Yang Ji laughed. These people came from Mount Paektu, and he had some scruples at first. But now, his feelings are completely different.
"It is true that people like me are not of high origin, but if you want to threaten me, it depends on who is speaking. You... you are not qualified yet."
As soon as Yang Ji's voice fell, he immediately took action.
boom!
The sleeve of Yang Ji's right arm made a rustling sound, and a fist as white as jade emerged from the sleeve like lightning.
There was originally some distance between the two people. But in order to force Yang Ji, this Paektu Mountain disciple walked in front of him. The distance between the two people was less than an arm's length, and he couldn't even hide.
Bang! There was a loud noise, and Yang Ji's iron fist hit the Paektu Mountain disciple almost instantly.
"How dare you do it!"
The young man in white clothes was furious. There was a flash of blood, and a blood shield stuck to his skin and appeared on the inside of his robe almost instantly, lying in front of Yang Ji's iron fist.
Baitoushan's teachings, various martial arts skills and reactions are far beyond ordinary people. Even if the distance is only one foot, it is impossible for Yang Ji to sneak attack him.
The young man in white was about to shout angrily when suddenly his expression changed——
"boom!"
Like a match thrown into black oil, the blood outside the body of the young man in white was suddenly ignited by Yang Ji, burning violently. Ten percent of his skill was reduced to only seventy percent in an instant.
A majestic and overwhelming force came from the opposite side, bang! Before the young man in white could react, he was thrown away by this powerful force that completely overwhelmed him.
"ah!--"
Like a thrown brick, the young man in white exclaimed, his feet lifted off the ground, and he flew out. The power erupted from Yang Ji's iron fist was so powerful that when he flew out, his body was in the air.
Spin it up.
"Wow!"
The crowd was in an uproar. Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. Especially those who knew the details of these people were completely shocked.
"Fire? Flames burst out from his fists. Is this the Yin Fire Yang Talisman?"
"Impossible. It is impossible to have such a level of cultivation in the martial arts examination. He has really mastered the Yin Fire Yang Talisman, there is no way he will not pass!"
"His flames are different from the Yin Fire Yang Talisman!"
"You are so courageous. The people of Mount Paektu did not take action, but he took action first. Doesn't he know the status and power of Mount Paektu?"
"If he knew, would he dare to take action?"
…
The surrounding candidates who were still watching the excitement were all stunned by Yang Ji's punch. No one thought that Yang Ji would take action, and no one thought that the arrogant and imposing Paektu Mountain disciple would actually lose.
And it's still the kind that's completely crushed.
"Buzz!"
Just as the young man in white was about to fly out of the hall, suddenly, the light dimmed, and a strong and powerful arm appeared out of thin air, straddling the front of the hall.
Bang! The young man in white who was knocked away by Yang Ji hit this arm, just like hitting an indestructible copper wall. It instantly went from extremely moving to extremely quiet, and suddenly stopped and stopped in the air.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and his expression changed slightly.
"Master!"
This thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he knew how powerful he was. Although another person could stop him, he would never be able to eliminate all the kinetic energy like this person, and his arms could not even shake.
Didn't tremble a bit.
Looking along the arm, Yang Ji saw a resolute and stern face. The man was about 23 or 24 years old, about nine feet tall, and stood a head taller than the others in the crowd.
In fact, the aura on his body is much stronger than that of other Paektu Mountain disciples.
"Seventh Senior Brother!"
The young man in white who was thrown away by Yang Ji suddenly calmed down and said respectfully.
The man called Seventh Senior Brother didn't say anything. He raised his wrist and put the young man in white down to the ground.
"That's what I want you to stay away from Yuanyuan."
The nine-foot-tall Paektu Mountain expert pursed his lips tightly, without a smile on his face. His eyes were fixed on Yang Ji, and there was a strong sense of oppression in his voice. Even the other candidates around him knew clearly that this "
"Senior Brother Seven" was not directed at himself, but he couldn't help but feel strong pressure, and couldn't help but shrink his shoulders and step back.
"...This is for your own good."
The seventh senior brother said calmly, his voice was firm and cold.
It was quiet all around, no one dared to speak.
"I heard."
Yang Ji's expression was very calm, and he met the other party's gaze without any disturbance. Having come this far, no matter what kind of opponent he was, he could no longer shake him:
"But, what I mean is, you better not interfere. I will think about what I want to do."
His calm words revealed his unyielding will.
In an instant, the swords were at war, the two people looked at each other, and there was an infinite flicker of fire in the void. Mount Baektu's status was so transcendent that even the Iron Crown Sect could not compare with it.
As a disciple of Mount Paektu, I have inherited this pride and honor.
However, Yang Ji also has the kind of character that refuses to accept soft or hard advice. Even if he knows that the other party is from Paektu Mountain, he will not give up his credit.
There is absolutely no room for compromise between the two.
"very good!"
The Seventh Senior Brother stared at Yang Ji with a faint flash of fire in his eyes. For some reason, the candidates around him suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.
"It's always been like this."
Yang Ji said calmly. His fortitude is no less than that of this seventh senior brother.
"Asshole! I don't even know what you are, how dare you talk to the Seventh Senior Brother like this!"
One of the Paektu Mountain disciples finally couldn't help but cursed angrily.
What is the status of Seventh Senior Brother in Baekdu Mountain? Normally, everyone would hold their breath and be respectful. But this is good, here comes a kid who doesn't know what he means, and he actually dares to talk to Seventh Senior Brother like this.
I don’t take Mount Paektu seriously at all.
"Hey!"
Yang Ji sneered and glanced at the few Paektu Mountain disciples who were approaching from the left and right sides. These people were very good at cultivation. If he hadn't possessed the power of the Fire Demon, he wouldn't have been able to deal with them with ease.
After suffering a loss, these people are obviously prepared to be tough. If necessary, they will teach him a lesson.
"If I were you, I would never take action at this time."
Yang Ji smiled, looking over the shoulders of several people and looking outside the hall. The commotion here had attracted the attention of several patrolling captains.
In the direction behind him, Yang Ji could also hear the clanging sound of armor. It was obvious that someone from the imperial court was coming here.
The martial arts examination is a major event for the imperial court. It is temporary and small disturbances do not matter, but once it lasts for too long, the nature of attracting attention will be completely different.
Making trouble in the examination room is a big deal, and you may be deprived of the qualification to take the examination. Although Yang Ji is also worried about this, he is more sure that these people are definitely more worried than himself.
People from Baekdu Mountain have absolutely no interest in wasting time in a place like Sambojeon without having anything to do. Their purpose is just to get a name in the martial arts examination and then go to a bigger and more lively place.
Their background in Paektu Mountain makes them confident, and they regard the title of "Martial Scholar" as their own prohibition. Because of this, they are absolutely unwilling to be deprived of the qualification for the martial arts examination for this reason.
Sure enough, when he saw several armored captains approaching from the crowd, their expressions changed as they were disciples of Mount Paektu, and they immediately gave up the idea of joining forces to teach Yang Ji a lesson.
"It doesn't matter."
The man called Seventh Senior Brother stretched out an arm to stop everyone. He turned back and took a deep look at Yang Ji, and said calmly:
"Don't think it's a threat to you. You and Yuanyuan are not from the same world. We are doing this for your own good."
"You can defeat Shen Bin, and your strength is not bad. See you in the ring."
After saying this, he put his right hand on the gold-inlaid sword scabbard on his waist, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to leave before the people from the court came over.
Behind him, all the Paektu Mountain disciples also left.
No one noticed that when the Seventh Senior Brother led the people away, one of the Paektu Mountain disciples who looked a little strange deliberately stayed behind, waited for some distance, and suddenly ran towards Yang Ji.
"Um?"
Yang Ji raised his eyebrows and was about to put on a defensive stance. Suddenly, he saw this strange Paektu Mountain disciple waving his hands repeatedly and saying with a smile:
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble."
"Miss Yuanyuan asked me to bring it to you if she wanted to."
"She needs your help!"
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji was slightly shocked and blurted out: "What happened to her?"
In fact, Yang Ji and Bai Yuanyuan only had a friendship in the martial arts hall of Pingchuan City. Although the time was short, it was a life-and-death friendship.
Yang Ji actually has a good impression of Bai Yuanyuan. She has amazing talents and is a good person. At least she is not as arrogant as these Baitoushan disciples.
Yang Ji originally thought that as a bloodline of Baitou Mountain, nothing would happen to Bai Yuanyuan. But first the beauty in white next to Yi Xiantian mentioned Bai Yuanyuan, and then the disciples of Baitou Mountain came to make trouble for him.
.
Now, this strange Baitou Mountain disciple said that Bai Yuanyuan needed his help. No matter how slow Yang Ji reacted, he knew that something must have happened to Bai Yuanyuan.
"Miss Yuanyuan's side..."
The Paektu Mountain disciple said and looked back, only to see a Paektu Mountain disciple behind him stop, as if he had discovered something.
His expression changed and his tone immediately changed:
"This is not the place to talk. Seventh Senior Brother and the others will not want to see me coming into contact with you. I will come back to you when the martial arts examination is over."
In the distance, other people seemed to have noticed something. The body of this Mount Paektu disciple was shaking slightly, with a worried look on his face. Without enough time to pay attention to Yang Ji, he suddenly jumped up and quickly rushed out.
"Remember. My name is Bai Wuji."
With that said, he disappeared in the crowd.
"Bai Wuji..."
Yang Ji frowned and said nothing. The disciple of Mount Paektu walked away smoothly, but he never finished the rest of his words. Yang Ji didn't understand what Bai Yuanyuan had encountered as a bloodline of Mount Paektus.
If you are in trouble, you will have no choice but to ask the trustee to find you.
"What the hell is going on?"
A stern voice came. From the front and back, several armored imperial guards rushed over and asked sternly. The candidates around them all turned around and remained silent.
Baektu Mountain has a great reputation and a very important position. Offending them will bring no good results. People who know about it will naturally be unwilling to restore them.
At least I don’t know. It’s so crowded that I can’t see anything clearly. It’s useless to ask.
Yang Ji lowered his head slightly and walked out of the hall mixed in with the crowd before several captains came to find him. r1152