Sun Jue had long noticed the commotion in other parts of the square, but he didn't expect that he would see unexpected people at this time.
He didn't know Zhang Li and didn't care about him. He just thought he was an ordinary disciple of the sect. But he still knew Yang Ji.
"It's true that 'Speak to Cao Cao and Cao Cao will come'. Yang Ji, you came at the right time. You are also a disciple of the martial arts. You can participate in this competition."
Sun Jue waved his sleeves with a happy look on his face. He didn't notice "Zhang Li" next to him at all.
Yang Ji frowned imperceptibly. He was just about to agree to Zhang Li, but he didn't expect that Sun Jue would come over at this time.
This challenge took place at the "disciple level", but Yang Ji was not afraid. He didn't even have to look at who his opponent was. Yang Ji was more than 50% sure of winning.
This is a kind of self-confidence, confidence in one's own strength!
However, Zhang Li obviously couldn't wait that long.
Before he could think too much, Sun Jue had already arrived with Mo Long and others.
"Sun Jue, didn't you say you were going to deal with that poisonous golden toad? How did you succeed?"
Yang Ji opened his mouth and said.
"It's not that easy."
Sun Jue waved his hand with a wry smile on his face: "My senior brother and I guarded it for more than a month, but we missed it at the last moment. Not only did we not succeed, but several people were seriously injured by the beast. Even our senior brother Tian Kui was injured.
.It’s really not worth the loss!”
"oh."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's eyes, and he said secretly. A person like Tian Kui could fight to a tie with Lin Qingyan, but was actually injured by a toad? It's really unbelievable!
This poisonous golden toad was able to occupy the vicinity of the Iron Crown Sect for so long. It was really quite capable. Yang Ji also had to look at this monster in a different light.
"Forget it. We'll talk about these things later. Right now, it's mainly about the Iron Sword Sect. You didn't know that you were bullied to the doorstep, and everyone felt a sigh of relief. The senior brothers above scolded us for being useless, and there was nothing we could do about it.
They have extremely rich practical experience. And they are not the kind of ordinary people who compete with each other. In this aspect alone, there is a big gap between us and them."
Sun Jue was afraid that he would not understand the situation, so he kept talking in one breath, eager to introduce all the situations to Yang Ji. It seemed that playing on the field had become Yang Ji's business:
"Furthermore, I bet that just like you guide your registered disciples, there must be extremely talented masters who guide these disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. The strength of these people is a bit ridiculous, and their moves have certain
Traces of advanced martial arts."
"Are you sure?" Yang Jidao.
"Hey. I've been around this square. It's not obvious that the people below are not very strong. You will know if you have seen this disciple of the Iron Sword Sect. You can't see it clearly for yourself, but my
People are defeated at the hands of your people, I know this all too well."
Sun Jue paused and then said:
"My people have lost several games. I was originally thinking about whether to play by myself. But now you are here."
Behind Sun Jue, Mo Long and others lowered their heads, looking ashamed.
"We are all disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, so you shouldn't refuse. The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect are arrogant and the words they say are very unpleasant. It makes everyone feel bad. Besides, I guess we can only kill him quickly and neatly.
."
Sun Juedao.
Unlike Yang Ji, who spent most of his time in his room trying to figure out his martial arts skills, Sun Jue had a wide circle of friends and knew all of the disciples on Tieguan Mountain, at least he had interacted with most of them.
Most of these people are about the same strength as him. There are only a handful of people who can defeat him with one sword like Yang Ji. And the feeling of extreme sharpness and oppression is unique.
Every time he saw Yang Ji, Sun Jue felt like he saw a sword, with its edge sharply exposed. A chill filled his air! At least, in Sun Jue's heart, Yang Ji's status had reached the level of "the first" among his peers.
"Wait a minute. Who are you?"
Zhang Li turned his back to Sun Jue and others, and originally said nothing. But when Sun Jue suggested that Yang Ji come on to deal with the Iron Crown faction, Zhang Li finally couldn't help it:
"Yang Ji, come with me quickly. The competition may start at any time at Senior Brother's place. We can't wait that long."
"Who are you?"
Sun Jue just frowned, but before he could speak, Mo Long next to him started scolding: "We are talking to him, why are you interrupting?"
Neither of them is easy to talk to. Zhang Li speaks harshly, and Mo Long is not that good-tempered.
"enough!"
Yang Ji shouted sharply. He had just been thinking about this matter, but he didn't expect that the people on both sides would actually come to blows. They all said that the "enemy" of the "enemy" is a friend. This sentence obviously meant a lot to these two former "enemies" of his.
Not applicable.
"Zhang Li, let this matter rest for now."
Yang Ji first comforted Zhang Li. Then he looked at Sun Jue:
"Sun Jue, you also saw that I made an appointment with someone and it is impossible to play for the time being."
Sun Jue's eyebrows furrowed. The situation in front of him was beyond his expectation. If Yang Ji, who is most likely to defeat the opponent, does not play, then who can take his place?
"Yang Ji, this matter involves the honor of the two sects, and it can actually be big or small. On a small scale, it is just an exchange. But on a big scale... we will all have to walk down the mountain to do tasks in the future.
People. If we are suppressed like this today, no one can stand up and fight back against the other party. In the future, we will become the laughing stock of our colleagues, and everyone will laugh at us. This is what the Iron Sword Sect wants. - If you think it doesn't matter
, then I have nothing to say.”
Sun Jue said sternly.
"A person's face is like the bark of a tree", and this is especially true for "warriors". Who dares to say that he doesn't care about face?
"Haha, I didn't say that."
Yang Ji laughed.
"Then what do you mean?"
Sun Jue raised his head and said unexpectedly.
"Although I won't play, someone can."
"who?"
Sun Jue, Mo Long and others all looked over.
"You!"
Yang Ji looked at Sun Juedao.
"I?!"
Sun Jue looked surprised, then reacted and said with an unhappy look: "Yang Ji, you are not deliberately perfunctory with me, are you?"
"Why, don't you have confidence in yourself?"
Yang Ji smiled and said seriously:
"Actually, the gap between us is not that big. Whoever replaces us will be the same. It's just that our martial arts are different. I told you how to deal with them, don't you still have no confidence?"
Sun Jue and others looked surprised, but Yang Ji didn't look like he was joking.
"Now?"
"Of course it's now. Otherwise, when else."
Yang Jishi smiled and said.
His most powerful thing is actually his ability to see through the opponent's flaws, rather than his own martial arts. It's a pity that Sun Jue and the others can't see through this, and they only have an impression of this.
"Yang Ji, are you kidding me? You mean, you can figure out how to deal with him just by standing there and looking at him for a few times?"
Mo Long looked unbelieving.
Yang Ji went on the field to defeat the people of the Iron Sword Sect, and Yang Ji asked Sun Jue to go on the field and defeat the people of the Iron Sword Sect were completely different things!
Mo Long found it hard to believe that there were such powerful people in the world.
"You'll know in a moment, right?"
Yang Ji smiled.
Compared to the suspicions of Mo Long and others, Zhang Li was much calmer. Yang Ji was the one who could help Lin Qingyan turn defeat into victory and suppress "Luo Yunzi".
Even senior brother Zhao Hua begged him. He went from chasing him to treating him as a "guest". He was full of praise for the "Baxia Futian Fist" he had comprehended and transformed, and he also gave him French wine.
Another gift of elixirs.
Zhang Li has been following Zhao Hua for so long, and this is the first time he has seen him treat people so politely.
It was precisely because of this that Zhang Li thought of inviting Yang Ji to watch the battle at this time. But these people were still suspicious!
"What a bunch of idiots!"
Zhang Li rolled his eyes with disdain in his heart. He had a bad impression of Mo Long and others. It was even more so now.
"Let's go and have a look."
Yang Jidao.
Although Yang Ji was very confident in himself, he did not underestimate the other party. Surrounded by a large group of people, he saw a sword light floating in the air, constantly shuttling back and forth.
"It keeps leaving scars one after another.
"What a fast swordsmanship!"
Yang Ji couldn't help but let out a low cry. The moment he saw this "disciple" of the Iron Sword Sect, Yang Ji finally understood that Sun Jue insisted on having sex himself.
"You've also seen it. This guy's speed is incredibly fast. At least it's a lot faster than our Iron Crown Sword Sect."
Sun Jue said quietly next to Yang Ji. He was also wary of this "disciple" of the Iron Sword Sect. His moves were fast and accurate, and he had rich practical experience. Not only was his strength high, but he was also extremely fast.
Such a person, let alone an ordinary third-level martial arts disciple, even a strong man like Sun Jue would feel a lot of pressure.
"Do you see the trick?"
Yang Ji turned around and glanced at Sun Juedao.
"This guy is definitely not an unknown person. I feel that he was at least like us, born as a martial arts boy. I just don't know which county he was from. - I'm not very familiar with this either."
Sun Juedao.
There are more than 40 counties in Langya County, and not all people in the same county know each other, let alone people from other counties.
In this regard, Sun Jue, like Yang Ji, both had limited knowledge.
There was a commotion all around, but there was silence in Yang Ji's heart. He looked thoughtful. He had been exposed to some advanced swordsmanship and boxing during this time, and also learned some of the techniques.
Sun Jue was right, these people did have traces of advanced swordsmanship skills beyond their own level.
"It's faster than Xie Lou's Green Dragon Sword Technique, and not as fast as the Lightning Mother Sword Technique, but it has a similar flavor."
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind.
The swordsmanship performed by this man is somewhat similar to Zuo Guangdou's "Quick Sword", but it is more like an upgraded version. And it is not just an upgraded version.
"I heard that the Iron Sword Sect has a Floating Light Sword Technique. It is extremely fast and is a second advanced version of the 'Quick Sword'. I don't know if this is what this person used."
Sun Jue's voice floated from his ears.
Yang Ji didn't speak. He stood there motionless, like a sculpture. But his mind was running at full speed. The sword moves that seemed dazzling in the eyes of ordinary people were constantly reflected in Yang Ji's mind through the deep pupils.
.
The originally continuous moves were broken down into countless fragments in Yang Ji's eyes.
Sun Jue originally wanted to chat with him a little more and reveal more information to him. But when he saw his eyes suddenly solidified and his eyelids twitched, he immediately changed his attention and stayed motionless beside him.