"If it weren't for that Wei Yantong, I'm afraid no one would have known that he had such a powerful means to hide!"

In the crowd, Zhang Daoyi's eyes narrowed, as if he was facing a great enemy. He has always been a little contemptuous of this "nobody" from the Iron Crown Sect.

But after seeing this scene, Zhang Daoyi dared to be a little careless.

- No one dares to joke about their own future, and Zhang Daoyi is the same!

This Yang Ji already has the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with himself and compete for strengths and weaknesses. Zhang Daoyi must admit that any act of despising this kid may end up humiliating himself.

"Sixth brother, do you know that he has such a thing?"

Ouyang Zhuming turned his head and looked at Ouyang Zishi beside him, and said with a solemn expression. However, the latter didn't hear it, he raised his head, his eyes were shining, looking at Yang Ji on the stage, he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

Too strong, too strong, too strong!

Ouyang Zishi has followed Yang Ji for so long, but he has never seen him show this method. At this moment, countless thoughts flew through my mind.

Ouyang Zishi seemed to be enlightened, and suddenly, he understood many questions.

He suddenly understood why Yang Ji was so confident that he was going to compete for the first place in this year's martial arts examination, "Wu Jieyuan". also suddenly understood that when he was upstairs in Changqing, facing the two holy land heirs of Bai Zongdao and Zhang Daoyi, Yang Ji was not afraid at all.

At that time, he actually didn't need Bai Zongdao's help. In his heart, he can actually deal with Zhang Daoyi and Zhao Lenggong of Tianshui County.

It's just that he didn't say it!

Yang Ji has actually always been sure!

Yang Ji hid his strength, and he hid a lot of strength, even he, a junior brother, didn't know it. However, Ouyang Zi did not have the slightest sense of blame in his heart, but was deeply proud of it!

Brother!

This is his own senior brother, and he is also the pride of the entire Iron Crown Sect!

"Senior Brother Yang, come on!"

"Senior Brother Yang. Come on!"

......

Ouyang Zishi smiled, suddenly raised his arm, waved fiercely, and cheered for Yang Ji loudly. It was like unloading a thousand catties of boulder, Ouyang Zishi suddenly felt extremely relaxed and happy!

Originally. Senior Brother Yang didn't need him to worry about anything at all!

It turns out that his strength can really compete for Wu Jieyuan, compete with everyone, and compete for strength!

There has never been a moment when Ouyang Zishi was so confident in Yang Ji as he is now.

Wu Jieyuan!

If Senior Brother Yang can win Wu Jieyuan in such a fierce martial arts competition in this session, and beat the geniuses of the heroes, all families, wealthy families, and other counties, this must cause a huge sensation.

It will play a huge role in boosting the entire Iron Crown faction!

"Senior Brother Yang. Come on!"

Ouyang Zishi shouted excitedly, waved his arms, and got carried away.

"Impossible!"

In the ring, Wei Shenzong slipped to the ground, looked at the eight-armed demon god opposite, and gritted his teeth. That gaze is almost like eating raw.

You can't hear the movement in the ring, and the rainbow light of the enchantment is a one-sided filter. The sound of the ring can be heard. The voices outside could not be heard.

This is done in order to maximize the excitement of the game.

Some arguments between the players. Enmity and hatred can sometimes become some fun and entertainment after the game!

There is no need to listen, the Weishen Sect also knows that he has become the laughing stock of everyone. It has become a note of Yang Ji's success.

You can't hear anything in the ring, but you can see movement outside. The gaze of the thousands of eyes that came over made the Weishen Sect feel stunned.

Since worshipping into Chimei Mountain. Under the name of the ancestor, Wei Shenzong told himself that there was absolutely no room for failure in his own dictionary. Those thousands of gazes made Wei Shenzong feel like a clown at the moment, shrouded in Yang Ji's shadow.

Although not everyone looked at themselves, more people were looking at Yang Ji in the ring. I didn't notice myself. But this made the Weishen Sect even more uncomfortable.

As a master disciple of Chimei Mountain, there is no reason for me to be any foil and footnote!

"Accident! It must be an accident! I must have been too careless, too contemptuous, and did not destroy the blood and qi of the whole body, and gave birth to the power of the Dragon Furnace to the peak!"

Wei Shenzong bit his cheeks tightly, and the blood in his whole body boiled.

"It's useless, you're no match for me at all!"

A buzzing metal tremble sounded from Yang Ji's voice. Although his voice changed a lot, that indifferent voice, Wei Shenzong was sure that it was definitely him.

"Wang Badan, don't get complacent too early! Lao Tzu will never lose to you!"

Wei Shenzong gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes, looking like a fierce beast that had lost its mind, extremely terrifying.

"The furnace of the dragon, give me a rage! Yang Ji, Lao Tzu wants you to break your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Wei Shenzong screamed wildly, his eyes were blood-red, and he had completely lost his mind. The two failures have aroused the wildest anger in his heart.

"Boom!"

Suddenly biting the tip of his tongue, Wei Shenzong didn't think about it, and suddenly sprayed it on the dragon furnace. This mouthful of innate essence blood is the essence of a martial artist, and it can't be spurted out easily.

In the martial arts world, in certain emergency situations that require desperate urgency, this is the best way to use a berserk magic weapon. Although it may take a long time to recuperate afterwards.

The "sub-magic weapon" is far less stable than the magic weapon refined by the orthodox refining method, and the large number of substitutions and miscellaneous materials in it make the sub-magic weapon not stable and unable to withstand the extraordinary rage.

But Wei Shenzong couldn't take care of it so much at this time, and Yang Ji hit more than his self-confidence. It is also the martial arts belief and foundation that he has used to establish himself for many years.

Bang!

A majestic, more powerful torrent of energy erupted from the Dragon's Furnace, and the blood and light in the Dragon's Furnace leaked out, making a strange sound that made people's teeth sour, as if it was about to collapse.

But the Weishen Sect can't care about so much at this time!

"Give me death!"

Wei Shenzong's expression was hideous, and his hands smashed the Dragon Furnace, soaring into the air like a cannonball, enveloping ten thousand torrents, and smashing towards Yang Ji.

Boom, the light flashed, and the huge eight-armed demon god raised his head, and the bronze metal face stared at the Guardian God Sect in the air expressionlessly.

Airplanes!

The next moment, in the second arm on the left side of the eight-armed demon god, the ancient bronze magic wheel suddenly turned wildly, and the huge power instantly affected the surrounding area by the dragon furnace, as if the air hit by a huge wave was torn apart.

With a bang, the eight-armed demon god suddenly appeared on the right side of the Guardian God Sect. At this moment, the speed he showed was much faster than that of Weishen Sect, even Zhao Youhuai, who had the blood of the demon clan, was probably slightly inferior.

"Boom!"

Without the slightest hesitation, in the midst of the exclamations of the audience, the bronze magic wheel in the hands of the eight-armed demon god instantly tore through the heavy defenses outside the body of the Weishen Sect, and then the knife, gun, sword, halberd, ge, beryllium, saw, several weapons bombarded the body of the Weishen Sect like a storm.

Ah, with a loud shout, Wei Shenzong was once again flown out by Yang Jizhen like a kite with a broken string, and smashed the enchantment rainbow light of the ring.

Yang Ji swirled in the air, and then fell to the ground.

The "Eight-Armed Demon God" is a powerful incarnation scripture painting. The most powerful thing about this scroll is not that it can instantly increase a person's strength and reach an extremely high realm, but the eight weapons in its hands.

The bronze Falun in the second arm on the left side of the eight-armed demon god is the easiest to destroy, this weapon can not only destroy the air flow and increase the speed of the warrior with a sharp tear, but also has a powerful breaking effect.

In the hands of a skill-based combat martial artist like Yang Ji, the power exerted by this incarnation scripture painting is much more powerful than that middle-aged man of the evil path at the beginning!

The martial hall was quiet, and everyone was immersed in Yang Ji's oppressive and powerful strength, and they were silent. I have to admit that the huge eight-armed demon god in the ring is too oppressive, too neat, and too crushing, which makes everyone feel awe and chill from the heart.

In Yang Ji's hands, this is by no means just a magic weapon or a treasure. It is a terrifying fighting machine, and it brings out Yang Ji's own fighting skills to the fullest.

Such a thing was born in order to completely defeat the other party!

"It's so powerful!"

Yang Ji's eyes narrowed, and he breathed slightly, deeply intoxicated by this powerful power. At this moment, Yang Ji is no longer hidden, and he vividly shows his most powerful power.

The huge power from the second heart and the eight-armed demon god combined with each other, allowing Yang Ji to completely and thoroughly master the bronze great, dharma, and wheel in his second left hand.

Moving and flashing, cutting and rotating, doing whatever you want, this is something that Yang Ji didn't think of before. This is the first time the two have been combined.

Now, Yang Ji even felt that his speed was not below Zhao Youhuai at all, but even surpassed. The cutting and controlling airflow of the bronze Great Falun, combined with his own Yu Bu and Ten Thousand People even beheading method, even if he faced Zhao Youhuai again, Yang Ji was confident that he could completely suppress him in terms of speed!

"Weishen Sect, you have lost, accept your fate! Now it's my turn to reveal your face to everyone!"

Yang Ji's figure flashed, the speed was incredible, the light flashed, and instantly appeared in front of Wei Shen Zong, his arm stretched, and a huge bronze palm grabbed directly towards Wei Shen Zong's face door.

The "Transfiguration Technique" only needs to tear off the film on the face to reveal its true face. Yang Ji had already seen too much of this method in the evil prince.

No matter how Wei Shenzong disguised himself, he was not the real "Wei Yantong" after all. As long as he tore off the mask on his face, whether he left a criminal record in Taiyuan Continent or not, this alone was enough for him to drink a pot of imitation of someone else's identity.

When the time comes, detain the Weishen Sect, as long as you check it carefully, this red-eyed ancestor's high-ranking disciple will always have some horses and feet left.

"Buzz!" (to be continued......)