The entire mountain forest was completely silent, and no one dared to express their anger.
The "Sixth Village Master" stood up from the back of the tiger-shaped ferocious beast, slowly walked down along the red smooth fur from the waist to the forehead, and stepped on the ground with a bang.
"Buzz!"
The moment that foot touched the mountain, all the Black Wind Thieves felt the ground beneath their feet sinking heavily, and they were all secretly shocked.
"How are you preparing?"
The leader of the Six Villages stood in front of everyone without moving his head.
"Going back to the village master, all the preliminary work has been prepared according to the village master's instructions. A large number of our people have sneaked into the city without arousing any suspicion from the court. Now everything is ready, all that is left is for the six village masters to come in person.
"
The leader of the Black Wind Pirates said.
"very good!"
The "Sixth Village Master" nodded, and finally looked down at him, with a look of appreciation flashing in his eyes:
"You have done a good job in this matter, and our ancestors are very happy. If we succeed here, your rewards will be indispensable in the future."
"My subordinates dare not be dissatisfied with their skills. Everything is the skill of the six village masters. If they can serve the ancestors, my subordinates will go through fire and water and never give up."
Everyone was excited when they heard the name "ancestor".
In the entire eastern border, there is only one person who can be called "ancestor" by all the green forest gangsters, and that is the famous "Red Eyebrow Ancestor"!
Throughout the border area, countless bandits were able to grow and develop, even act unscrupulously and confront the imperial court, relying on the reputation of the "Red Eyebrow Ancestor".
"However, the Sixth Village Master..."
The leader of the Black Wind Pirates hesitated for a moment, raised his head and said:
"The number of us is still too small. According to the agreement, the Tianyin Divine Sect should have acted together, but we have been unable to contact their people-"
Before the voice fell, a burst of laughter suddenly came from all directions.
"Hahaha, Leader of the Sixth Village, our people are already in place. Your people just need to take action!"
Before the voice fell, a burst of croaking came from all directions in the forest. Countless crows, densely packed, fluttered their wings from the forest and circled around the crowd.
"This is--"
Everyone looked at the dark crowd of crows in shock and confusion. Only the "Sixth Village Master" stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking calm and calm.
"Now that we're here, let's have a good talk."
The leader of the Sixth Village looked at the sky and said calmly.
"Quack!——"
A crow screamed strangely and suddenly flew down from the sky and landed on the ground in front of the leader of the Sixth Village. It turned into a ball of black smoke. Then came the second, third, and fourth..., just as everyone was horrified.
In his eyes, dense crowds of crows surged forward, one after another, falling to the ground.
"scare!"
People looked up and neighed. In the horrified eyes of everyone, a figure crawled and slowly stood up from the crowd of crows. His evil eyes, chilling smile, and thin lips, even if the black wind pirate
This person is used to killing people and stealing goods, but when he suddenly saw a group of birds turn into a human being, he couldn't help but retreat in fear.
"What do you call it?"
The leader of the Sixth Village said calmly, without any fluctuation on his face. It seemed that he was not surprised by this strange change.
The evil and powerful existences of the "Tianyin Sect" and the "Tianwaitian World" are inextricably linked, and many of them have inherited some weird sorcery.
Although this situation is strange, there is nothing strange about the mystery of Tianyin Sect.
"Hahaha. Leader of the Sixth Village, I am the deputy leader of the Tianyin Sect. This is our first meeting and you don't recognize me. But you should recognize this token, right?"
A ball of fire exploded on the chest of the man in black robe, and blood as strong as magma rose up, faintly forming a delicate "gold-red token". The gold medal appeared and disappeared, but the frown of the Sixth Village Master relaxed.
"Red Sand Token" is a certificate of trust awarded to "Tianyin Sect" by "Red Eyebrow Ancestor". Seeing the token is like seeing oneself, and no one in the green forest can doubt it.
However, the Tianyin Sect actually sent a deputy leader for this operation, which surprised the leader of the Six Villages. Although he did not object to this operation between the Green Forest Lineage and the Tianyin Sect, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Appropriate.
In this transaction, I took too much advantage. This is not very consistent with the principle of fair trade.
"That's enough. The Tianyin Sect has sent the deputy leader to contact you, which shows its sincerity in this transaction. Don't worry, your sect, we will get what you want no matter what."
The leader of the Six Villages spoke calmly from a high position.
"Hahaha, that's natural. The Red Eyebrow Ancestor's name is still trustworthy in the sect. Don't worry, our people have already been mixed into the defenses of Pingchuan City. As long as you act according to the plan, our people will be there
There are riots everywhere to support you. However, the leader of the Six Villages, your informant——"
The deputy leader of the Tianyin Sect hesitated for a moment as he spoke, then looked at the leader of the Six Villages with a questioning look on his face.
"Zhang Cheng!"
The leader of the Sixth Village turned his eyes and looked at the little leader of the Black Wind Bandits not far away.
"Master of the Sixth Village, our informant has successfully sneaked into the target!"
The little leader of the Black Wind Bandits named Zhang Cheng said. Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter.
"Hahaha……"
Amidst the laughter, the body of the deputy leader of the Tianyin Sect exploded into pieces with a bang, and endless black smoke floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, it turned into countless crows, swooping around in a circle over the mountain forest, and then flew away.
In all directions:
"Everything is ready, all we need is Dongfeng. Leader of the Sixth Village, now I believe in your strength. As long as you complete this matter, our divine religion will definitely deliver what we promised you, - I am waiting for your good news!"
As soon as the sound fell, the crows disappeared without a trace.
"Take action!"
The leader of the Sixth Village looked at the crows disappearing in the sky, waved his arms, and led everyone away.
…
The city of Pingchuan is bustling with traffic and crowds of people. The martial arts examination has reached the final stage, and the final seven martial arts students are about to be decided.
This is a 1-out-of-2 process. One out of every two people will be eliminated. On average, in fact, someone will be eliminated every day.
Yang Ji walked alone in the crowd, walking towards the "Martial Palace" while secretly pondering the condition of his body.
Yang Ji's mind moved, and the blood all over his body was like boiling and hot magma, flowing slowly in the surrounding blood vessels. Compared with a few days ago, Yang Ji's cultivation level has obviously increased a lot, and the blood in his body is darker and redr.
Sticky.
The second level of martial arts, "blood is like pulp".
Once you have reached this level of "warrior" training, the blood in your body will flow like magma in the earth's crust. With every breath and breath, you can easily emit a large amount of energy.
If you look at it from a microscopic level, the number of cells contained in the blood of a second-level martial artist is dozens of times that of an ordinary person. Therefore, although the "martial artist" does not seem to have increased much in size, he is heavier than a person of the same size.
Much.
According to Lu Ling's martial arts book, blood is the foundation of human life, and the essence of the martial arts realm is "refining blood."
"Martial arts is all about realm, experience and reaction. My current strength is as good as anyone's. The name I can get in the martial arts examination depends on my last attempt."
Yang Ji thought like this and stepped into the "Martial Palace".
"coax!"
Boiling voices of people swept over, and it was just a step difference. It was like entering from the wilderness into the indoors. There was a sea of people inside the Martial Hall. Compared with the re-examination, the steel partition walls in the Martial Hall had been completely cancelled, and a huge one hundreds of acres in size was
space comes into view.
At a glance, one can see endless crowds. All the "candidates" for the martial arts examination, as well as those who have not returned home, are all gathered here. There are thousands of people in the densely packed crowd.
In the center of the martial arts hall, a circular "golden arena" that attracted much attention stood tall. The arena was several feet high. The arena was a "high-ranking captain" that Yang Ji had met once before, and it was also the venue for this "martial arts examination".
The real examiner, the supervisor, is wearing heavy armor and sitting in the center with a horse and a golden horse.
The flames around him were blazing, like a huge furnace. The sky-high blood energy and the majestic power spilled out twisted the surrounding void.
No matter who looks at it, they will feel a kind of shock from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that sitting there is not a person, but a god, a powerful god who is integrated with the entire hall.
"The martial arts examination is really about to end!"
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind.
Along the way, Yang Ji was almost exhausted, and all his thoughts were spent on preparing for the exam. But when he really saw this enigmatic "Captain" at the beginning of the martial arts examination, Yang Ji realized that the "martial arts examination" had really entered the final stage.
In the final stage, after this period of conflict has passed, the martial arts examination will be truly over.
The winners and losers are all here, and we have to wait another three years for the next one.
In a daze, Yang Ji remembered a story he had read in a poetry book. There was a bird in the Western Mountains. It lay dormant for eight years and stopped singing. It became a blockbuster!
"No matter what, I will succeed!"
Among the crowd, Yang Ji clenched his fists tightly.
"All candidates come on stage!"
With the sound of bells and chimes, all the candidates immediately fell silent. Yang Ji came to his senses and immediately walked to the ring. Almost at the same time, the other thirteen candidates also walked to the ring from all directions.
On the arena, the aura of the heavy-armored captain was astonishingly powerful. Yang Ji and others were arranged in arrays, each one afraid to show his aura.
The seven strongest candidates from the North and South divisions are gathered here.
Yang Ji was standing in the back row of the crowd, and suddenly he felt a gaze passing over him. His heart moved, and when he looked back, he saw a familiar figure.
"The parties are different!"
Yang Ji's pupils shrank. Just to the right of Yang Ji, a figure stood in a long green robe. It was none other than Yang Ji's former "roommate" Fang BuTing.
Fang BuTong seemed to have noticed Yang Ji's gaze, and quickly took it back without moving.
Although Fang BuTong and Fang BuTong were once "roommates," Fang BuTong's ability to squeeze into the finals was beyond Yang Ji's expectations.
"He doesn't seem to be looking at me."
Yang Ji's heart moved. He followed Fang BuTong's gaze and saw a vague figure from behind. His clothes were as white as snow, which was even more surprising. Even his hair was as white as silk, but his back was facing Yang.
Ji, I can't see the front.
"This is……"
Yang Ji frowned slightly, but before he had time to think about it, he saw the heavily armored captain in front of him opening his eyes.