Yang Ji had a feeling that Yang Xuanlan would never die there so easily. For others, Huangjitian might be extremely dangerous and a dangerous place with a narrow escape from death.
But for people like Yang Xuanlan, I'm afraid this may not be the case.
"What a difficult opponent. I hope he doesn't break through to the eighth level of martial arts so quickly..."
Yang Ji frowned and thought to himself.
Although Yang Ji's strength has greatly increased, Yang Xuanlan, as Chaoyang's consort, is considered half a member of the royal family. The resources he possesses are always difficult for him to match.
At least this Huangjitian is not something Yang Ji can come into contact with now.
I have to admit that Yang Xuanlan has always been a big threat to me.
However, now and then, no matter what happens, Yang Ji will not be afraid.
"Feng Shui is changing, in Hedong in thirty years, in Hexi in forty years, Yang Xuanlan, let's see who can enter the country faster!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Yang Ji has never been someone who gives up easily. Yang Xuanlan's great determination only inspired Yang Ji to have greater fighting spirit.
In Zhoufu, cars were coming and going, and it was bustling.
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves, stepped over, and did not ask Ouyang Zushi for news about Yang Xuanlan. The main purpose of Yang Ji coming to Zhou Mansion was not to compete with Yang Xuanlan, but to win over the military elite.
Fame.
For Yang Ji, everything else was unimportant except this. As soon as his eyes turned, Yang Ji's attention quickly focused on the surging crowd on the street.
Ouyang Zizhi is right. As the center of the eastern border, Zhoufu has indeed concentrated far more masters than any other county.
Yang Ji took a cursory look and saw that there were densely packed martial arts masters with bulging temples on the street. Basically, there were three or four out of ten people.
Even the servants and bodyguards carried by the merchants who come and go have the third and fourth levels of martial arts. As for the masters of the fifth and sixth levels of martial arts, there are countless masters.
Many people carried swords and swords with them and were exposed, and no one checked or questioned them at all.
"As expected of the Zhou Mansion, the martial arts style is indeed much more powerful than the local ones."
Yang Ji's eyes were like lightning, and he looked very carefully. Not only the warriors coming and going, but also the ordinary people on the street, their behavior and spirit showed signs of training, but it was not that deep.
Yang Ji's mental power has reached the eighth level of martial arts, which is far more powerful than many people. Looking far away, Yang Ji clearly sees many martial arts essences that ordinary people cannot see, and they are densely packed like a forest.
Rows of cities rise into the sky.
These auras vary in strength, from the general level, to the Wuzong level, to the Great Wuzong... There are many warriors of all levels at each level. It is truly a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
In the entire Zhou Mansion, the most dazzling thing is the red-gold spirit in the center that changes the color of the heaven and the earth. This spirit is so vast that it penetrates the heaven and the earth. Yang Ji feels a huge force in this spirit.
Like the pounding energy of the abyss.
This energy is extremely yang and strong, extremely pure, as if the sun in the sky has fallen to the earth, and can burn everything in the world to ashes.
"Is that Prince Taiyuan?"
Yang Ji rolled his eyes and a thought flashed through his mind.
In that essence, Yang Ji felt an awe-inspiring aura, solemn, solemn, and inviolable. Everyone who looked at it would feel as if they were being watched by a pair of huge eyes, giving birth to a breath that came from their souls.
Deep fear.
The Martial Saint is the head of thousands of warriors, a powerful existence that transcends all generals, Martial Sects, Great Martial Sects, and Martial Lords.
In the entire eastern Taiyuan Continent, the most famous and powerful being is undoubtedly Prince Taiyuan. Yang Ji can clearly feel that Prince Taiyuan suppressed his aura, except for someone like himself who has reached the eighth level of martial arts in terms of mental strength.
Ordinary people actually cannot feel these things.
Regarding Prince Taiyuan, Yang Ji has always been unable to grasp his attitude. Logically speaking, Prince Taiyuan should be on Yang Xuanlan's side, but so far, Yang Ji feels that the prince of the Han royal family has not noticed
he.
Just like an eagle flying high will not notice the ants on the ground, Prince Taiyuan's attention has never been on him. It would be best if it stays like this, because he is afraid that he will suddenly become interested in him.
The biggest variable in participating in the martial arts examination this time is Prince Taiyuan.
Although Yang Ji's strength has grown by leaps and bounds during this period, even powerful men like the evil prince Yang Xuanlan have suffered at his hands.
But compared to Prince Taiyuan, a powerful martial artist from the Dingding border of the Han Dynasty, it was really insignificant. The seniority and level of both parties were not at the same level.
These thoughts flew through Yang Ji's mind like lightning. Hiss, he took a deep breath, and Yang Ji quickly came back to his senses. Soldiers will stop him, water will flood him, and Prince Taiyuan will have to worry about it in the future.
Yang Ji turned his eyes and quickly noticed another strange sight in the crowd.
"Hey, these guys are really stubborn."
Yang Ji looked at the silhouettes of people on the street and laughed. In a world that was difficult for many people to touch, Yang Ji clearly saw evil warriors walking around without any scruples on the street.
On the surface, these people appear to be merchants, guards, gentlemen, court officials, noble sons, sect warriors..., but these disguises cannot be hidden from Yang Ji at all.
Yang Ji could see at a glance the evil energy hidden deep within these people.
"Senior Brother Yang, why are you laughing?"
Ouyang Zushi's voice came from his ears, with a look of surprise on his face.
"I laugh at the mixed fish and dragons in the Zhou Mansion here, the mud and sand are everywhere, and there are many evil warriors."
Yang Ji looked at the evil warriors coming in and out of the restaurant and chuckled.
"How is that possible? The imperial court in Zhou Mansion is heavily guarded by hundreds of thousands of soldiers. How could any evil warrior dare to seek death and come here?"
Ouyang Zushi opened his eyes wide with disbelief on his face.
In his eyes, the bustling streets were filled with ordinary people, warriors, and officers and soldiers of the imperial court, even with the slightest hint of evil.
"Not to mention the heavy troops of the imperial court. I now see a group of evil warriors among these officers and soldiers."
Yang Ji looked at the group of heavily armored and jet-black cavalry passing by with a rumble, and said with a smile. Perhaps birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups.
After these evil warriors infiltrated into the army, they probably felt that they were safe and had no problems, so they called a large number of evil warriors into the team.
So much so that a whole troop of imperial cavalry composed of evil warriors actually appeared in front of Yang Ji. An old farmer on the roadside was frightened and tilted the bamboo sieve set up on the basket. He saw the excellent red color there.
The oranges were about to spill out, but Yang Ji saw the cavalryman at the end of the team hook his spear and straighten the bamboo sieve, preventing the oranges inside from spilling out.
"It's really fascinating."
Yang Ji shook his head, feeling quite funny.
It can be seen that these evil warriors are so absorbed in the show that they have completely forgotten their identity as evil warriors. Their every move is exactly the same as that of the imperial cavalry, and they even do things like helping the old and caring for the young.
"Buzz!"
A cold light flashed in the void, perhaps because he felt Yang Ji's gaze. At the front of the team, the officer with rough features suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Ji fiercely, then he clamped his horse's belly and galloped away.
"No way!"
At the moment when Yang Ji and the officer were confronting each other, Ouyang Zushi could see clearly. His mouth was wide open and he couldn't believe his eyes.
Those evil disciples actually sneaked into the Zhou Mansion and even into the army. This simply broke Ouyang Zushi's common sense and was unbelievable.
But Ouyang Zizhi knew that Yang Ji would never lie, especially there was no need to lie to him about this kind of thing.
"Is there anything I can't do? A place like Zhoufu is a mixed bag, with masters from all walks of life gathered. It would be strange if the evil lineage doesn't get involved. To tell the truth, it is true that Zhoufu is the center and important place in the east. But the evil warriors here
There are more than you can imagine. If you don’t see the fat and oily rich gentleman at the door of the restaurant on the right, he is a member of the evil way. There is also the greasy-faced young man at the door of the flower shop. The last one among his three guards is a person of the evil way. In addition,
, did you see the hook-nosed guard on the carriage? He seems to be loyal, but he is also an evil person..."
Yang Ji smiled and pointed them out to Ouyang Zishi one by one. Yang Ji found that there was much more interesting things in Zhou Mansion than he imagined.
Ouyang Zushi's face became more and more shocked. Only two guards knew nothing about Yang Ji. They acted like Yang Ji was a liar and looked unbelievable.
Ouyang Zushi watched Yang Ji point out each one to him. He wanted to refute, and opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.
"How is this possible? How is it possible that there are so many evil warriors allowed in Zhou Mansion? There are so many military generals, Wuzong, Dawu Zong, Wuzun, and even Prince Taiyuan in the court, how is it possible that no one notices it? -
—How dare these people be so bold?"
Ouyang Zi couldn't really see it. But when Yang Ji pointed them out to him one by one, just on this street, the numbers he pointed out casually made him feel frightened.
You know, there are tens of thousands of streets like this in Zhou Prefecture. If there are so many evil people on just one street, the number in the entire Zhou Prefecture would be frightening.
If what Yang Ji said is true, it would be too scary.
There's just one thing that Ouyang Zushi still can't understand. There are so many masters in Zhoufu, and there are many who are better than Yang Ji. Why has no one been able to figure it out?
Yang Ji smiled and understood Ouyang Zishi's thoughts clearly. However, he did not explain it. This does not mean that someone with high martial arts skills will definitely be able to discover the opponent's identity.
The evil lineage has been developing for so many years, and it has always been outstanding to compete with the righteous way without being defeated. They dare to be so open and aboveboard, and enter the Zhou Mansion on a large scale, so naturally they are confident in their own concealment methods.
It's just that these methods are of no use to Yang Ji.
As the successor of ancient literary ways, Yang Ji may be the only orthodox literary scholar in the entire Han Dynasty in modern times. These evil ways of disguise and concealment can be hidden from others, but they cannot be hidden from him. r1152