Yang Xuanlan walked with his hands behind his back and a calm expression as he walked among the crowd.\
During the martial arts examination, it was not a big deal for the examiner to visit. Therefore, Yang Xuanlan's appearance in the examination room did not cause much commotion.
Except for the people nearby, no one noticed Yang Xuanlan. Everyone's attention was still on the martial arts examination itself.
"boom!"
Step after step, Yang Xuanlan raised his head and looked at himself across three or four stages. Those seemingly ordinary steps passed through the heavy crowd, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.
Yang Ji even had a feeling that Yang Xuanlan would secretly kill him in the next moment.
"Damn it!"
Yang Ji gritted his teeth in his heart. Although he knew clearly that Yang Xuanlan would never dare to do anything to him in front of everyone. However, his warrior instinct was uncontrollably affected.
For a strong martial artist like Yang Xuanlan, even if he doesn't take action, his changes in Qi alone are enough to influence his opponents. Yang Ji knew full well that Yang Xuanlan was disrupting his own mind and destroying his mental rhythm in this way.
"Boom!"
A strong wind blew against his face. Sui Yiqiu held a big seal in his hand, carrying the strong wind and waves, and rushed down towards Yang Ji's Tianling Cap like a god.
Spirit, will, and momentum are three combined into one.
The power of Sui Yiqiu's move was so wonderful that Yang Ji was just stunned for a moment and had no way to retreat.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Ji thought about it over and over again, and finally changed his mind.
"Boom!"
The next moment, under the shocked gazes of everyone, Yang Ji suddenly stepped forward, bowed, and punched out violently. There was a loud boom, and Sui Yiqiu struck Yang Ji's iron fist with an earth-shattering seal.
It seemed as if it had hit a heavy mountain. It came to an abrupt stop.
"ah!"
There were exclamations from all directions, and many candidates who were paying attention to this battle let out low voices.
The momentum of Yang Ji's punches was not that amazing. There was even a huge contrast between him and Sui Yiqiu. One was stronger and the other was weaker. However, no one expected that this ordinary punch could actually block Sui Yiqiu's momentum.
A stunning blow.
"How can it be?"
The first to react were the brothers from Sui Yiqiu's Shui sect. Sui Yiqiu got a mid-to-high-grade black iron-blood magical weapon by chance. Not many people knew about it.
But everyone close to them knows it.
Sui Yiqiu rarely uses this kind of magic weapon because it is too eye-catching. Privately, everyone is arguing that unless they are masters of the sixth level of martial arts Yin Fire Yang Talisman, few people can beat Sui Yiqiu.
True strength.
But no one expected that when Sui Yiqiu revealed his hidden strength and sacrificed this black iron-blood magic weapon, he was unable to win over a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect.
"How is this possible? How can the people of the Iron Crown Sect stop Brother Sui's smoke and water unity?"
Everyone's hearts were shaken. They felt that they had been greatly shocked.
"The people from the big sect are really awesome!"
Sui Yiqiu's move failed, and his heart suddenly sank. Among the big sects, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and his own concealment methods were already powerful enough, but he didn't expect to do anything about this disciple of the Iron Crown Sect named Yang Ji.
On the other side, Yang Ji was forced to show his true strength and no longer hid it.
"Brother Sui, I'm offended!"
Yang Ji gave a low shout and immediately launched an attack.
"boom!"
Yang Ji's Dantian was shaken. The blood furnace roared, and an unparalleled huge wave burst out from his body. Yang Ji shook his hands and performed the "Baxia Boxing Technique" obtained from Zhao Hua.
"He bows his head!"
"Ba Xia Camel Monument!"
…
Yang Ji's whole aura changed. It was fierce, powerful, and full of offensiveness. It was completely different from before.
"Roar!--"
The void behind Yang Ji changed, and an ancient breath came out from the depths of the void. The huge underlord shook his head and tail, and came to life. In conjunction with Yang Ji, he launched a thunderous attack on Sui Yiqiu.
"what is that?!"
Suddenly, a burst of exclamation came from the audience. An examinee looked at the blazing flames on Yang Ji's fist and opened his eyes wide in shock.
In an instant, countless eyes were attracted.
"Fire of the Balrog!"
Unnoticed by everyone, Cao Dian, who was dressed in black, had his eyelids twitching. He suddenly looked back and looked at Yang Ji on the ring. The light in his eyes changed, and bursts of heart-stopping cold light burst out.
In the ring, Yang Jiwu and I were both forgotten, not paying attention to the outside world at all.
boom!
In the first move, Sui Yiqiu took three steps back. In the second move, Sui Yiqiu staggered and was directly suppressed by Yang Ji.
"Brother Sui, I'm sorry!"
The aura on Yang Ji's body increased, and the power of the fire demon burned like a raging fire, directly burning 30% of Sui Yiqiu's blood energy, canceling out his advantage in magical weapons.
"boom!"
When the third move was executed, waves of blood surged all over Yang Ji's body, roaring out like a landslide and the ground cracking, directly knocking Sui Yiqiu out of the guardrail.
Buzz! Sui Yiqiu's energy and blood surged, rolling endlessly in the air. Finally, he had extraordinary cultivation. When he landed, he swung his body, drew an arc, and landed steadily on the ground.
The moment he landed, Sui Yiqiu's entire face turned pale, and his lips were even more pale and bloodless.
"well!"
Yang Ji looked at Sui Yiqiu under the ring, shook his head, and sighed in his heart.
He could feel Sui Yiqiu's state of mind. Unfortunately, there was no room for two tigers in one mountain. In this arena, there could only be one winner.
The few places in the martial arts examination were important to Sui Yiqiu, but not so much to himself.
On the ring, Sui Yiqiu's mind was buzzing, and he went blank for a while. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"……I lost!"
Without saying much, Sui Yiqiu squeezed through the crowd, turned around, and quickly disappeared outside the Martial Palace.
Talent, martial arts, reflexes, magical weapons... Sui Yiqiu lacked everything. But he still failed in the end. In the martial arts examination, there are not many martial arts geniuses who lost their minds like this.
However, this is the martial arts examination.
Yang Ji came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced in the direction of Yang Xuanlan, then walked off the ring.
——The place where Yang Xuanlan was was empty, he had already left.
…
In the next few days, Yang Xuanlan appeared one after another and used his powerful energy to restrain Yang Ji.
Yang Ji simply changed his strategy and no longer used the dodge "Floating Light Body Technique", but instead used the "Baxia Futian Fist" one after another. The "Fire of the Flame" that could ignite the blood, coupled with the powerful "Baxia"
"Under the Futian Fist", Yang Ji defeated several elite disciples in the martial arts examinations one after another.
The number of people taking the martial arts examination also quickly shrunk from seventy or eighty to just over twenty.
Among the last twenty or so people, they included the two masters Bai Julu and Cao Dian, as well as Shi Zhongye, whom Chen Zhu wanted to be careful about.
But the most surprising thing was that a mysterious candidate named "Zhou Qun" actually eliminated several disciples from Mount Paektu one after another and entered the final quota of twenty people.
"Sir, are you looking for me?"
In the General's Mansion in Langya County, Zhou Qun walked into the slightly dim hall dressed in simple clothes. He had an ordinary face, and he was the kind of person who looked honest and thick. He would not stand out in a crowd.
And simple clothes will not make people pay special attention to him. As a non-sect disciple, Zhou Qun's clothes are too ordinary.
However, if you didn't know, it would be hard to believe that this candidate named Zhou Qun actually eliminated several disciples from Mount Paektu one after another.
The strength is simply outrageous!
There was silence in the main hall.
Yang Xuanlan sat upright, motionless. He didn't say a word, but the pressure in the hall was as solid as substance. It was extremely strong. Even though he had just taken office, Yang Xuanlan still had the official authority and solid temperament in him.
But it is far beyond the comparison of ordinary martial arts people who have just taken office.
He seems to be the kind of person who was born to be an official.
His own excellent strength and the world he had seen in Taiyuan Palace gave Yang Xuanlan an aura of arrogance. He was like the pride of heaven, enough to eclipse countless of his peers.
"Do one thing for me and I will spare you."
Yang Xuanlan tapped the two fingers of his right hand lightly on the coffee table beside him, and the first words he said were like lightning bursting out, causing Zhou Qun's expression to change drastically.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
Zhou Qun raised his head and said in a deep voice, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.
"I just want to ask you one question, do you want your master to live or do you want your master to die?"
Yang Xuanlan took a sip of light tea and said calmly.
Zhou Qun couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, but his face remained calm:
"What is master and not master? Sir, I don't understand what you mean. The martial arts examination is only the student's own business, what does it have to do with others?"
Snapped!
Zhou Qun responded with a crisp sound. Yang Xuanlan raised his finger and threw the white book beside him in front of Zhou Qun.
"Let's see."
Yang Xuanlan said calmly, without any change on his face. The strategizing style was extremely strong.
Zhou Qun's heart was beating wildly. Although he didn't know what the book Yang Xuanlan dropped was, he still subconsciously knelt down and picked up the white paper book on the ground.
When he opened it and saw the first name on the title page, Zhou Qun was like a thunderbolt.
"Kangren Zhou is your master, right?"
Yang Xuanlan put the tea cup back on the table and said calmly. His voice was not high, but in Zhou Qun's ears, every word was like thunder.
"In the seventh year of the Hong Yuan Dynasty, the Zhou Chu people in Taisuzhou's martial arts department massacred the Meng family and also killed the imperial officials. They committed a heinous crime and were listed as wanted criminals... This person is your master, right?"
Yang Xuanlan glanced at Zhou Qun, leaned back slightly, and said with a smile:
"The Skynet is vast and meticulous. Madman Zhou has disappeared for more than twenty years. You don't think that no one really knows about it, do you?"
Zhou Qun felt cold all over and his face was as pale as paper.
In the main hall, Yang Xuanlan didn't even look at him. But Zhou Qun felt like he was trapped in a net like a mosquito. It was just that his answer was inappropriate. He was almost certain that Yang Xuanlan would never let him escape.
Get out of this hall.
"My master is not a murderer. Those people deserve to die..."
Zhou Qun lowered his head, his long hair hanging down, covering his face, and his hands clenched loudly.
"I know."
Yang Xuanlan smiled coldly, holding his hands on the armrests, exuding a strong sense of power:
"However, if one kills, one must pay for one's life, as God has shown. The court has not wronged him, right?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!