"One is still at the beginning of the fifth level of martial arts, and the other is at the peak of the fifth level. No one has stepped into the general level, and has not even condensed the Yin Fire Yang Talisman. Do you want to hurt me?"
Yang Ji remained motionless and allowed the two men to attack, as if their attacks were just mosquito bites. Stretching out a hand, Yang Ji picked up the teapot he had brought when he came in and poured himself a cup of tea.
He even smoked a fried dough stick and stuffed it into his mouth.
I was reading "The Book of Secrets" last night, and it was very mentally taxing to read it all in one night. It's the time to have breakfast in the morning to replenish your physical strength and mental strength.
This is naked humiliation!
Yang Ji's actions were seen in the eyes of the two of them, which provoked the two of them to attack more and more fiercely. It was like a violent storm, and the sounds of clanging and clanging could be heard endlessly.
, but the gap between the Wuzong and Xiao Zhou Tian warriors is so huge. Not to mention that Yang Ji is much more powerful than the average Wuzong.
"ah!"
Seeing Yang Ji taking a sip of fragrant tea calmly in front of him, Yang Bao became furious, with blood-red eyes, he could no longer hold back and punched the teacup in Yang Ji's hand as if to vent his anger.
Seeing this scene, Yang Ji's expression turned cold, and there was no longer any trace of joking in his eyes.
"Boom!"
Like a flash flood, like a roaring sea tide, amidst the sound of rolling steel, Yang Ji felt a heavy and dense blood in Yang Ji's body, like lead and mercury, suddenly expanded from a small one, and spread violently like a storm.
Bang bang!
Wherever the dense blood energy storm passed, Yang Long and Yang Bao flew out with a controlled groan, as if the autumn wind swept fallen leaves.
There were only two bangs heard. One of them hit the wall and the other hit the ground. Blood gushed out from the corners of their mouths and they were badly injured.
"Ridiculous!"
Yang Ji stood up and crushed the green porcelain cup in his hand with a snap. He let the boiling tea drip onto his fingers. Yang Ji looked down from a high position and stared at the two of them fiercely, his eyes were cold:
"I came here this time to tell you that at this moment and at that moment, there is a huge gap between you and me. Even if I stand there and don't move, you can't do anything to me."
Seeing the two people slumped on the ground, looking as if they were lost in thought, Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly understood something, and sneered:
"I have already reached the Wuzong level. It seems that Yang Xuanlan hasn't told you yet, right?"
The two of them looked pale, staring at Yang Ji motionless like wooden figures. Yang Bao was okay, but he just stared at Yang Ji with hatred. Yang Long seemed to be even more hurt than Yang Bao.
Not physical, but psychological.
He has always been relatively calm, but these few breaths completely defeated him. He was conceited and ambitious to help Yang Xuanlan deal with Yang Ji.
But Yang Ji stood there without moving. He couldn't do anything to him. Is there anything more frustrating than this in the world?
It doesn't matter if your plan is discovered, just think again. If your strength is not enough, just improve it. But what should you do when your enemy is sitting there and can't even hurt him?
Yang Long has never felt so defeated.
Wuzong realm?
How could he be in the Wuzong realm!
At this moment, Yang Long really wanted to look up to the sky and howl. The most neglected disciple in the Yang family actually reached the unattainable level of Wuzong.
And now he is actually just a little Zhou Tian!
The most ironic thing in the world is this.
"By the way, Yang Xuanlan must not have told you that the essence and blood of the Great Asura that he was determined to win was captured and absorbed by me, right? It's a pity that he tried every means to find a way to transfer to Langya County, but in the end it was all in vain."
Yang Ji sneered.
"Buzz!"
Hearing these words, Yang Long and Yang Bao, who were shocked just a moment ago, trembled all over and opened their eyes suddenly. They all looked at Yang Ji.
I finally understood why the eldest son looked so wrong when he came back, and why he suddenly wanted to enter the dangerous Huangjitian!
In an instant, both their faces became distorted, filled with deep hatred.
"Hey, it turns out there isn't."
Yang Ji sneered. He was surprised that Yang Xuanlan was not here. Why did Yang Long and Yang Bao want to deal with him? Now it seems that even to the people around him, Yang Xuanlan may not say anything.
Especially when you lose to yourself in the demon-suppressing formation.
"Wang Badan! Yang Ji, I will kill you!"
Yang Bao's eyes were blood red, and he jumped up from the ground with a loud roar. He fiercely pounced on Yang Ji, looking like he was both defeated and wounded.
"boom!"
Yang Ji snorted and didn't even move. He just flicked his finger and a powerful beam of light shot out and hit Yang Bao in mid-air.
Yang Bao had just bounced off the ground, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and crashed back to the ground with a loud bang.
"Yang Ji, you bastard, you are the eternal sinner of our Yang family!"
Yang Long roared at Yang Ji. He had always been relatively calm, but at this time he could hardly control himself. All the truth was understood, although he was shocked by Yang Ji's strength.
But what made Yang Long more heartbroken was Yang Xuanlan's failure.
"Humph, are you still talking to me in this tone?"
Yang Ji stared at the two of them coldly, and with a fierce flick of his sleeves, the table in the room seemed to be pulled by an invisible big hand, and was pushed to the wall with a bang.
Yang Ji stepped out, condescendingly, and walked slowly towards the two of them. His steps were heavy, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the two of them, conveying a powerful force.
"You bastards were like this when I was a kid, and you still have the same tone now! It hasn't changed at all."
Yang Ji sneered.
"So what? Every member of the Yang family is born to contribute to the growth of the family. Not just you, everyone should do the same."
Yang Long leaned his back against the wall. He knew what Yang Ji was talking about, but his eyes did not change at all. Only by working together, uniting as one, and working together can every family become stronger.
And Yang Ji is an anomaly in this family, a traitor to the Yang clan.
"So, you used this excuse to deal with my father back then, and now you use it to deal with me."
Yang Ji was condescending and looked at Yang Jilong with a sarcastic look on his face:
"Since it's all for the family, why shouldn't Yang Xuanlan be the one who sacrifices?"
Yang Long's eyes were stifled and he was slightly aggrieved. Yang Ji's father, Yang Du, was a taboo in the Yang family. When Yang Du passed the imperial examination, there was really no one more outstanding than Yang Du in the entire Yang family.
"Asshole! You want to compete with the eldest young master!"
Yang Long hesitated, but Yang Bao was not so patient. He looked at Yang Ji with hatred and roared angrily.
"Hmph, if I were you, I would be smarter. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you? I have no friendship with you anymore. The reason why I keep you alive is just for the last bit of love in the past.
This is my last mercy."
Yang Ji said coldly, looking at Yang Bao like he was looking at a dead person.
Yang Bao didn't speak on the surface, but he couldn't help but shudder in his heart. Yang Ji's eyes were extremely cold and devoid of any emotion.
At that moment, Yang Bao finally believed that Yang Ji really dared to kill him regardless of family ties.
"Yang Bao, that's enough!"
Yang Long stopped Yang Bao. There was a hint of anxiety in his voice. He was really afraid that Yang Bao would anger Yang Ji again without thinking. Now and then, the two people who were strangers to Yang Ji didn't know anyone.
It is foolish and extremely wise to look at Yang Ji with the condescending and disdainful eyes he used to have in the clan. The current Yang Ji is completely beyond the reach of common sense and is extremely dangerous.
The wisest thing to do now is to stabilize him rather than anger him.
"Your father, Yang Du, is a special case. The elders used to support him very much. The only thing to blame is that something happened to him outside. What can we do?"
Yang Long looked up at Yang Ji, his eyes calmer:
"Yang Ji. The eldest son is now Chaoyang's consort and has entered the genealogy. He has become a royal family and his future achievements are limitless. Our Yang family is just a small clan in a peaceful corner of Jin'an City. Tell me, how long will it take for us to meet each other?
Do you have a chance to make a comeback like this?"
Yang Ji listened quietly, motionless. There was no expression on his face. Seeing that there was not much anger on Yang Ji's face, Yang Long felt much calmer and continued:
"In terms of achievements, the eldest son has actually surpassed your father Yang Du. Yang Ji, I don't care how much resentment and carelessness you have. I don't care how many wrongs you have suffered in the past. For the future of the Yang family, I hope you can
Take the overall situation into consideration, be patient and help the eldest son."
"How can I help? Withdraw from this martial arts examination?"
Yang Ji sneered.
Yang Long looked at Yang Ji intently, without flinching or denying. This was what he thought from the moment he knew Yang Ji entered Zhou Mansion.
The past cannot be changed, and the only thing that can be done is to remedy it in the future.
"Sure enough, you are still so selfish!"
Yang Ji sneered, with a sarcastic look on his face. After all, this has never changed from the county to the state government. Whether it is Yang Xuanlan, Yang Long, Yang Bao, etc.
It's the same idea.
——Sacrifice yourself to fulfill them!
But why would I do this? A father is not enough, why should I also be there?
"Give up this ignorant fantasy. From the day I quit the family, we have nothing to do with each other. No matter what I do, it has nothing to do with you. My patience has a limit, don't do it again and again.
The third one came to offend me."
Yang Ji said indifferently.
"It's useless. It's not like you can quit if you just quit, or if you don't have anything to do with it, you can have nothing to do with it. How would you evaluate a person who can't even control the people in his own clan? How much do you think highly of him? How much do you value him?
His ability?"
Yang Long couldn't help shouting:
"Every time you improve, the eldest son will be criticized more and more. The Yang family is just a small family. Do you know how difficult it is to advance among the nobles? King Taiyuan has some problems to begin with.
If you don’t like the eldest son, you are destroying the hard-won hope of our Yang family!”
Yang Long knew that he was no match for Yang Ji, but in the end he couldn't help but roar.
"This is your hope, not mine!"
Yang Ji said indifferently, and the anger in Yang Long's eyes was extinguished with just one sentence. (To be continued...)