"If it weren't for that Wei Yantong, I'm afraid no one would know that he has such powerful methods!"
In the crowd, Zhang Daoyi squinted his eyes, as if facing a formidable enemy. He had always looked down upon this "nobody" from the Iron Crown Sect.
But after seeing this scene, Zhang Daoyi still dared to be a little careless.
No one dares to joke about their own future, and the same goes for Zhang Daoyi!
This Yang Ji is already qualified to sit on an equal footing with him and compete with him. Zhang Daoyi must admit that any behavior that despises this kid will probably lead to self-humiliation in the end.
"Brother Six, do you know he has such a thing?"
Ouyang Zhuming turned his head and looked at Ouyang Zizhi next to him, saying with a solemn expression. However, the latter did not hear anything. He raised his head and looked at Yang Ji on the stage with shining eyes. He had already been surprised.
No more grinning from ear to ear.
Too strong, too strong, too strong!
Ouyang Zushi has been following Yang Ji for so long, but he has never seen him show such tricks. At this moment, countless thoughts flew through his mind.
Ouyang Zizhi seemed to have had an enlightenment. Suddenly, he understood many problems.
He suddenly understood why Yang Ji was so confident that he would compete for the first place "Wu Jieyuan" in this martial arts examination. He also suddenly understood that when he was upstairs in Changqing, he was facing Bai Zongdao and Zhang Dao.
Heir to the Great Holy Land, why is Yang Ji not afraid at all?
At that time, he actually didn't need Bai Zongdao's help. In his heart, he could actually deal with Zhang Daoyi and Zhao Lenggong from Tianshui County.
It’s just that he didn’t say it!
In fact, Yang Ji was always sure!
Yang Ji hid his strength, and he hid a lot of strength. Even his junior brother didn't know it. However, Ouyang Zishi didn't mean to blame him at all, but was deeply proud of him!
Senior brother!
This is my senior brother and the pride of the entire Iron Crown Sect!
"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"
"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"
…
Ouyang Zishi smiled brightly, suddenly raised his arms, waved them fiercely, and loudly cheered for Yang Ji. It was like unloading a huge stone. Ouyang Zishi suddenly felt extremely relaxed and happy!
It turns out that Senior Brother Yang doesn’t need him to worry about anything at all!
It turns out that his strength can really compete for Wu Jieyuan. He can compete with everyone and compete with others!
There has never been a moment when Ouyang Zizhi had as much confidence in Yang Ji as he does now.
Wu Jieyuan!
If Senior Brother Yang can win the Wu Jieyuan in this fierce martial arts examination and beat all the heroes, all the aristocratic families, wealthy families, and the geniuses from other counties, this will definitely cause a huge sensation.
It will have a huge boosting effect on the entire Iron Crown Sect!
"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"
Ouyang Zushi shouted excitedly, waving his arms and forgetting everything.
"impossible!"
On the ring, Wei Shenzong fell to the ground and gritted his teeth as he looked at the eight-armed demon opposite him. His gaze was as if he was going to be eaten alive.
You can't hear anything going on in the arena. The rainbow light in the barrier filters sound on one side. The sound from the arena can be transmitted out, but the sound from outside cannot be transmitted in.
This is done to maximize the excitement of the game.
Some disputes and grudges between players can sometimes become some fun and entertainment after the game!
No need to listen, Wei Shenzong also knows that he has become the laughing stock of everyone. He has become an annotation for Yang Ji's success.
There was no sound in the ring, but you could see the movement outside. The thousands of eyes that were watching over made Wei Shenzong feel prickly.
Ever since he worshiped his ancestor in Chimei Mountain, Wei Shenzong has told himself that there is absolutely no room for failure in his dictionary. Those thousands of looks made Wei Shenzong feel like a clown at the moment, shrouding Yang Ji's heart.
In the shadow.
Although not everyone was looking at themselves, more people were looking at Yang Ji on the stage and did not notice themselves. But this made Wei Shenzong even more uncomfortable.
As a disciple of Chimei Mountain, there is no reason for me to become any foil or footnote!
"Accident! It must be an accident! I must have been too careless and too dismissive, and did not destroy the blood in my body to maximize the power of the Horned Dragon Furnace!"
Wei Shenzong bit his cheek tightly, the blood all over his body boiling.
"It's useless, you are no match for me!"
A buzzing metallic sound came. It was Yang Ji's voice. Although the voice changed a lot, Wei Shenzong was sure that that cold voice was definitely him.
"You bastard! Don't get too proud! I will never lose to you!"
Wei Shenzong gritted his teeth, his face was ferocious, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes. He looked like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, and it was extremely terrifying.
"The Furnace of the Horned Dragon has gone berserk! Yang Ji, I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
Wei Shenzong screamed wildly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had completely lost his mind. The two failures had aroused the wildest anger deep in his heart.
"Boom!"
Suddenly biting the tip of his tongue, Wei Shenzong suddenly sprayed it onto the Horned Dragon Furnace without even thinking about it. This mouthful of innate blood essence was the essence of a warrior and could not be sprayed out easily.
In the martial arts world, in some emergency situations that require desperate efforts, this is the best way to use violent magic weapons. Although it may require a long period of rest afterwards.
"Sub-magic weapons" are far less stable than those produced by orthodox refining methods. There are a large number of substitutions and mixtures in them, which makes the sub-magic weapons not very stable and unable to withstand super-normal violence.
But Wei Shenzong could no longer care about so much at this time. Yang Ji had not only attacked his self-confidence, but also his martial arts beliefs and foundation that he had built his life on for many years.
Boom!
A majestic torrent of energy, more powerful than before, erupted from the Horned Dragon Furnace. Blood light came out from the Horned Dragon Furnace, making bursts of unpleasant noises. The sound made one's teeth sore, as if it was about to burst.
General collapse.
But Wei Shenzong no longer cares about so much at this time!
"Go to hell!"
Wei Shenzong looked ferocious, and used his hands to destroy the Horned Dragon Furnace. It rose into the air like a cannonball, carrying thousands of torrents, and smashed towards Yang Ji.
Boom, with a flash of light, the huge eight-armed demon raised its head, its bronze metal face staring expressionlessly at the Guardian God Sect in the air.
Buzz!
The next moment, in the second arm on the left side of the Eight-Armed Demon God, the ancient bronze Falun suddenly started to rotate crazily. The huge power instantly affected the surroundings by the Furnace of the Horned Dragon, like the air coming from a huge wave.
tear apart.
With a swish sound, the eight-armed demon suddenly appeared on the right side of the Wei Shenzong. At this moment, his speed was much faster than that of the Wei Shenzong. Even Zhao Youhuai, who had the blood of the demon clan, was probably slightly inferior.
"Boom!"
Without the slightest hesitation, amidst bursts of exclamations from all over the place, the bronze Falun in the hands of the eight-armed demon instantly tore through the heavy defenses outside the body of the Guardian God Sect, and then knives, spears, swords, halberds, Ge, beryllium, saws,
Several weapons struck Wei Shenzong's body like a violent storm.
Ah, with a loud shout, Wei Shenzong was once again thrown out by Yang Jizhen like a kite with its string cut off, and hit the ring's rainbow light hard.
Yang Ji spun in the air before falling to the ground.
The "Eight-Armed Demon God" is a powerful incarnation of a sutra and painting. The most powerful thing about this sutra and painting is not that it can instantly improve a person's strength and reach an extremely high state, but the eight weapons in its hands.
The bronze Falun in the second arm on the left side of the Eight-Armed Demon God is the easiest to break. This weapon can not only break the air flow with sharp tearing, increase the speed of the warrior, but also has a powerful effect of breaking the gang.
In the hands of a skilled combat warrior like Yang Ji, the power exerted by this volume of incarnation scriptures is much more powerful than that of the evil middle-aged man back then!
It was quiet in the martial arts hall. Everyone was immersed in Yang Ji's oppressive strength, and everyone was silent. I had to admit that the aggressiveness displayed by the huge eight-armed demon that was 7 to 8 feet tall on the stage was too oppressive.
It was too crisp, too crushing, and made everyone feel awe and chill from the bottom of their hearts.
In Yang Ji's hands, this is by no means just a magic weapon or treasure. It is a terrifying fighting machine that fully utilizes Yang Ji's own fighting skills.
This kind of thing was born to completely defeat the opponent!
"It's so powerful!"
Yang Ji narrowed his eyes, breathed slightly, and was deeply intoxicated by this powerful power. At this moment, Yang Ji no longer hid, and vividly displayed his most powerful power.
The huge power from the second heart combined with the eight-armed demon allowed Yang Ji to completely and completely master the bronze magic wheel in the second left hand.
Moving around, cutting and rotating, as you please, this is something Yang Ji has never thought of before. This is the first time that the two have been combined.
Now, Yang Ji even feels that his speed is not inferior to Zhao Youhuai at all, but even exceeds it. The cutting of the bronze ** wheel, the control of the air flow, combined with his Yubu and Ten Thousand Body Killing Techniques, even if he faces Zhao Youhuai again
, Yang Ji is also confident that he can completely suppress him in terms of speed!
"Wei Shenzong, you lost, accept your fate! Now it's my turn to reveal your identity to everyone!"
Yang Ji's body flashed at an incredible speed. With a flash of light, he appeared in front of Wei Shenzong in an instant. He stretched out his arm and grabbed a huge bronze palm towards Wei Shenzong's face.
The "disguise technique" only needs to tear off the thin film on the face to reveal the true face. Yang Ji has seen this method too many times on the evil prince.
No matter how Wei Shenzong disguises himself, he is not the real "Wei Yantong" after all. As long as the mask on his face is torn off, regardless of whether he has left a criminal record in Taiyuan Continent, based on this alone, it is enough for him to impersonate other people's identities.
Have a drink.
When the time comes, if Wei Shenzong is detained, as long as we check carefully, this disciple of the Red Eyebrow Ancestor will always have some flaws left behind.