Chapter two hundred and forty second past grievances
Yang Ji did not chase him. With the ability shown by the opponent, he could not catch up with him. More importantly, the opponent was obviously very familiar with the terrain and environment of this underworld. If he rashly chased after him, Yang Ji would only suffer a loss.
"Don't chase!"
Wang Zhiyong saw Yang Ji still looking into the distance, thinking that he was unwilling to give up, so he stretched out a hand to hold him and persuaded:
"Don't chase after a poor enemy. This person is very strong. We are no match for him."
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded without making any distinction. The actual combat experience of this assassin in black was no less than that of the evil prince, but his moves were far more deadly and dangerous than the evil prince's, and they were very similar to his own.
More importantly, the evil prince's Ah Bi Kung Fu couldn't stand up to him. But Yang Ji was not sure of taking on his terrifying, unique evil spirit.
The awe-inspiring aura of heaven and earth can indeed restrain this vicious drizzle, but the key is that after a series of fierce battles, the energy in Yang Ji Renyi's pen has been almost exhausted.
——There are not many times left for Little Holy Word.
"Thank you very much this time. Otherwise, I might really die here." Wang Zhiyong said.
"Senior Sister, you're welcome. Didn't Senior Sister save me the same way before?"
Yang Jidao.
After saying this, there was a sudden silence between the two of them.
Wang Zhiyong didn't speak, but looked deeply at Yang Ji, with a different taste in his eyes. Yang Ji could resist it at first, but gradually Wang Zhiyong's eyes dodged, and he couldn't resist anymore.
"Okay, okay, senior sister, just say whatever you want to ask."
Yang Ji finally said.
"Junior brother, you are really good at hiding things."
Seeing that Yang Ji couldn't resist, Wang Zhiyong finally showed a smile of victory on her lips.
"Sister, you can't blame me for this. I haven't said anything."
Yang Ji couldn't help but argued.
"Huh, you are still being quibbley. How much of what you just told me is true and how much is false? In vain, I thought you only had Xiao Zhoutian level cultivation, and I was worried that you would die here. It turns out you are
Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.”
Wang Zhiyong had a questioning attitude on her face, but the smile at the corner of her mouth was getting bigger and bigger. This time she made a mistake. She mistook a master who was not inferior to her as an ordinary disciple of Zhou Tian. It was really embarrassing and humiliating.
But seeing Yang Ji in such embarrassment, Wang Zhiyong felt very amused.
"Senior sister, I really didn't lie to you. What I said before is all the truth."
Yang Ji felt guilty.
"Then let me ask you, are you really a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect?"
"Really."
"Really from Langya County?"
"Really."
"Humph, you lied to me. How can a senior brother from the Iron Crown Sect have such a high level of cultivation as you?"
"Sister, I really didn't lie to you. I am indeed a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect. Although my strength is higher than others, that is because I have another identity. This year's imperial martial arts examination. I am the leader of the martial arts examination.
In addition, I am not the senior sister of the Iron Crown Sect. To be precise, I haven’t had time to be canonized yet.”
Yang Ji said seriously.
Although Wang Zhiyong asked casually, Yang Ji knew that she was serious. Yang Ji didn't want any misunderstanding between the two of them.
There is no doubt that Wang Zhiyong saved his life. Without her timely appearance, he might not have been able to get out.
Moreover, Wang Zhiyong was indeed very kind to him. Yang Ji did not want such a person who was kind to him to cause any misunderstanding.
call!
The air flowed turbulently, and when Yang Ji finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
"Chief Wu..."
Wang Zhiyong murmured to herself and looked at Yang Ji in front of her in shock.
Yang Ji's answer was something she had never expected before. She originally thought that with so many methods and such strong cultivation, Yang Ji must have some other identity.
Unexpectedly, not only did Yang Ji not lie, but he was not even the senior brother of the Iron Crown Sect!
A person who has not even taken the position of "elder brother" in the sect can win the position of the military leader of the imperial court. This is indeed shocking, but it is by no means impossible!
Wang Zhiyong looked at Yang Ji, with countless thoughts running through her mind. There could only be one explanation for Yang Ji's situation.
"How long have you been a member of the sect?"
Wang Zhiyong said.
"More than a year..."
Yang Ji had a look of reminiscence on his face and said seriously.
"His!"
Wang Zhiyong took a deep breath. It was as if she had been greatly shocked. Looking at Yang Ji was like looking at another species, completely different.
"Unexpectedly..."
Wang Zhiyong shook her head in her heart, looking at Yang Ji as if looking at another rare treasure.
Everything mentioned before makes sense. In the world of sects, there are indeed some people with extremely high talents. It only takes these people one or two years to accomplish what others would have taken years to accomplish.
The rules that apply to others are broken one by one by them.
These people may not be famous when they first appear, but as their talents are revealed, their light will become more and more dazzling.
And when they finally left the sect and fully grew up, almost all of them became famous, dazzling heroes, and overlords.
The best criterion for judging this type of people is rules. They constantly break rules and perceptions. They have endless potential and can easily accomplish things that others can never do.
Wang Zhiyong did not expect that Yang Ji, whom she initially thought was not very powerful and needed to be protected, was actually a genius of this type!
It is undoubtedly a bad idea for such a talent to stay in a small Langya County Tieguan Sect. Wang Zhiyong looked at Yang Ji in front of him, and an idea flashed through his mind.
However, Wang Zhiyong didn't say anything. She didn't want to promise anything prematurely before things were successful.
"Okay, I'll forgive you for this."
Wang Zhiyong did not pursue this matter any further. She glanced around with a vigilant look in her eyes:
"You have to be careful about that assassin. His target was originally just me. You helped me, and now you have become his target. Also, I feel that he has not left yet. Be careful that he will come out to plot at any time."
"ah?"
Yang Ji was slightly startled: "You mean he is still here?" As he spoke, his eyes immediately glanced in all directions.
"Well, Yang Ji, you don't understand. The assassin will not give up easily until he completes the mission. I'm sure he is still around here. In the past few days, until you leave the underworld, don't relax
Be careful. Once one of us is defeated by him, the other one will definitely not be his match."
Wang Zhiyong said solemnly. Her eyes were like lightning, and she was constantly scanning all directions vigilantly. Being followed and lurked by an assassin, it felt like a ray of light on your back. It was really uncomfortable.
Wang Zhiyong also had to secretly rejoice that she was lucky to have met Yang Ji. Otherwise, I am afraid that she would really be restless and never have peace.
"By the way, senior sister, you look like you know that assassin. What is going on?"
Yang Ji suddenly frowned and said doubtfully.
According to what he knew, when an assassin accepts a hire to kill the target, the two parties usually do not know each other. But Wang Zhiyong's appearance was completely different.
Yang Ji discovered that she could even tell the origin of Po Laike. This was completely different from what Lu Wu had told her at first.
"this……"
Wang Zhiyong was startled, hesitated, and finally sighed:
"Junior brother, I won't hide it from you. You must have been involved by me."
Wang Zhiyong glanced at Yang Ji, looking a little apologetic and helpless:
"I guess you can see it too. Neither I nor the assassin are the same as you. I won't hide it from you. In fact, I am a disciple of the Zhengyi Sect..."
"Zhengyi Zong?"
Yang Jijian raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise. He had never heard of this name before.
"Haha, you will know this later."
Wang Zhiyong glanced at Yang Ji, smiled, and didn't explain much:
"As for Tantai Fang, she is a disciple of another sect. She and I... she and I... had some conflicts for some reason. This was not a big deal at first, and I didn't take it to heart.
, I just thought it was a misunderstanding, and she understood it as time went by. I didn’t expect that she would actually send someone to kill someone!"
A flash of anger flashed across Wang Zhiyong's eyes, and the clay figurine was also a little angry. Although she had never taken this matter to her heart before, if it happened, it could not be treated as if it had never happened.
Yang Ji remained silent. Wang Zhiyong spoke very sternly, and he couldn't tell how she had a grudge with that Tantai Fang. However, this matter involved personal grudges and it was hard for Yang Ji to ask more questions.
There was just one thing that Yang Ji still felt confused about:
"Senior sister, how can you be sure that this assassin was sent by her? Maybe it was someone else."
"Oh, if you knew her, you wouldn't think so. Tantai Fang has a very bad reputation in the sect circles. There have always been rumors in the sect circles that she has a close relationship with a mysterious assassin. Everyone who had a grudge against her ended up in trouble afterwards.
It was extremely tragic that he was killed by a mysterious assassin. I used to think it was a rumor, but now it seems that this is not the case at all."
Wang Zhiyong had a look of resentment on her face. She had always had very few grudges in the sectarian world, but there was no one else but Tantai Fang who could forge such a huge grudge to hire assassins to kill her.
Before today, she might have thought that the rumors in the world were false. But after being killed by assassins, Wang Zhiyong would certainly not be so naive.
Yang Ji frowned and was silent. He didn't know anything about Wang Zhiyong's personal affairs, and he couldn't comment. But one thing was without a doubt. Being followed and followed by such a mysterious and powerful Wuzong-level assassin was...
It will never be uncomfortable. From now on, the two of them must be more vigilant and careful every step.
"Haha, let's not talk about this matter. Yang Ji, I have to ask you something. What is your ability to summon white light? It's so strange. I am well-informed in the Zhengyi Sect.
Never heard of this ability?"
Wang Zhiyong looked at Yang Ji curiously.
Yang Ji's white light ability was indispensable for his ability to escape from death this time. It not only detoxified the blood-breaking poisonous needle, healed his injuries instantly, but also restored his vitality.
This kind of ability is simply unheard of, even rarer than the evil spirit of a black-clothed assassin.
"Haha, this is actually a secret skill of Confucianism, called the Little Holy Word Technique. I also got it accidentally."
Yang Ji admitted frankly.
"oh."
Wang Zhiyong blinked, a little surprised. But she didn't ask any more questions. Knowing that Yang Ji had amazing talent and belonged to those who could break the rules, Wang Zhiyong didn't feel too surprised.
"Let's go. You can't stay in one place for too long in the underworld. We just killed a lot of underworld creatures, and their smell will soon attract other creatures."
As Wang Zhiyong spoke, she reached out to pick up the Hades Wind Lantern on the ground, but the moment her eyes came into contact with the Hades Wind Lantern, Wang Zhiyong's face suddenly changed:
"No, I was plotted by him!"
On the ground, the Hades lantern was in pieces. It had been broken for a long time and could no longer be broken. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!