Every "Martial Arts Scholar" was a new member of the imperial court. His red robe deepened and he entered the imperial court's power system. His status was extremely valuable.
Once a warrior "succeeds", the sparrow will fly onto the branch, transform into a phoenix, and become the leader of all living beings!
Under countless envious eyes, Yang Ji walked forward. Wherever he went, the crowds separated automatically like huge waves. In front of the two brothers Ouyang Zashi and Ouyang Zhuming, Yang Ji stopped.
"Brother!"
Ouyang Zushi called out, his voice obviously filled with vitality and awe, but it was not as enthusiastic as before.
Yang Ji took one look and understood immediately.
"Don't worry, no matter whether I win or not, I will still be the Senior Brother Yang you know!"
Yang Ji said calmly.
As soon as he said this, Ouyang Zishi beamed, became excited again, and turned into the Ouyang Zishi that Yang Ji was familiar with:
"Yes, Senior Brother Yang!"
After a pause, he said again:
"Senior brother, I will send a message to the elders soon. They will be very happy to know the news!"
"Oh, don't worry. If you wait three years, you will have such an opportunity."
Yang Jidao.
Once a martial artist succeeds in the examination, his status will be completely different, and there will also be a gap and generation gap between him and his former friends and brothers.
Yang Ji knew this deeply, that's why he said the wrong thing and wiped out these signs in advance.
Yang Ji did not notice that when Ouyang Zhuming heard Yang Ji's remark, a strange look flashed in his eyes, his expression became much softer, and his eyes were vaguely filled with admiration.
"clang!"
The game continued. At the end of the game, Yang Ji did not return to the backstage lounge. In Zhang Heng's body, he had transformed enough blood, and his whole body was full of energy, energy, and spirit. He had reached his peak state and could deal with any situation at any time.
An even more intense battle at the "Weishen Sect level".
Having won three out of six games, Yang Ji has already completed half of the game. However, Yang Ji does not dare to be careless at all. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. Zhang Heng was a surprise.
Next, whether it is Sima Shaozhen, Wei Boyang, Zhang Pu, or Jian Wujiu from the Hidden Sword Palace, they will all be his strong enemies.
I won't always have such good luck.
"It should be their turn in the next game!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
"Next game, No. 26 Jian Wu Jiu!"
"No. 11 Huang Tong!"
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On the ring, the martial arts examiner's voice sounded. Yang Ji's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the name "Jian Wujiu". This match was the first match he had seen Jian Wujiu.
Every player in the "winner's group" comes from an extraordinary background. Jian Wujiu didn't reveal his true trump card at all in the previous games, but this round is different.
Even Yang Ji was forced out of the "Eight-Armed Demon God", let alone others.
"Huang Tong? Isn't this the third son of the Huang family? He is known as the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Huang family!"
Ouyang Zushi heard a surprised voice in his ears, and he turned to look at Ouyang Zhuming.
"The Huang family? The one who is equal to your Ouyang family?"
Yang Ji's heart moved and he also looked at Ouyang Zhuming aside.
"Brother Yang, you think too highly of us. Who in Zhou Mansion doesn't know that the Huang family is far more powerful than our Ouyang family?"
Ouyang Zhuming smiled bitterly.
"That night...were they?"
Yang Ji gave him a look.
Ouyang Zhuming smiled bitterly and nodded. He confirmed Yang Ji's guess. This Huang family was the same Huang family who was ordered by Zhang Pu to cause a riot in the Evil God Cult that night and suffered heavy losses.
Yang Ji was greatly surprised. He had noticed the name Huang Tong, and the ranking was not high, but definitely not low. But at that time, Yang Ji's attention was on Sima Shaozhen and others, and he did not pay much attention to Huang Tong.
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"We are both from aristocratic families. Our Ouyang family's power is in the ocean. The Huang family's power is in the court. The ocean is always inferior to the land. This is why our Ouyang family ranks lower than the Huang family. That..."
Ouyang Zhuming lowered his voice:
"That night when there was a lot of commotion, several good guys died there, and it was Huang Tong who killed them."
Speaking of Zhang Pu and the Evil God Cult, Ouyang Zhuming was obviously very afraid and did not dare to point it out. After all, Zhang Pu was here.
Yang Ji understood that the two of them knew about this matter anyway.
"Why didn't I listen to you that night?"
Yang Ji was greatly surprised.
"I also heard about this later. This Huang Tong is not simple. The Huang family has regarded him as a key point in training. He is to compete with my third brother as the future Great Wuzong. However, this person is very low-key.
He never shows off, and even in front of us, he never takes action."
"But we in the world all know that Huang Tong, the third son of the Huang family, is definitely not an ordinary person. When I saw the top three rankings of heaven, earth and people, I knew that everyone had been deceived by him. His ranking is definitely more than that."
Ouyang Zhu Mingdao looked solemn and frightened.
Yang Ji glanced at the young man in yellow clothes who was walking onto the ring, and was greatly surprised. Ouyang Zhuming's third brother is Ouyang Zifu, an eighth-level martial arts sect with extraordinary strength.
Huang Tong is obviously not as old as Ouyang Zifu, at least three or four years younger than him. But according to Ouyang Zhuming, this Huang Tong is a potential opponent of Ouyang Zifu.
This immediately made Yang Ji's evaluation of him greatly rise.
"Zhu Ming, didn't you fight Huang Tong before?"
Suddenly, Ouyang Zushi interrupted and revealed the secret in one sentence.
Yang Ji suddenly understood why Ouyang Zhuming knew Huang Tong so well.
"Don't look at me, this is not a glorious thing."
Ouyang Zhuming glanced at Ouyang Zishi next to him, with a look of helplessness on his face. This is his sixth brother, what can he say?
Only then did Ouyang Zushi realize that he had said the wrong thing and shut up immediately.
"What, you lost?"
Yang Ji laughed.
"Um."
Ouyang Zhuming nodded, "Two moves! The first move will seriously injure you, and the second move will knock you away!"
Ouyang Zhuming said it neatly, but Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. He looked back at "Brass" who had already stepped onto the ring, and his expression was completely different.
Yang Ji knew Ouyang Zhuming's strength. Although he lost to "Zhang Pu" and fell into the loser's bracket, this in itself does not explain anything.
Zhang Pu's terrifying strength can easily knock more than 90% of the people here into the loser group.
Ouyang Zhuming is a martial arts master and a top martial artist. If he is telling the truth, Huang Tong can seriously injure him with one move and knock him away with two moves. Then Huang Tong's strength is quite terrifying.
"There is a rumor among the aristocratic family that Huang Tong once went deep into the outer world and subdued a ferocious beast at the eighth level of martial arts. But this ferocious beast has never been summoned by him."
Ouyang Zhuming's faint voice came from his ears.
Yang Ji's expression suddenly changed. Defeat and surrender are two different concepts. If Huang Tong could bring down a ferocious beast at the eighth level of martial arts, then this person would be a very formidable opponent.
More importantly..., this means that the person fighting Huang Tong may be facing more than one person.
"It is not easy for a family to establish itself, but I underestimated the Huang family before!"
Yang Ji thought to himself and put away all his contempt.
On the ring, Jian Wujiu, dressed in black with gold patterns, stepped onto the ring. This man was like a floating cloud, with so many secrets on his body that no one could ever see through.
And the aura of kendo in him made Yang Jisheng feel close to him, more than any other player.
This is the resonance between "Swordsman" and "Swordsman".
Looking at Jian Wujiu, Yang Ji often felt like he was looking at his own "reflection".
His expression was calm, his long black hair cascading down from his temples, and he stood motionless. Opposite Jian Wujiu, Huang Tong's expression was indifferent, as if he was thousands of miles away, and he was also motionless.
The two people faced each other as if they were facing a distant mountain. No one moved or spoke, just like two statues.
"clang!"
The Qingyue bell sounded and the game officially began.
"Boom!"
Like a heavy rainstorm, at the moment the game started, the void around Huang Tong exploded, distorting and blurring, instantly blurring everyone's vision.
Roar, amidst the shocking roar, a wave of fierce aura suddenly rushed out from Huang Tong's body.
I have never seen such a powerful ferocious beast on a warrior. The ferocious aura of Taotian condensed in the sky above Huangtong, turning into a huge ferocious beast with fangs and claws.
The invisible evil energy even penetrated the walls of the rainbow barrier and went straight to the top of the palace.
"ah!"
His Highness exclaimed in shock as the tyrannical aura penetrated the roof of the palace and suddenly transformed into a huge fist, slamming down on Jian Wujiu at the other end at a speed hundreds of times faster than before.
"Buzz!"
Even though he was mentally prepared, when he actually saw Huang Tong take action, Yang Ji couldn't help but his eyelids twitching wildly and he was shocked.
"What a strong spirit!"
When Huang Tong entered the ring, it was as if his disguise was torn off, and the vitality and aura of his body increased exponentially. Now Huang Tong's strength is no longer inferior to that of Zhao Youhuai, who has the blood of the demon clan.
Only the children of this great family showed their true strength.
What was even more astonishing was Jian Wujiu's response.
"boom!"
Jian Wujiu's expression was dull, his long hair was fluttering, and when he faced Huang Tong's monstrous swallowing sea, he struck with a shocking blow. Jian Wujiu just stretched out one finger, and pointed straight at Huang Tong with one finger.
Boom, Jian Wujiu didn't have a sword in his hand, not even gold or iron, but from his fingertips, a straight bolt of sword energy as thick as an arm shot out.
This sword energy penetrated the void and penetrated Huang Tong's energy. It tore a big hole in Huang Tong's energy and penetrated straight into the depths of Huang Tong's energy.
"ah!"
There was a low roar, and a scream of pain came from the depths of the vague energy. The next moment, Huang Tong's figure immediately moved sideways out of the vague air mass.
One blow! Just one blow!
Not only did Jian Wujiu break Huang Tong's strength, but he also seemed to have injured Huang Tong in one blow!