A powerful palm with five fingers spread out, emitting billowing black smoke, rapidly expanding in the eyes. - {2}{3}{w}{x}Yang Ji could see clearly and reacted in his heart,
But my body couldn’t keep up at all.
boom!
When the palm of his hand pressed down, Yang Ji's body fell into pieces like a piece of tofu dropped to the ground. At the last moment of "death", what Yang Ji saw was a dark golden mask, and his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain.
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…
"call!"
Yang Ji woke up from his trance, sat up suddenly, breathed heavily, and sweated profusely.
"Failed again."
Yang Ji shook his head, and his wet hair hit his cheeks with a cold feeling. This was not the first time he fought against the "evil prince" projected in his mind, but after every battle, Yang Ji was exhausted and felt like he had died once.
a feeling of.
"Battle of the Evil Way" sat on the back of the crane in the sky and witnessed the entire battle between the evil prince and the elders of the sect, and also saw his most powerful strength: terrible fighting instinct, extremely fast speed, vicious evil skills, and...
There is great power!
——Yang Ji projected all these into his mind, forming a new "evil prince".
But the subsequent training process was very different from Yang Ji's imagination. Perhaps it was because Yang Ji's mental strength was getting calmer, or because the evil prince's martial arts were too realistic, too powerful, and deadly.
Every battle in Yang Ji's mind was equivalent to dying once. This was no longer training, but an experience of infinite death.
"It's so scary. Although I saw his moves, I couldn't follow them at all."
Sweat dropped from his forehead drop by drop. Yang Ji lowered his head and thought secretly in his heart. "Wuzong" level experts are completely different from ordinary warriors.
When the evil prince was chasing Yang Ji, his target was just Su Hong in him. As for Yang Ji himself, he didn't put it in his eyes. But when he fought against the elders of the Iron Crown Sect, he really used all his strength. That kind of simplicity,
The rapid, fatal, powerful, and threatening blow is still chilling when I think about it.
Yang Ji asked himself that even if he was in the same realm and had the same strength, he was no match for him and could not stop his attack.
"His punches are so concise, almost streamlined, straight to the limit. There is no superfluous movement. Not only the trajectory of the punch, but also the muscles, bones, tendons, and ligaments of the body are all for this purpose.
Boxing service. Just to hit the opponent faster than the opponent."
Yang Ji recalled the methods of the evil prince in his mind. He had learned to "fist first" and his shooting speed was much faster than that of warriors at the same level.
But the evil prince is different. This is not just a difference in skills and techniques. What he shows is a powerful, innate fighting instinct, which even surpasses Yang Ji's current powerful one.
psychoanalytic ability.
"My ability is still not enough, I still have to strengthen it again!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The evil prince's attacks are too deadly and threatening. The result of being slower than him is often not injury, but death!
Bang bang!
A sound of tables and chairs colliding came from the other side, faintly mixed with a burst of curses:
"Get up, get up, get up! It's time to practice. Tomorrow is the official registration time for the martial arts examination. We must not only defeat them in the audience, but also defeat them on the stage. We have died so many people, if we are still in the martial arts examination
We lost to them. Do you still want to return to the sect?"
Yang Ji smiled when he heard this, knowing that it was Chen Zhu who was supervising the disciples of the "Blood Furnace Realm" next door again. Chen Zhu was now teaching them by words and deeds every day, telling them how to deal with the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect.
It's pity that these Black Sword Sect disciples in the Blood Furnace Realm are all good masters, but they are like children in front of Chen Zhu, with no temper at all.
Yang Ji saw it once. Although Chen Zhu said that his roar was a bit loud, the strong man from "Little Zhou Tian" did have better vision, knowledge and martial arts than the master from the "Blood Furnace Realm".
Every time he teaches, he must be truthful. Therefore, although these disciples of the Black Sword Sect are scolded harshly, they are still willing to listen.
Phew! Yang Ji shook his sleeves and stood up from the floor. He filled a basin with water, scooped it up, washed it, wiped his sweat with a towel, then stood up and walked out the door.
When Yang Ji went out, Chen Zhu had already left with the disciples of the Black Sword Sect. In the large courtyard surrounded by green pines and ancient cypresses, warriors from various sects mingled like shuttles, constantly pouring in from the inns with eaves and brackets.
came out.
Yang Ji is somewhat famous in the sect circles, especially since he rescued many disciples from other sects during the "Battle of Evil Ways", and is even more famous.
However, this kind of popularity is only limited to a small number of people. For most people, they have never seen Yang Ji at all.
The crowds were flowing like a shuttle. Tomorrow is the time when registration for the martial arts examination officially begins. All those participating in the martial arts examination, whether they are disciples of sects or free warriors in the name of local areas, have sped up their actions. Restaurants, tea shops, stations, inns...
, go wherever you can get the information and try your best to understand the qualifications of the opponent in this competition.
Yang Ji mingled with the crowd, passed through the gate of "Wusheng Station", crossed several lanes, passed teahouses, wine shops, and at the end of a street, Yang Ji finally saw what he was looking for:
A magnificent palace-style building stands there, with vermilion tiles shining in the early morning sun. The door in front of the building is tightly guarded. A full-blooded and powerful soldier is guarding the door, looking at people as if
Anyone who comes close will be cut in half with a knife.
"After waiting for so many days, he finally came. I almost thought he wouldn't come."
Yang Ji looked at the palace and thought to himself.
There is a black-painted plaque on the door of the main hall, with two upright and strong characters on it: Guanyi.
The official post in Langya City is basically closed all year round, and even the generals guarding the city will not easily break in. This is because such places are prepared for the court officials and generals who come and go on official business.
Time flies, Yang Ji has been waiting in Langya City for almost ten days, and finally received news from Wang Tai: Just in the evening, General Wang Tai arrived at Langya City.
"Whether we can succeed or not depends on this."
Yang Ji looked at the official post in Zhu Ding in the distance and felt slightly uneasy. He had actually obtained a lot of information about the second examiner Wang Tai from Wang Xian.
Yang Ji also studied the map of Taishangzhou on the western frontier for a long time.
But after all, these things were heard and figured out. No one knows what General Wang Tai is like.
"Hopefully it will be successful."
Yang Ji secretly said to himself.
The second examiner, Wang Tai, was the key to his martial arts examination, and Yang Ji did not expect him to be open-minded and cover up for himself.
What Yang Ji wanted was just to prevent Yang Xuanlan from avenging his personal revenge, so as to get a chance to be treated fairly in the martial arts examination. Therefore, Yang Ji felt confident in his heart. He did not feel inappropriate. Even if Wang Tai saw through it, Yang Ji had a clear conscience.
.
As long as this visit left a deep impression on this general who was rumored to be meticulous and extremely unapproachable, and made him take a second look at his examination paper, the goal would be achieved.
"clatter!"
Yang Ji flicked his robe, stepped forward, and strode towards the official post in the distance.
"stop!"
In front of the gate of the official post, Yang Jigang walked over. Before he got close, six soldiers standing in a row immediately drew out half of their swords with a clanging sound:
"This is an important place for the government. The place where General Wang Tai rests. No one else can come near, so leave quickly."
A soldier leader sternly scolded. His eyes were sharp, his momentum was intimidating, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression.
"Don't get me wrong, I am the captain of the imperial court. Please inform me and tell my student Yang Ji to come to see me."
Yang Ji spoke with a clear accent and an extraordinary momentum. He took out the "Captain's Walking Token" given to him by Yi Xiantian with a swish, grabbed it in the palm of his hand, and waved it in front of several soldiers.
The "Captain's Walking" token is only equivalent to the real power of the captain, but in name, he still has the title of "Captain". How can a captain in the university compare to the captain of the imperial court?
Therefore, Yang Ji deliberately did not mention the captain, but only said that he was the captain of the imperial court.
Sure enough, the six soldiers were shocked when they saw the token in Yang Ji's hand. They had only heard of the captain and captain, but they had never heard of "the captain walking".
But there is no doubt that the token in Yang Ji's hand bears the seal of the imperial court.
In the Han Dynasty, pretending to be a court official or seal was a serious crime of beheading. No one was so bold.
"Can you please borrow it? I can't make the decision on this matter. I have to go inside and ask Mr. Wang for instructions!"
The soldier leader pointed at the "Captain Walking" token in Yang Ji's hand.
"No problem at all."
Yang Ji smiled and handed over the captain's walking token in his hand without hesitation.
The soldier leader took the token, turned around, opened the gate of the official post, and hurriedly disappeared inside.
"Hope it works."
When the soldier leader disappeared, the smile on Yang Ji's face suddenly disappeared.
Wang Tai is the chief official of the imperial court, and his posture is obviously to prevent candidates from visiting him before the exam. If he visits him in the name of a candidate, he will never see him.
So Yang Ji thought of the token given by Yi Xiantian. Yi Xiantian had a good background, and borrowing his name would be much more useful than his own.
However, Yang Ji actually had no idea whether it would be useful or not. After all, according to the information he obtained, Wang Tai was notoriously harsh and difficult to force.
It was quiet inside the open door of the Guanyi Cave. The soldier leader who entered with Yang Ji's "Captain's Walking" token seemed to be lost in the sea, and there was no news.
It seemed like a second had passed, and it seemed like countless long centuries had passed. Just when Yang Ji was running out of patience and thought he had failed, there was a sound of heavy footsteps. The warrior leader who had just disappeared came back again.
, holding Yang Ji's token in his hand, he raised his head and took a deep look, and then said:
"The general has an order, you can go in -"
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Ji was overjoyed. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
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