Yang Ji narrowed his eyes. There was noisy traffic and horses in his ears, but his heart suddenly became quiet.
The man next to the restaurant had deep black eyes, long hair hanging down from his ears, and no expression on his face. When Yang Ji entered Zhou Mansion, he had never entered this person before.
"Very strong, probably not as good as the evil prince, Yang Xuanlan. And he is good at swordsmanship..."
Yang Ji's eyes were motionless, but his eyes were full of thoughts, and countless thoughts were going through him in an instant. On the other side of the street, the man's body was motionless, but his eyes were changing slightly, as if he was also analyzing Yang Ji.
At this moment, both people felt the same sense of threat from each other. And this person gave Yang Ji a very strong feeling.
Unlike others, Yang Ji felt a strong shadow of himself in this person.
This person's way of thinking is similar to his own. There are so many warriors in Zhoufu, and this person and his own adopted the same strategy to observe the martial arts examination in the turbulent flow of people in the market.
Observation is not just about seeing with the eyes, but also requires special abilities. Yang Ji has the eighth level of martial arts perception, and this person obviously has the same ability.
The most incredible thing is that although this man was not wearing anything, Yang Ji felt a strong sword intent from him.
This sword intention is much stronger than anyone he has come into contact with before. Although Yang Xuanlan, the evil prince and others sometimes use swords, they are not proficient in swordsmanship at all.
But this person actually practiced a very strong swordsmanship!
Similar thinking, the same swordsmanship, the same powerful perception... If the two of them didn't have completely different looks, Yang Ji would have doubted whether it was him he saw.
"It is impossible that there are so many sword-drawing geniuses in the Eastern Taiyuan Continent. They can be compared to Yang Xuanlan and others casually. This person must come from somewhere other than the Continent."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. This martial arts examination attracted many forces from outside Taiyuan Continent. This person was obviously one of them.
Suddenly, Yang Ji's heart moved, and he remembered the "Secret Book" of the aristocratic family that Ouyang Zushi gave to him, and countless contents came to mind.
When Yang Ji "turned" to the content of one of the pages, buzz, his body suddenly shook. Yang Ji suddenly knew the origin of this person.
"Hidden Sword Palace,...this person is actually from Hidden Sword Palace!"
Yang Ji was shocked in his heart.
The Han Dynasty had five holy places, and its influence spread all over the country. Among them, Mount Baitou and Heishui Cliff were in the eastern part of the Han Dynasty, which was close to each other, so disciples of the two sects were more common.
The other people from Sheyang Palace, Hidden Sword Palace, and Fire Dragon Cave are distributed in other continents, and disciples of the three sects are rarely seen. People from Sheyang Palace have heard about it from people in restaurants before.
Yang Ji didn't expect that he would meet someone from the Hidden Sword Palace here.
"Why is he the only one?"
Yang Ji was thoughtful.
Unlike the large group of people who came to Baitou Mountain and Heishui Cliff, this master of the Hidden Sword Palace seemed to be alone. Yang Ji did not see anyone else around the restaurant.
Moreover, this person seems to be quite low-key. Ouyang Zushi has also collected a lot of information for himself, but he has never heard that anyone from Hidden Sword Palace has arrived.
"Among the five holy places, only the Hidden Sword Palace is named after the sword. Now it seems that it is really powerful. I am afraid that the people from the Baitou Mountain and Heishui Cliff factions are not as powerful as him."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
The streets were crowded with people and cars and horses, but no one else noticed Yang Ji and the master of the Hidden Sword Palace. Looking at the figure opposite, the other person seemed to have noticed something.
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly felt curious.
"Go over and have a look."
Yang Ji moved his feet and suddenly took a step towards the opposite side.
"Get out of the way. Get out of the way!"
"Princess Longwu has arrived, please avoid the rest of the crowd!"
…
Ahead, the crowd suddenly burst into commotion. Bang! A whip was whipped hard, and there was a burning sound in the void. Even from a long distance away, Yang Ji could feel the burning feeling, as if the whip was hitting his neck.
superior.
"Buzz!"
In Yang Ji's surprised eyes, the densely packed figures on the street retreated to both sides as if encountering the god of plague.
The long street was densely packed and impenetrable, but in the blink of an eye, a wide passage magically opened up.
"drive!"
Horse hooves were clanging, and a man in blue brocade clothes and an official hat was holding a red whip. He was riding a big horse, speeding past the street like a strong wind.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone, avoid it!"
The voice of the Qingyi palace messenger echoed over the street like thunder. Wherever the war horse passed, the long street from front to back seemed to be split open with a knife, leaving a long passage.
Wheel wheel!
The loud sounds of carriages and horses came from behind quickly from small to loud.
In just a moment, Yang Ji saw a group of magnificent carriages and horses with yellow covers and yellow flags galloping towards them. The horses pulling the carriages had smooth and shiny fur, and they were extremely powerful.
Compared with other common horses on the street, these horses are almost a head taller. Their muscles and bones are particularly strong, giving people an extremely impactful feeling.
"Boom!"
The carriages and horses were rolling, and the iron hooves stepped on the bluestone slabs with amazing momentum. The rumbling sound almost lifted the entire long street.
This was the first time that Yang Ji really met the royal nobles.
A guard with bright clothes and an angry horse has bright eyes and bulging temples. He looks like a sharp knife that is about to be unsheathed at any time. He can split anyone standing in front of him into two pieces with just one breath.
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"How come the princess of the imperial capital appears here?"
Yang Ji looked at the cars and horses thundering past, feeling surprised in his heart.
The prince's daughter is called a princess, and only the phoenix of your majesty is called a princess. However, the emperor and nobles of the Han Dynasty were almost all concentrated in the imperial capital and would not set foot in the place easily.
Yang Ji never thought that he would see these royal princesses in such a place.
The carriage rumbled loudly, like thunder passing across the sky. In the strong wind, yellow flags and flags fluttered in the wind, and the flying blood-colored phoenixes above were clearly visible.
This is the symbol of a royal princess!
Yang Ji looked at the luxurious yellow-gold-bronze carriage in the center. This carriage was four or five times the size of an ordinary carriage. Its surface was decorated with stripes of phoenixes and phoenixes. It was driven by eight divine horses and dragons, making it look like a god from heaven.
Surrounding the carriage and horses were four slender old men in yellow robes who looked extremely dangerous. These four old men were like rotten wood and had strong breaths. They stood on the shaft of the carriage. They seemed to have roots under their feet, moving.
Nothing moved.
The strong wind on the street was so strong that people could hardly open their eyes. But the four people stood there expressionless, but the strong wind could not even blow the corners of their clothes.
"At least a strong man at the eighth level of martial arts!"
Yang Ji followed these four old men in yellow robes with his eyelids twitching wildly. These four people gave him the impression that they were like the gatekeepers on Tieguan Mountain who had just broken out of their shackles.
With Yang Ji's strength, he couldn't tell their depth at all.
Looking at these four dangerous old men, Yang Ji subconsciously thought of four words in his mind - "Royal Enshrinement". Among the royal family, only those who have served the royal family all their lives can be so powerful.
And under the influence of the four royal families, Yang Ji could not clearly see the aura of Princess Longwu at all. He just felt that this princess in the royal family seemed completely different from what he had in mind. She was full of solemn and brave aura.
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"Um?"
Suddenly, Yang Ji's movement of looking at Princess Longwu's carriage seemed to attract the attention of a royal minister. On the left side of the carriage, an old man suddenly turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he walked through the dense crowd, some
He looked at Yang Ji on the street unhappily.
"boom!"
It was as if countless suns were exploding in front of his eyes. Yang Ji's vision went dark. It was as if a giant hammer had hit his mind, and he groaned. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"These offerings are so terrifying!"
Yang Ji was secretly horrified. He had the mental power of an eighth-level martial artist, but he received a huge shock just by being stared at. It was simply shocking.
The dark state did not last long, but only for a short time. The light returned to Yang Ji's eyes.
On the carriage shaft, the old man in yellow robe and unfathomable strength was slightly surprised. He seemed a little surprised that Yang Ji could recover so quickly.
But soon, the old man snorted and turned away. He probably felt that the lesson he had given Yang Ji was enough.
Boom!
The carriage was very fast, rumbling non-stop, and quickly disappeared into the distance across the long street. On the street, the originally silent crowd became lively again.
Crowds of people on both sides poured out from the buildings on the street, occupying the long street completely and completely, making it impenetrable.
Everything returned to normal, lively and prosperous, as if nothing had happened.
For the people in Zhou Mansion, they are used to seeing people in the royal palace, as well as aristocratic families, nobles, and princes, so it seems that having one more princess is nothing.
Yang Ji was the only one who was thoughtful.
It is a long way from Taiyuanzhou to the imperial capital. If there is nothing special, those princes and princesses will never come here lightly.
"The martial arts examination is coming soon. I wonder if it has something to do with Marquis Zhongwu?"
Yang Ji secretly said.
The sound of the carriage disappeared very quickly, and Yang Ji felt a little regretful that he did not see the true appearance of Princess Longwu. He turned around and looked at the street opposite. The wine flag was already empty. The heir of the Hidden Sword Palace
Has disappeared.
"Roa!"
The sound of wheels reached his ears, and a gorgeously decorated carriage stopped next to Yang Ji. The old coachman's voice came from the carriage, with an apologetic look on his face:
"My lord, I apologize for being late. I received news from the front that there were royal carriages passing by on this street. All the carriages were crowded in front, and it was delayed for a while."
Seeing the carriage that suddenly appeared, Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally arrived:
"Haha, it's just a small matter. I didn't waste much time. Let's go."
After saying that, Yang Ji smiled slightly, looked away from the wine flag, jumped up, opened the curtain, and got into the carriage naturally with a flash.
When dealing with Yang Long, Yang Bao was just along the way, and Yang Ji would never waste his time on such trivial matters.
"drive!"
The coachman didn't say much, cracked his whip, and the two fat white horses neighed for a while, immediately raised their hooves, and headed all the way along the long street towards the Sword-making Villa in the south of the city. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!