But the aura on that authentic disciple of Dafan Temple looks more like a martial artist, but it is the current Yang Ji, who feels more like a disciple of Dafan Temple Buddhism.

"It's incredible, where did he learn it?"

The chief examiner from the Imperial Capital City was shocked one after another. Yang Ji's background couldn't be clearer, and he could even investigate where Yang Ji was during which time period.

There was absolutely no way he had ever left Taiyuan Continent. But it is such an ordinary disciple, not only can he suppress those disciples of the family with prominent status and strong background, but also rely on Zen chanting to stimulate the vast Buddha power, which is incredible.

In his senses, the disciple recommended by General Wang Tai was like a black hole shrouded in mysteries, and even he couldn't see through his reality at all.

"The martial arts atmosphere in Taiyuan Continent is actually far less powerful than that in the interior. But it's unbelievable that there are amazing things happening here over and over again. ”

The chief examiner from the Imperial Capital City said secretly in his heart.

It is really amazing that Yang Ji, a person with no background, can come to this point and fight his way out of the siege of young heroes and geniuses inside and outside the continent.

For the candidate recommended by Wang Tai, he is now becoming more and more curious.

"Humph!"

At the same time, while reveling in the hall, no one noticed the depths of the hall, Zhang Fu frowned, and suddenly snorted heavily.

Most of the battles of the martial arts examination were watched with a dispensable mentality. Because for Zhang Fu, whether it is Sima Shaozhen or Wei Boyang, or anyone else, they are not taken seriously by him.

No one can challenge him who has the "evil god clone" in his body, and the whole game is just a passing motion for Zhang Fu.

If it weren't for the fear of suspicion, it would cause unnecessary trouble. Zhang Fu had already turned around and left.

It's just that. Zhang Fu never expected that he would actually feel the breath of Buddhism here.

"What a nasty smell!"

In Zhang Fu's body, the "evil god clone" in the form of black smoke woke up at some point, and his hoarse voice revealed a thick disgust:

"This is pure ancient Buddha power, I didn't expect it to be on a half-grown boy. Servant Zhang, do you know what this kid's name is?"

"Yang Ji. ”

Zhang Fu said coldly. Yang Ji's name was said in one mouth. He is not an ignorant kid now, he already knows what the evil god hates the most, and what he hates the most. And with the power of the evil god in his body, his love and hate have long been the same as the evil god.

As soon as the Sanskrit chanting in the void sounded, Zhang Fu instinctively felt uncomfortable, as if his whole body was full of inverted swords, and he had to be pulled out.

Ancient Buddhas and ancient Confucianism and Taoism are the two things that evil gods hate the most. Zhang Fu participated in the séance ceremony and had already consulted the classics. Find out the likes of the evil gods.

"When this martial arts examination is over, do you want us to find a way to kill him?"

Zhang Fu said with a look of thinking about the evil god.

"No!"

Unexpectedly, the "evil god clone" in Zhang Fu's body actually rejected his proposal.

"Not really?"

Zhang Fu was stunned and surprised. The evil gods hated the Buddha and the Confucian scholars very much, because both eras had suffered from them.

Zhang Fu originally thought that the "evil god clone" would be happy to kill Yang Ji, but he didn't expect that this was not the case at all.

"The Buddha's demise was countless epochs ago. Although there are also things from Buddhism that have been handed down, they are completely different from the ancient Buddhism. I'd love to know now. Where did this kid learn such pure Buddha power? ”

The "evil god clone" in Zhang Fu's body is gloomy and compassionate.

"I see. Rest assured. By the end of the day, I'll be caught right away. ”

Zhang Fu understood the thoughts of the evil god clone, and immediately laughed.

No one in this martial arts examination was looked at by him, and he succeeded in séance in his body, and he had the "power of evil gods", even Wei Boyang and Sima Shaozhen could not match him. Catching a "Yang Ji", isn't that a matter of being caught?

......

In the ring, the rolling Buddha power came from one after another, and in Yang Ji's eyes, the black and white world quickly showed signs of collapse. A little bit of bright color other than black and white appeared in Yang Ji's eyes.

But there were more and more bright colors, and Yang Ji finally discovered that this was the colorful enchantment brilliance that shrouded the ring. And through the enchantment, Yang Ji saw the martial arts examiner outside the ring at a glance, and he was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Or more accurately, the illusions of the countless little Buddhas around me.

"Yang Ji, come on!"

"Zhang Daoyi, come on!"

......

The roars of thousands of dead souls quickly faded, and the voices of countless candidates shouting and cheering gradually appeared in their ears. It started small, but in a short period of time, it quickly became deafening.

"It worked!"

Yang Ji was overjoyed. Not only was the interference of the six senses completely removed, but at the same time, Yang Ji's mental and physical strength also completely stopped flowing.

On the other end, Zhang Daoyi's face is no longer enough to describe panic and paleness.

"Impermanence" is to "eat meat", and if you can't eat your opponent, you have to eat yourself. When the loss of mental power and physical strength in Yang Ji's body stopped, Zhang Dao initially felt the loss of mental power and physical strength in his body.

This made Zhang Dao feel bad at first.

"Impermanence" cannot be easily stopped, especially after the "impermanence barrier" has been destroyed, it must be supported at least for a special period of time.

This time is not long, and Zhang Daoyi has never felt that this is a restrictive condition. But now, Zhang Daoyi is extremely remorseful in his heart, and he begins to regret destroying the "barrier of impermanence" a little.

What's worse is that if you stop the impermanence disk, with Yang Ji's "Eight-Armed Demon God" comparable to the strength of the Eight Great Martial Sects, you won't be able to compete at all.

Zhang Daoyi is now difficult to ride a tiger. And until now, he didn't even understand how Yang Ji did it. Impermanence cannot devour the power of the opponent and devour its master, which has never happened before.

"A small sect is a sect, you can't get to the hall of elegance, Yang Ji, do you want to keep avoiding like this?"

Zhang Daoyi waved his sleeves and shook away the "Sword River" that Yang Ji shot down from the sky, and he screamed. Now he can only hope that in front of so many people, Yang Ji can't stand his agitation, and reflexively fights with him.

As long as Yang Ji comes into contact with his blood, he can punch the "power of impermanence" into Yang Ji's body in a way, causing him to fall into the "impermanence world" of black and white again, and at the same time absorb his mental and physical strength, turning into the power of impermanence to lift himself.

"Hahaha, Zhang Daoyi, what did I say I would dodge all the time. I want to compete with me, and I'll fulfill you!"

Yang Ji's body rubbed, and the bronze weapons in the eight arms of the eight-armed demon god danced one after another, and with a whoosh, they rushed straight to Zhang Daoyi. A huge quaint tripod hung down from behind Yang Ji, exuding the power of the sky.

Yang Ji's "Essence Blood Copper Furnace" in the furious dantian, with the buzz of the bell, the rolling blood gas turned into a strand, gathered in the palm of his hand, turned into a bronze giant hand that covered the sky and the sun, and smashed down towards the "thin" Zhang Daoyi.

And almost at the same time, a cold light flashed in Zhang Dao's eyes, and a huge force gathered in his palm. As soon as the black light appeared behind him, the huge "Black Sky Demon God" appeared again, fused with Zhang Daoyi, turned into a huge palm and slammed into the eight-armed demon god.

"Boom!"

No one can describe the tremendous power of this blow, this is no longer the category of the Sevenfold Martial Sect, but a pure wrestling between the Eight Martial Sects.

Even the "martial examiners" who fought outside the ring were shocked.

He has supervised too many exams, but there is no one at the level of the Great Martial Sect at the level of the lifting test. The strength of the two of them is too likely to be afraid, completely surpassing them as the martial examiners who supervise the battle.

The power of Wu Keju's supervision suddenly seemed overstretched at this moment, and it was very insufficient!

"Boom!"

The heavy ring was shaking violently, and the eight-armed demon god incarnated by Yang Ji and the "Black Sky Demon God" summoned by Zhang Daoyi collided together like two prehistoric monsters, with the two of them as the center, waves of qi exploded violently, and the devastating energy exploded on the ring enchantment, and in a short period of time, it triggered the protection enchantment to be extinguished dozens of times, almost like a candle flame in the wind.

However, as a result of this blow, the two were evenly divided, not up or down. The impermanent power on Zhang Dao's fist touched a layer of golden light, which could not be eroded into it at all.

"Take another punch from me!"

Zhang Daoyi was unwilling in his heart, and he didn't want to think about it, so he gathered the strength of his whole body with another punch, and he slammed into Yang Ji's body fiercely.

"It's useless!"

The light flashed, and Zhang Daoyi was greeted by a sharp bronze halberd, which changed from small to large, and quickly approached in Zhang Daoyi's field of vision.

Yang Ji's pupils shrank, regardless of it, another bronze arm picked up a bronze spear, and stabbed it fiercely at the impermanence barrier outside Zhang Dao with the speed of thunder.

In the ring, the light shone brightly, and the black and white light in Zhang Daoyi's body bloomed, obviously forming a solid spherical light, protecting Zhang Daoyi inside.

As long as this layer of shield is returned, it is almost impossible for Yang Ji to hurt Zhang Daoyi.

"Don't rejoice too soon. You can't help my impermanent barrier!"

Zhang Daoyi's expression was cold, and at the moment when Yang Ji made a move, a punch passed through Yang Ji's defense and slammed into him. No, not on his body, but on the back of a huge bronze hand that emerged from under his ribs.

There were too many palms of the eight-armed demon god, and even if they penetrated Yang Ji's attack, they still couldn't block these large number of arms. A strong explode from the bronze palm, fiercely blocking Zhang Daoyi's attack. (To be continued......)