looked at Zhang Xiong. Among the people under him, Zhang Xiong was relatively the strongest. If he was not even his opponent, that would really explain the problem.
"No."
Zhang Xiong shook his head. Yang Ji felt a little comfort in his heart, but it disappeared the next moment: "I have seen their moves and weighed them in my mind. I don't have much confidence at all."
Yang Ji remained silent, his expression slowly becoming solemn. He knew best how much Zhang Xiong weighed. If even Zhang Xiong said this, then his opponent's strength was really very strong.
Yang Ji did not speak, Zhang Xiong, Zhao Chan, and Fang Ao also lowered their heads and remained silent. The room was eerily quiet.
They were all personally taught by Yang Ji. If they were disciples of other levels, losing would be okay. But losing to disciples of this level, all three of them felt ashamed of Yang Ji.
"When did this happen?"
Yang Ji's voice finally broke the silence.
"An hour and a half ago!"
The three of them spoke together.
"Walk!"
Yang Ji's expression changed, and he suddenly flicked his blue sleeves and walked out of the palace where he lived. Zhang Xiong and others were overjoyed and followed him out quickly.
The disciples and the sect both prosper and suffer. No matter what grievances we usually have, at this time, we are tied together.
The sect is now in chaos. If there is anyone who can change this chaos, the only one that everyone can think of is Yang Ji.
There was no sun or moon during the training, and Yang Ji did not expect that such a big thing would happen to him as he just "took a nap".
"boom!"
After walking out of the palace, an astonishing sound rushed over. Although he had heard Zhang Xiong and the others talk about it, Yang Ji only realized how chaotic the situation was when he was actually on the scene.
The entire square was crowded with people, and there were shouts of curses and fights everywhere. Looking down from a high place, one could clearly see the "whirlpools" forming in the square with several Iron Sword Sect disciples in black as the center.
Although there were a lot of people outside and yelling at each other, these disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were fearless and confident.
Needless to say, what these Iron Sword disciples rely on is naturally the name of sect visits and martial arts exchanges.
With such an honorable name, even if the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect wanted to tear them apart, the elders in the sect would never allow it.
With this life-saving talisman, the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are naturally not afraid of incurring public wrath.
The square was crowded with people, and even the crane next to the pool was so crowded that it flew away. Yang Ji squeezed into the crowd and quickly led the three of them to the core of the battlefield.
"Hahaha, you have high vision but low hand, and you are vulnerable to a blow! The mighty Iron Crown Sect has actually stopped at this level of skill. How come your Iron Crown Sect is as famous as our Iron Sword Sect? You can't even beat us, an unknown registered disciple of the Iron Sword Sect! Tsk tsk!
.—It’s really disappointing!”
As soon as Yang Ji got closer, he heard an extremely annoying sound in his ears. A disciple of the Iron Sword Sect in black cloth was stepping under the feet of a pale disciple of the Iron Crown Sect, with the long sword in his hand pointed at his throat, a look on his face.
The look of sighing.
How arrogant does a person have to be to dare to say such arrogant words among the densely packed disciples of the Iron Crown Sect?
Yang Ji didn't quite understand before why the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect were so restless, and they cursed without any grace. Anyone who was ridiculed by someone like "You scum, you really let me down" would not be able to calm down.
Stay angry.
"It's really arrogant!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. He was not the kind who couldn't hold his breath, but when he saw this scene, he was slightly annoyed.
Of course, these disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are not ordinary characters. Unless the elders of the Iron Sword Sect have lost their minds, they will find some ordinary disciples to make up the numbers.
This disciple of the Iron Sword Sect said this just to mock the Iron Crown Sect.
However, Zhang Xiong and the others were not wrong. This person only had the first level of martial arts and was indeed a "registered disciple". The wooden scabbard hanging on his waist was enough to explain the problem.
The Iron Sword Sect and the Iron Crown Sect are different. The difference in their disciple status lies in the scabbard, rather than the obvious difference in the Taoist crown like the Iron Crown Sect.
"Registered disciples" wear wooden scabbards, "ordinary disciples" wear iron scabbards, disciples who teach martial arts wear "silver scabbards", and "elder brothers" wear colorful scabbards.
——This is a unique sect characteristic of the Iron Sword Sect.
Moreover, the wooden scabbard has another characteristic. When necessary, it can break the scabbard and speed up the drawing of the sword, thus giving it an advantage in battle.
Of course, when you reach the level of an ordinary disciple, there is no need to take advantage of this little advantage.
"I come!--"
A roar came from the crowd, and a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who was tall and over eight feet tall finally couldn't bear the humiliation and stood up.
"Ha, here comes another waste."
The Iron Sword Sect disciple in black cloth laughed loudly and kicked the defeated Iron Crown Sect disciple out of the battlefield.
In the crowd, Yang Ji did not speak or stop him.
"Hearing is false, seeing is believing." So far, he had only heard Zhang Xiong and the others' narrations, but had not seen them fight with his own eyes.
"Qiang!"
There was a clear sword chant and a cold light flashed in the void. The two disagreed and soon started fighting in the square.
"His attainments in swordsmanship are very high. This person's talent is definitely the best choice."
Yang Ji himself is a master of swordsmanship. From the sound of the sword, you can judge the opponent's ability level. The sound of the sword is clear and ethereal, like a bell, and not everyone can do it.
There is no doubt that this disciple of the Iron Crown Sect's swordsmanship talent is definitely the best choice.
If an unknown disciple of the Iron Sword Sect has this kind of talent, but the "martial arts genius" is really just rolling around on the street.
He has reached the pinnacle of the first level in martial arts, inherited the powerful sword skills of the Iron Sword Sect, and at the same time has amazing talent. Obviously, it is no fluke that this person can defeat so many people in succession!
Clang Clang Clang!
The two of them each turned into a ball of sword light, and soon they fought together in the middle of the square. Yang Ji just glanced at them, and his eyelids immediately twitched.
"Extremely rich in strength and experience! This guy has definitely seen blood on his hands!"
