The second layer of mental formulas followed the first layer, and emitted the same fluctuations as the first layer. It was imprinted in Yang Ze's mind, like his innate memory, and could not be forgotten.
It didn't take too long for Yang Ze to memorize the second level mental formula of Hunyuan Piaomiao Yi Qigong, but he only memorized it.
This Hunyuan Piaomiao Yi Qigong is really unpredictable. After memorizing it, it is still quite difficult to absorb and digest it.
Without using the power of the black stone to practice the Hunyuan Piaomiao Yi Qigong, Yang Ze quickly retreated from the black stone space and his consciousness returned to his original body.
"Practice skills don't just happen overnight. There will be a small discussion meeting in the war hall three days later. Since Xiao Boyuan told me about this, I might as well join in.
In three days, I have reached the third level of my Wind-Piercing Palm training. I can also blast out my Explosive Qi Leg ten times. My Earth Evil Gang Qi Sword can even pull sixteen Earth Evil Cyclones. I will polish these three martial arts more.
My combat power can still be improved if I learn from it." Yang Ze quickly determined his next training arrangements.
Thinking that after being suppressed in this courtyard for so long, he would finally have a chance to take action, Yang Ze inevitably felt a little excited in his heart, and he immediately started practicing without even taking a break.
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In the martial arts arena of the war hall, many disciples have gathered around all the martial arts stages at this moment. The number of disciples gathered in the entire martial arts arena is at least a thousand.
When Yang Ze walked into the martial arts arena, he saw a huge crowd of people at a glance.
The crowded crowd blocked the front. Yang Ze took a step forward and used the flexibility of the Spin and Break Step to move continuously among the crowd. Soon, he arrived next to a martial arts stage.
During this process, Yang Ze also sensed that the strength of these war hall disciples was not weak.
There are only a few war hall disciples and early-stage first-grade bone-tempering realm warriors appearing in the martial arts field at this moment. To be more precise, there should not be many first-grade warriors.
The largest number were warriors at the second-level blood coagulation realm. Each of them had majestic energy and blood faintly emanating from their body, forming a pressure.
If a first-grade Bone Tempering Realm warrior whose cultivation level is not high enough appears here, they will be easily affected by this energy and blood, and this momentum alone can intimidate them and prevent them from taking action.
But Yang Ze is obviously not within the scope of this ordinary first-grade warrior.
"The foundation of the war hall is indeed profound. There are not many first-class warriors here, but none of the first-class warriors who dare to appear at this time have an aura that makes me feel simple." Yang Ze thought in his heart as he walked among the crowd.
, the feeling is particularly strong.
Regarding this small sparring meeting, Yang Ze asked a war hall disciple on the way here, and he finally understood what was going on.
The small sparring meeting in the war hall is exclusively open to the disciples of the war hall. It is held every six months. There is no limit on the number of people. As long as the disciples of the war hall can participate, they can compete at will in this venue.
These disciples in the martial arts academy are all warriors. They all have strong energy and blood. Sometimes their tempers get angry, and they often have fights.
One reason for setting up this small discussion meeting is to give the Zhan Hall disciples a chance to communicate with each other, and the other reason is to allow these disciples to vent.
For this reason, the sparring session is very relaxed, with only a few rules restricting it.
Article 1: The scope is limited. Only warriors of the same level can fight against each other. High-level warriors cannot bully low-level warriors.
Article 2: Injury is allowed, but death is not allowed. If someone dares to deliberately kill others, he will be dealt with severely according to the rules of the sect.
These are the simplest two rules, and Yang Ze also keeps them in mind, but it is precisely because of the first rule that he has no interest in this small discussion meeting.
Although he has never made a move, he is now very confident in his own strength. In the first rank, he should have no opponents.
Looking at the martial arts stage above casually, Yang Ze saw two first-level warriors fighting fiercely on it, fighting with fists and palms, but the fight was lively.
From time to time, a burst of energy shot out and landed on the martial arts stage, leaving small holes in the ground.
Yang Ze was below, watching the battle with some disapproval. After the breakthrough, he could easily resolve a battle of this level.
Looking at the battle on the field, the winner was determined in a short time. Not long after, another person came up and started fighting with that person.
He turned around and looked at the other martial arts performance stages around him. There were also first-grade warriors fighting on them. In this area, all first-grade warriors were fighting.
The two warriors above were fighting each other. After Yang Ze glanced at the two late-stage first-grade warriors for a few times, he turned around and went to another martial arts stage.
The martial arts stage he chose this time was a stage where first-level Dzogchen warriors competed. When he arrived, he happened to see two first-level Dzogchen disciples taking action.
The strength of these two people was higher than the previous two people. The momentum of the fight had also increased a lot, but they still couldn't catch Yang Ze's eyes.
Seeing one of the sword-wielding disciples thrust his sword out, Yang Ze shook his head. He didn't have enough confidence to thrust out his sword. This person would definitely be defeated.
Sure enough, after the sword was thrust out, the other disciple punched out directly. The wind of the fist roared down, and the sword thrust out was immediately deflected, and the force of the punch hit the disciple
On the body.
The disciple who wielded the sword was completely unable to withstand the power of the punch. His body rolled up and he was directly knocked out and landed under the ring.
"I haven't learned the essence of swordsmanship, and I can't even resist such a punch." Yang Ze shook his head and whispered.
But even though he said this in a lowered voice, some people in the crowd around him still heard what he said. A few people in the front suddenly looked at him angrily.
"You haven't learned the essence, such a punch? It seems that you are very capable." I don't know who told this to the person on the martial arts stage. The person stared at Yang Ze and said something.
Yang Ze saw that the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him, his expression changed, and he retorted: "I'm not very capable, but I'm more than enough to deal with you."
After a pause, Yang Ze still chose to reply in a high-profile manner. He was not a arrogant person, but after suppressing it for so long, he was still willing to be used as a punching bag if someone was willing to do so.
"What a loud tone. If you have the ability, come up to me now." The man shouted angrily and pointed at Yang Ze.
Yang Ze did not refuse. He kicked the ground and landed on the martial arts stage. He looked at the bald man and said bluntly: "You just experienced a battle before, and your energy and blood have been depleted. I can wait."
After you recover, we will take action again."
"No need, I don't need to recover to deal with people like you." The bald man said proudly.
"Don't you regret it?" Yang Ze's eyes changed. He really didn't expect where this bald man's confidence came from.
"Look who this person is, how dare he speak to Senior Brother Wang in this tone."
"Senior Brother Wang's nickname is the number one punch among the first-grade disciples of our battle hall. He relies on his boxing skills to control the battle among the first-grade disciples of the battle hall. Many warriors of the same level have been defeated by his hands. This person came out of nowhere.
I guess you are just starting out, most people don’t have the guts to talk to Senior Brother Wang like this."
"The appearance is very strange. I have never seen this person before. I have never seen this person during so many missions some time ago. I have not heard of anyone new joining the war hall during this time."
"Wait a minute, I think I've seen this person before. Let me think about it. It's been a while. Let me think about it. This person, this person's name is Yang Ze."
"What, he is Yang Ze! Is he the Yang Ze who killed Ge Changyi and Fan Yixing?"
"Yes, it must be him. There is only one person named Yang Ze in the war hall. This person has not been in the war hall for a long time. He is good at using swords. He happens to have a knife on his back. It is definitely him.
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"Is this person really as awesome as the rumors say? If he really has the strength to kill a second-grade warrior, then wouldn't Senior Brother Wang be in danger today?"
"Hmph, I don't believe that this person really has such a strong strength. If he really has such strength, why have I never seen him in previous missions? I think he is just a boy with a false name. Today's King
Senior brother, I will definitely be able to expose his true identity."
The person who spoke was obviously from Senior Brother Wang's side. After he spoke, a few people responded to him, but more people fell silent. Yang Ze could have such a reputation, but if he had no strength at all, how could he dare to be so arrogant?
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"Look, they are about to take action!" Suddenly a voice shouted, and everyone who was talking about it immediately stopped talking and looked at the location of the martial arts stage.
On the martial arts stage, the people below were talking, and Yang Ze heard them all. He didn't expect that he had some reputation in this battle hall.
Looking at Senior Brother Wang opposite, his expression has changed a little, but with so many people gathered around him, he is now riding a tiger and has no room to retreat.
With a roar, Senior Brother Wang clenched a fist with his right hand, and all his strength was concentrated in this fist. A faint amount of true energy was condensed in his right fist, and he suddenly rushed out like a beast.
The punch was thrown out, and the disciples below all looked sideways, shocked by the power of the punch.
However, when Yang Ze saw this punch coming, the energy and blood in his body burst out. He also punched out with one punch. The two fists collided. Senior Brother Wang felt that there was an irresistible force pressing down from the opposite side. Severe pain hit his body.