Yang Ji had a feeling that Yang Xuanlan would never die there so easily. That Emperor Heaven may be extremely dangerous for others, and it will be a fierce place of death and life.

But for people like Yang Xuanlan, I'm afraid this may not be the case.

"It's really a difficult opponent, I hope he doesn't break through to the Yae Dà Martial Sect so quickly......"

Yang Ji frowned, and said secretly in his heart.

Although Yang Ji's strength has risen greatly, Yang Xuanlan, as a Chaoyang horse, can be regarded as half a member of the royal family. He has resources that are always beyond his own.

At least this Emperor Jitian is not something that Yang Ji can access now.

I have to admit that for myself, Yang Xuanlan has always been a big threat.

However, at this moment and that time, no matter what, Yang Ji will not be afraid.

"Feng Shui takes turns, thirty years in Hedong, forty years in Hexi, Yang Xuanlan, let's see who enters the border faster!"

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

Yang Ji has never been such a light person who submits defeat. Yang Xuanlan's great determination only aroused Yang Ji's greater fighting spirit.

In Zhoufu, cars come and go, and it is prosperous.

Yang Ji flicked his sleeves, stepped over, and did not ask Ouyang Zishi about Yang Xuanlan's news. For Yang Ji's coming to Zhoufu, the main purpose is not to compete with Yang Xuanlan, but to win the fame of the martial arts.

For Yang Ji, nothing other than this is important. With a turn of his gaze, Yang Ji's attention quickly focused on the surging crowd on the street.

Ouyang Zishi was right, as the center of the eastern border, there were indeed masters in the Zhou Mansion who far exceeded those of any county.

Yang Ji took a cursory look, and the martial arts masters with protruding temples on the street were densely packed, and there were basically as many as three or four out of ten people.

Even the family members and guards carried by those merchants who came and went had the triple and quadruple cultivation of martial arts. As for the five-fold and six-fold masters of martial arts, there are countless of them.

Many of them carried swords with them, and they were naked, and no one checked or questioned them at all.

"It is worthy of being in the Zhou Mansion, and the martial arts are indeed much more powerful than those in the local area. ”

Yang Ji's eyes were like electricity, and he looked very carefully. Not only the martial artists who come and go, but even the ordinary people on the street, their manners and spirits show signs of practice, but they are not so deep.

Yang Ji's spiritual power has reached the realm of the Martial Dao Eightfold Dà Martial Sect, which is far more powerful than many people. Looking into the distance, Yang Ji clearly saw many martial arts spirits that ordinary people could not see, clusters of dense forests, rushing up from the rows of cities.

The strength of these breaths varies, from the military general level, to the martial arts sect level, to the great martial arts sect...... , martial artists of all levels, there are many at each level, and it is truly the land of the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger.

And in the entire continent, the most dazzling thing was the red-golden essence in the center that changed the color of heaven and earth. This essence was mighty, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and in this essence, Yang Ji felt a pounding energy as vast as an abyss.

This energy is extremely pure and pure, as if the sun in the sky has fallen to the earth, and can burn everything in heaven and earth to ashes.

"Is that Prince Taiyuan?"

Yang Ji's eyes rolled, and a thought flashed through his mind.

In that spirit, Yang Ji felt a terrifying aura, solemn, solemn, and awe-inspiring. Everyone who looks at it feels as if they are being watched by a pair of huge eyes, and a deep fear is born from the depths of the soul.

The Martial Saint is the head of thousands of warriors, and he is a powerful existence that transcends a qiē military general, a martial artist, a great martial artist, and a martial honor.

And in the entire eastern Taiyuan Continent, the most famous and powerful Cunzài is undoubtedly the Prince of Taiyuan. Yang Ji could clearly feel that Prince Taiyuan had suppressed his aura, except for a strong person like himself whose spiritual power had reached the eightfold martial arts, ordinary people actually couldn't feel these things.

Regarding Prince Taiyuan, Yang Ji was always a little unable to grasp his attitude. It stands to reason that 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 him.

Just as a high-flying eagle would not notice the ants on the ground, Prince Taiyuan's attention never fell on him. It would be best if it had been like this, for fear that he would suddenly become obsessed with himself.

The biggest variable in participating in the martial arts examination this time is this Prince Taiyuan.

Although Yang Ji's strength has improved by leaps and bounds during this time, even strongmen like the Evil Dao Prince and Yang Xuanlan have suffered at his hands.

But compared to Prince Taiyuan, a martial saint powerhouse on the border of Dingding of the Han Dynasty, it was really insignificant. The seniority and level of both sides are not at the same level.

These thoughts flew through Yang Ji's mind like lightning. Sizzle, taking a deep breath, Yang Ji quickly came back to his senses. The soldiers are coming, the water is flooding, and Prince Taiyuan will have to worry about it in the future.

Yang Ji rolled his gaze, and quickly noticed that he was attracted by the sight of another strange bird in the crowd.

"Hehe, these guys are really dead. ”

Yang Ji looked at the figures on the street and laughed. In a world that is difficult for many people to reach, Yang Ji clearly saw the evil martial artists swaggering around on the street without any scruples.

On the surface, these people are merchants, guards, gentlemen, courtiers, noble sons, and sectarian warriors...... , but these disguises can't hide from Yang Ji at all.

Yang Ji could see at a glance the evil energy hidden in these people's bodies.

"Senior Brother Yang, what are you laughing at?"

Ouyang Zishi's voice came from his ears, and he looked surprised.

"I laugh at the chaos of fish and dragons in the Zhou Mansion here, and there are many evil martial artists. ”

Yang Ji looked at the evil martial artists who were coming in and out of the restaurant, and said with a smile.

"How is it possible? Hundreds of thousands of heavy soldiers of the imperial court in the Zhou Mansion are guarding, where do the evil martial artists dare to kill themselves and run here?"

Ouyang Zishi's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief.

In his eyes, the streets were bustling with ordinary people and warriors, as well as officers and soldiers of the imperial court, even if there was even the slightest trace of evil.

"Don't talk about the heavy soldiers of the imperial court. I saw a group of evil warriors among these officers and soldiers now. ”

Yang Ji looked at the team of cavalry that rumbled by, heavily armored, and as black as ink, and laughed. Perhaps it is because things are like and people are grouped.

After these evil martial artists infiltrated the army, perhaps because they felt safe and there was no problem, they summoned a large number of evil martial artists into the ranks.

So much so that in front of Yang Ji, a whole court cavalry composed of evil martial artists actually appeared. An old farmer on the side of the road was frightened, and the bamboo sieve on the basket leaned to the side. Seeing that the excellent crimson oranges there were about to be spilled, Yang Ji saw that the cavalry at the end of the team hooked his spear, and actually straightened the bamboo sieve to prevent the oranges inside from pouring out.

"It's really quite into the play. ”

Yang Ji shook his head, feeling quite funny.

It can be seen that these evil martial artists are quite involved in the play, and they have forgotten their identity as evil martial artists at all, and their every move is completely no different from the cavalry of the imperial court, and they have even done such a thing as helping the old and loving the young.

"Buzz!"

There was a cold light in the void, perhaps sensing Yang Ji's gaze. At the front of the team, the officer with rough facial features suddenly turned around and glanced at Yang Ji fiercely, and then he grabbed the horse's belly and galloped away.

"No, it won't!"

The moment Yang Ji and the officer confronted each other, Ouyang Zishi could see it clearly, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Those evil Dao disciples actually infiltrated the Zhou Mansion, and even blended into the army, which simply broke the common sense of Ouyang Zishi's cognition, which was unbelievable.

But Ouyang Zishi knew that Yang Ji would never lie, especially there was no need to lie to him about this kind of thing.

"What wouldn't. A place like Zhoufu is mixed, and masters from all walks of life are gathered. It's strange that the evil way doesn't get involved. To tell the truth, it is true that Chau Fu is the center of the east and an important place. But there are more evil martial artists here than you think. I saw that the fat rich gentleman at the door of the restaurant on the right was not there, he was an evil man. There is also the oily-haired and powdery boy at the door of the flower shop, the last of his three guards is an evil man, in addition, seeing that the eagle-nosed guard on the carriage is not, he looks loyal, and he is also an evil man......"

Yang Ji smiled and pointed to Ouyang Zishi one by one. Yang Ji found that there was much more interesting in the Zhou Mansion than he imagined.

Ouyang Zishi's face became more and more shocked. Only two guards didn't know anything about Yang Ji, and they were completely like Yang Ji's liars, looking like they didn't believe it.

Ouyang Zishi looked at Yang Ji and pointed it to himself one by one, he wanted to refute, his mouth opened several times, but he didn't know what to say.

"This, how is this possible? How can so many evil martial artists be allowed in the Zhou Mansion. There are so many generals, martial arts, great martial arts, martial arts, and even Prince Taiyuan in the court, how can no one find out. - How dare these people be so daring?"

Ouyang Zishi couldn't see it. But looking at Yang Ji pointing out to him one by one, just on this street, the number casually pointed out already made him feel terrified.

You know, there are tens of thousands of streets like this in the prefecture. If there are so many evil people on a random street, the number of people in the entire continent is scared to death.

If Yang Ji says the truth, it will be too scary.

It's just that Ouyang Zishi is still incomprehensible. There are so many masters in the Zhou Mansion, and there are many people who are more powerful than Yang Ji, why has no one corrected it all the time?

Yang Ji smiled, and his thoughts in Ouyang Zi's heart were like candles. But he didn't explain. This thing doesn't mean that if you have high martial arts, you will definitely be able to discover the identity of the other party.

The evil path has been developed for so many years, and it has always been undefeated against the righteous path, and there is always something outstanding about it. They dare to be so open-minded and enter the Zhou Mansion on a large scale, naturally they are also confident in their own hidden methods.

It's just that these methods are useless to Yang Ji.

As the inheritor of the ancient Wendao, Yang Ji may be the only orthodox scholar in the entire Han Dynasty in ancient times. These evil ways of disguise and concealment can hide from others, but they can't hide from him. R1152