Seeing the white giant deer, Bai Wujuan and others, who were still arrogant before, were like mice seeing a cat, they all lowered their heads one after another:
"Brother!"
"Where do you think this is?!"
Bai Julu glanced at everyone sternly.
"But senior brother, junior sister Yuanyuan..."
Everyone was still a little unwilling.
"enough!"
Bai Julu stared at everyone with stern eyes: "Get out of my way and let him go!"
Everyone was frightened by his gaze, and they all felt terrified and immediately stepped aside obediently. Senior Brother Bai doesn't get angry easily, but when he gets angry, it's also very scary.
Yang Ji looked at Bai Julu, frowning, and remained silent.
"Yang Ji!"
After Bai Julu scolded everyone, he raised his head and looked at Yang Ji:
"Listen to my advice. It would be better for you to have less contact with Bai Wuji. That will be good for you."
Yang Ji looked at the white giant deer, and a thick cloud suddenly passed between his brows.
Bai Julu didn't say much. After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
The commotion only lasted for a moment and then subsided. On the ring, Wang Tai and Yang Xuanlan watched the two sides disperse and slowly withdrew their eyes.
There are severe penalties for riots in the martial arts examination. If the two sides continue to entangle, Wang Tai will have to intervene.
"Yang Ji, are you okay?"
As soon as Yang Ji came over, Zhao Hua, Chen Zhu and others hurriedly greeted him.
"Junior Brother Yang, are you okay?"
Zhao Hua and others expressed concern. The disciples of Mount Paektu surrounded Yang Ji and they all saw it. They almost passed by, but Pan Chen stopped him and said to wait and see what happens. No one in the Martial Palace dared to cause trouble, not even Mount Paektu.
Same.
"Senior Brother Yang, are those people from Mount Paektu trying to embarrass you in order to compete for the leadership of Wu Xiucai?"
Ouyang Zizhi asked everyone's thoughts.
The only two favorites left in the martial arts examination are Yang Ji and Bai Julu. Up to now, they have not played against each other.
Just wait until Yang Ji and Bai Julu fight. This three-year martial arts event is almost over.
"no."
Yang Ji shook his head: "It's related to some things I did in Pingchuan City before."
"oh."
Everyone was stunned. However, since Yang Ji didn't say anything, they couldn't ask more questions.
"Junior Brother Yang, don't think too much. This opportunity is really rare. You are now infinitely close to the position of the martial arts leader of this term, and you are only one step away from being the leader. If successful, this will be a great influence on your future experiences.
And it will be of great help in your career. This is something that the rest of us cannot ask for."
Pan Chen kindly advised:
"Although I don't know why they conflicted with you, but maybe they just want to distract you with this kind of words."
"That's right! Yang Ji, you are the only one in our group who has this hope. Whether it's for yourself or for those generous rewards, you must calm down and give it your all!"
Chen Zhu also said, his eyes full of expectation.
It's hard to believe that he would actually care about other people's affairs. However, since Yang Ji saved his life in the Langya Battle, Chen Zhu has a completely different view of Yang Ji.
The more he comes into contact with him, the more Chen Zhu admires him. There is a kind of person in this world for whom you will not be jealous by nature, but will sincerely hope that he succeeds.
Yang Ji looked at everyone, a look of gratitude flashed in his eyes.
There are twelve candidates for the martial arts examination finals, including Bai Wuji. Yang Ji has already fought against all eleven of them. Now only Bai Julu is left.
Success or failure depends on the last game.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, calmed down, and silently stirred up the blood and energy in his body, pushing his energy and spirit to the highest peak...
…
"about there."
In the crowd, Bai Julu looked away from the ring and said to the people around him: "You guys are here, I'll go out and prepare."
"Yes, senior brother."
Everyone responded.
Bai Julu left the crowd and went to the outside world. Unlike Yang Ji, as a seed player, Bai Julu's games were always arranged later.
Yang Ji has been on stage eleven times and has defeated all the contestants except him. But Bai Julu still needs a few games before he can get his turn to fight Yang Ji.
Although for Bai Julu, these battles are not threatening at all. But when it comes to the sect's grand strategy, Bai Julu will not dare to be careless in the slightest no matter how confident he is.
Just for a moment, the white giant deer left the hall.
"Buzz!"
Time passed slowly, and the competition on the ring continued, but at some point, the focus of everyone's attention was no longer on it.
"What about Yang Ji?"
"The white giant deer seems to have left too."
At some point, everyone looking around suddenly realized that Yang Ji and Bai Julu were missing from the crowd.
"I really want to know who of these two will win!"
"This is still useful. It must be the White Giant Deer. He is the descendant of Mount Paektu and one of the Five Holy Lands!"
"It's hard to say. Mount Paektu is indeed powerful, but not everyone is. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that all the masters in the world would come out of Mount Paektu?"
"That's right. The Zhou Qun who was taken away before has not defeated several disciples from Paektu Mountain and Heishuiya. These things are all uncertain."
"Hehe, if that Yang Ji can defeat the descendant of Mount Paektu, that would be amazing!"
"No!"
…
Everyone was talking and laughing. Bai Julu's strength was recognized, otherwise he would not have been directly promoted to the seed selection, without the elimination round, and directly entered the finals.
But deep down, everyone is still full of expectations for Yang Ji.
Most of the candidates here come from ordinary backgrounds, either from rural fields, sects, aristocratic families, or some wealthy families in the county. Compared to the high-ranking and otherworldly Five Holy Lands, Yang Ji is obviously closer to them.
At least, the origin of Yang Ji's Tieguan faction is nothing special.
"I really want to know if he will succeed!"
At this moment, the same thought arose in the hearts of many people.
The atmosphere in the Martial Palace gradually became warmer. Wang Tai was condescending. Seeing this scene, he smiled lightly and said:
"Master Yang, it's almost over. You and I are trusted by the imperial court to be responsible for this year's martial arts examination. Now the truth is almost coming to light, and there is a result."
"I have prepared the gold list. Then I will have to work hard for you, Mr. Wang."
Yang Xuanlan held a porcelain cup of flowers and birds in his palm. He leaned on the back of the seat and said calmly.
Basic etiquette is still required between colleagues in the officialdom. Although they wish that Yang Ji would be destroyed as soon as possible, his attitude towards the veteran generals Wang Tai and Yang Xuanlan is different.
"Why bother? We are all doing things for the imperial court. I only hope that the list of gold medals presented this time can be appreciated by the imperial court. This will also be a great achievement for you and me."
Wang Tai smiled slightly.
Yang Xuanlan remained silent, but did not answer this time.
"boom!"
When Bai Julu came on the stage and defeated his last opponent, Wu Dian, who had been sleeping for a long time, seemed to wake up suddenly and burst into a burst of shocking cheers.
"finals!--"
"finals!--"
…
The entire martial arts hall was bustling with excitement, just like a grand festival.
Yang Ji and Bai Julu both heard the cheers and calls from the two northern corners, but they quickly fell into the rhythm of breathing.
The time interval between this game is relatively long in order to give Yang Ji and Bai Julu enough time to recuperate their blood and restore their condition.
The effect of getting through Xiao Zhoutian became apparent at this time. For ordinary warriors, this time is ineffective, but for warriors of Yang Ji's level, these time are already quite useful.
"Next game..."
I don’t know how long it took, but amid the anticipation of everyone, a long-lost voice echoed over the Martial Palace:
"White Julu, Yang Ji!"
At this moment, even Wang Tai and Yang Xuanlan focused their attention on the small square inch of space in the center of the hall.
"Buzz!"
When Bai Julu, exuding a huge aura and wearing his iconic white clothes, stepped onto the corner of the ring, the entire martial arts hall went crazy.
"White Giant Deer!——"
"White Giant Deer!——"
In this world of martial arts and gods, the strong are always respected. This is an unchanging theme. In Youda's martial arts hall, there are definitely not a few fans of Bai Julu.
"Brother, come on!"
Under the ring, Bai Wuhan and other disciples from Mount Paektu were also shouting crazily, and their fanaticism was no worse than the others.
"Damn, this environment is so contagious!"
Bai Wujuan cursed fiercely. Then he raised his fist fiercely and joined the excited crowd again with great enjoyment.
A fanatical environment can always affect people. Before taking part in the martial arts examination this time, everyone really didn't take it seriously. I felt that this trip was just like picking fruits from a tree, picking a few "Martial Arts Scholars" and then leaving.
But when you really go deep into it, you are immersed in it unconsciously and deeply affected. Moreover, you can't resist at all in your heart, and you enjoy it very much.
In the ring, Bai Julu smiled calmly. At this moment, he was heroic, majestic, powerful, wise, majestic, noble, and almost loved by thousands of people. He was as dazzling as a god.
With powerful strength and noble origin, Bai Julu represents the elusive dream of many people!
"call!"
Far away, in another corner of the hall, Yang Ji exhaled and stood up. Just now, in order to push Little Zhou Tian and absorb the vitality between heaven and earth, Yang Ji specially chose this remote corner on the edge.
"It's my turn..."
Yang Ji raised his head, his eyes sparkling with countless thoughts. At this moment, countless pictures passed through his mind. "The leader of Wu Xiucai" represented a huge honor and a huge reward.
Yang Ji,...want it!
"laugh!"
In the darkness, Yang Ji turned his fingers. Between the five fingers, there were vague lines flickering and jumping. A hidden gun that was several feet long was hesitating. As soon as it was about to take shape, Yang Ji took the initiative to scatter it.
"call!"
Yang Ji's sleeves fluttered, and in just a moment's thought, Yang Ji immediately removed the blood from his hands, then took long strides and walked towards the central arena.
His steps are firm, steady, and full of strong will! (To be continued)