On Tieguan Mountain, when the "registered disciple" of the Iron Sword Sect was stabbed to the ground by Guo Ming's sword and blood flowed freely, the elder of the Iron Sword Sect made a click and pulled off a piece of the sandalwood table in front of him.
"How can it be?"
He was previously focused on the sarcasm and intrigues with the Iron Crown sect elders, and didn't even notice how all of this happened.
The disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who appeared on the stage seemed to be weaker than the "named disciple" under his command!
At the same time, the elder of the Iron Crown Sect was also surprised. He had just had a few words with the old man opposite him when something changed in the square.
A powerful disciple of the Iron Sword Sect was actually defeated by a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect who was not as good as him! If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe it.
"Hahaha, I already said that the game is not over yet, don't get too happy yet. How about it? I'm right. We lost so quickly. It's not that our Iron Crown faction doesn't have experts, it's just that these brats are too lazy.
, I really don’t like ordinary opponents. I have to teach these guys a lesson later and kick their butts!”
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect beamed with joy, laughed heartily, and stroked his beard with his right hand, shaking it non-stop.
"You stinky boy, you did a good job! I'll call someone to call them up later. What's your name? Oh, I don't remember. How can a registered disciple remember so much. However, this stinky problem needs to be corrected. Hahaha!..."
The elders of the Iron Crown Sect felt very proud.
"Hmph! 'The game is not over yet, don't be too happy yet', I will also give you this sentence. Wait until you have defeated all my people."
The elder of the Iron Sword Sect said bitterly and turned his head away. This useless thing can't even beat a guy who is inferior to him. He must be taught a lesson when he goes back!
No matter it was the elder of the Iron Crown Sect or the elder of the Iron Sword Sect, neither of them noticed Yang Ji in the crowd. They both thought it was a pure accident.
…
In the square, the square had no idea that there were two sets of eyes on the top of the Iron Crown Mountain. Squeezing all the way past, Yang Ji quickly saw the "second battlefield" opened by the Iron Sword Sect.
It wasn't until he arrived at the center of the commotion that Yang Ji understood why a few disciples of the Iron Sword Sect could cause such a big disturbance in the Iron Crown Sect.
The strategy used by the Iron Crown Sect is very simple. The disciples of the first level of martial arts only challenge the disciples of the first level of martial arts; the disciples of the second level of martial arts challenge the second level of martial arts... People with different realms belong to different "battlefields".
This strategy was carried out so openly and honestly that it left people speechless.
With the rich practical experience of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, coupled with the selection of "outstanding disciples", it is indeed not easy to defeat them at the same level.
The second battlefield is the "ordinary disciple" level, and the strength is limited to the second level of martial arts.
"Yang Ji. Why are you here?"
Among the crowd, Duan Gang first noticed Yang Ji. He took the crane and squeezed over one crane at a time.
"Um."
Yang Ji glanced at the sweat beads on Duan Gang's forehead: "Have you been on stage?"
Duan Gang hummed and lowered his head.
"Lost?"
Yang Jidao.
"I lost. This guy is very strong. I fought with him for a long time and tried my best, but I still lost."
Duan Gang looked ashamed. He paused and suddenly remembered something:
"By the way, this guy's strength is astonishing. Although he is at the second level of martial arts, I feel that his strength is almost as strong as that of a third level martial artist."
Yang Ji frowned when he heard this, and Zhang Xiong, Zhao Chan and others were also secretly frightened. They had seen Duan Gang take action, and he was very powerful. Even "Molong" was no match for him.
"Every one of these guys is too strong. I don't know how they practice? It's really not easy for us to defeat them!"
Zhang Xiong sighed.
It's not like the Iron Crown faction has never come before, but they always win and lose. It has never been so difficult to deal with.
"If we continue like this, when we go down the mountain and meet the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, our faces will be very ugly and we will not be able to hold our heads up."
Zhao Chan's face didn't look very good either.
"The key is confidence. If our Iron Crown Sect is so completely suppressed by the Iron Sword Sect, whoever will stay in the sect in the future will probably have unstable hearts. The Iron Sword Sect's goal of stepping on us and ascending to power will be achieved."
Fang Ao agreed.
No one is that "concerned about the country and the people", but the glory of the sect is closely related to the disciples of the sect. The Iron Crown Sect has been "trampled" like this, and everyone has lost their reputation.
"Yang Ji, please pay more attention. Think of a way to deal with this guy."
Duan Gang looked at Yang Ji with an expectant look on his face. As soon as he finished speaking, the four people looked at Yang Ji. Even the crane was no exception.
Among a group of people, Yang Ji is the well-deserved "backbone". If even he can't do anything, no one else can do anything.
"I try my best."
Yang Ji said in a deep voice.
He didn't dare to vouch for this kind of thing. He knew what Duan Gang's strength was. He practiced every day and was very powerful. Yang Ji also taught him the "Qinglong Boxing Technique".
In this way, they all lose to the opponent. The strength of this "ordinary disciple" of the Iron Sword Sect can be imagined.
Moreover, after this period of training, Duan Gang's strength has approached the third level of martial arts. Duan Gang actually said that the opponent's strength is almost comparable to that of a strong person at the third level of martial arts... This kind of thing is impossible.
The only possibility is that the opponent swallowed a large amount of "Dali Dan", continuously strengthened the strength of bones and muscles, and combined with the power of blood, was able to suppress the rough and violent Duan Gang.
"His!"
Unexpectedly, when they heard Yang Ji said to do their best, both Zhang Xiong and others, as well as Duan Gang, all breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if the battle had been decided.
For Yang Ji, everyone who has come into contact with him has more confidence than Yang Ji himself.
The battle continued, and Yang Ji paid full attention to the game. Duan Gang was replaced by "Wu Tongsheng" from another county.
Although his strength is low and his martial arts skills are not bad, it is obvious that the "ordinary disciple" of the Iron Crown Sect is superior and stronger, so it will only be a matter of time before he loses.
In just a moment, Yang Ji stopped analyzing and deducing. Everything was clear to him.
"Fang Ao, go tell that man. If you want to go up, try your best to fight with him. Wait until he puts his right palm in front of his chest, making an eagle claw shape, and is ready to attack. Don't wait, attack one step ahead, and attack with all your strength.
His right lower abdomen, if there is no accident, he will definitely win."
Yang Ji moved his palms and pointed at the edge of the battlefield. A disciple of the Iron Crown Sect with his head raised and a nervous expression said to Fang Ao next to him.
In battle, the same move, the same opponent, the same position... If the timing of the attack is different, the result will be completely different.
This disciple of the Iron Sword Sect has a special characteristic. When he performs one of the moves - he doesn't know much about the moves of the Iron Sword Sect - there is an obvious sign before the attack. He holds his right palm in front of his chest, making the shape of an eagle's claw!
This is the most fatal flaw in his moves!
If used well, it can turn defeat into victory and decide the victory with one strike. However, everything has a prerequisite. It is to predict his attack beforehand and take action in advance.
Just a little hesitation, or a little bit at night, can make a completely different outcome.
——This is called "timing"!
Fang Ao left quickly and found the "ordinary disciple" who Yang Ji said was nervous. He was so concerned about this game that it even exceeded the scope of concern for disciples of the sect. There is no doubt that this person is also an "ordinary disciple"
"Wu Tongsheng", and he has a close relationship with the Iron Crown sect disciple in the scene.
There are more than forty counties in Langya County. Yang Ji doesn't know where this person comes from. But all Yang Ji needs is his strength.
But obviously, Fang Ao's persuasion did not go very smoothly. For a "named disciple" of the first level of martial arts, this "Martial Arts Student" obviously didn't take it to heart very much, and was even a little impatient, waving his hand to signal Fang Ao to go away.
Until Fang Ao pointed his finger at Yang Ji in the crowd!
The "argument" quickly stopped and the other party seemed much quieter.
Being qualified as a "Wu Tongsheng", it is obvious that he is not an ordinary person. It can be seen at a glance that Yang Ji may be a "disciple".
As both disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, there is certainly no need to play tricks on oneself at times like this.
Yang Ji nodded towards the "Wu Tongsheng" in the crowd. The other person was stunned for a moment, then he realized what he was doing, nodded, and returned the gesture.
"That's enough. We don't need to worry about this anymore."
A smile appeared on Yang Ji's lips.
What needs to be done has been done. If you can't win in this way, then basically no one can win against this guy.
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves and stopped paying attention to the competition here.
"Yang Ji!——"
As he was walking towards the third "disciple" level battlefield, suddenly, a figure stood in front of Yang Ji, with a dusty look on his face.
"Yang Ji, I finally found you."
When he saw Yang Ji, he looked happy.
"Zhang Li? Why, did you also lose to someone from the Iron Sword Sect?"
Yang Ji was slightly surprised:
"Oh, don't worry, I'm about to go over."
Yang Ji said and started to move.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Li's head shook like a rattle.
"No. It's related to Song Yi."
Seeing Yang Ji's confused look, Zhang Li sighed and spoke truthfully.
"Song Yi is Senior Brother's old rival in the Iron Sword Sect. He and Senior Brother debuted at the same time and have been fighting for many years. The Iron Sword Sect is coming fiercely this time, and we are afraid that he will be detrimental to Senior Brother. Yang Ji, you have the best idea,
You can modify the martial arts of Lin Qingyan and Senior Brother, so you must have a solution for this matter."
Zhang Li said with an expectant look on his face. He went to several places, first to Yang Ji's palace, and then to come here.
Yang Ji was silent, but in his mind he remembered what Su Hong had said to him.
"It turns out that guy's name is Song Yi."
Yang Ji's heart was full of emotions.
The grudge between Zhao Hua and Song Yi had nothing to do with him, and Yang Ji and Zhao Hua were just a combination of interests, not much of a friendship. However, Yang Ji was still impressed by Zhao Hua's generosity.
Moreover, he was so eager to ask for his help to fix the flaws of "Baxia Futian Fist" and make up for the power of the boxing technique, because he was also in order to deal with this "Song Yi" of the Iron Sword Sect.
If Zhao Hua still loses to that "Song Yi" after helping him, it will undoubtedly affect his evaluation in Zhao Hua's heart, and the cooperation between the two may also be terminated.
At least at this stage, Yang Ji doesn't want to lose such an ally.
"Do your best and obey fate. Although the power of "Baxia Futian Fist" has been increased to the highest level, sometimes the outcome of a battle does not only depend on your own strength, but also how strong your opponent is.
"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
He had never met "Song Yi", so he didn't know what he looked like or how strong he was. Therefore, even Yang Ji didn't know whether Zhao Hua could win.
In this battle, there were too few things he could control.
But to be honest, Yang Ji was also a little curious about how powerful the "Baxia Futian Fist" he had comprehended was in Zhao Hua's hands.
"Zhang Li..."
Yang Ji was about to say yes to Zhang Li when suddenly, a familiar voice with surprise came from not far away.
"Haha, Yang Ji, it's great that you're here! -"
A tall figure looked like a savior, leading a few people, squeezing through the crowd, and walked over here.
