"Shameless!" Qi Liang crushed the jade wine glass in his hand and squeezed out two words from the depths of his throat. He wanted to speak up, but thinking of the heavy responsibility on his body, Qi Liang could only clench his fists and couldn't stand up.

Yan Ge Lao and Gongsun Wuji glanced at each other, and each smiled bitterly. It was not surprising that the Northern Wei family would deal with He Zhi and his party, but they also did not expect that the other party would use such blatant and decisive means!

After glancing at Yan Ge Lao, Gongsun Wuji turned his gaze to He Zhi again, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

However, Gongsun Wuji soon discovered that He Zhi didn't seem to care about the challenge of the Yanhou Mansion. He Zhi even had a little smile on his face, and talked to Jiang Yuetian beside him - after the martial arts performance in front of the emperor entered the part of the martial arts performance in the palace, all the martial artists who participated in the martial arts exercise had to arrive. Therefore, although Jiang Yuetian was still "practicing", he still followed He Zhi to the martial arts arena.

And the dialogue between He Zhi and Jiang Yuetian was also the first to start Jiang Yuetian.

After Wu Daoming of Yanhou Mansion appeared on the stage, someone next to him whispered his nickname "Wind Chasing Sword God". If it is normal, with Wu Daoming's status in the Martial Saint Realm, it is not an exaggeration to use such a nickname. But the word "Sword God" fell on Jiang Yuetian's ears, but it was a little wrong.

"Sword God?" Jiang Yuetian woke up from the state of cultivation with his eyes closed, and immediately frowned, and sneered, "He is also worthy?"

"Huh, Senior Brother Jiang, are you awake? Could it be that you have completed your cultivation and are ready to make a move?" He Zhixing asked impulsively. Jiang Yuetian's realm itself was much higher than He Zhi's, so He Zhi didn't know anything about his recovery. Even when Jiang Yuetian's strength only recovered to the early innate realm, He Zhi couldn't detect Jiang Yuetian's breath.

"It's still early. The secret method of transforming mana into true element, I am also trying it for the first time. It's a lot tougher than I thought. It will take a few more days to beat the level. Jiang Yuetian shook his head lightly, "When I can make a move, I will make a move." Now you can only rely on yourself, don't count on me to help. Otherwise, why would we have to spend so much effort on you?"

"Oh, got it. I'm on it, I'm on it. He Zhi muttered in a low voice, "Didn't I see that you didn't like him?"

"Hmph! You know I'm not pleasing to the eye. Sword God, in front of my Sword Sect disciples, who dares to call himself a Sword God?" Jiang Yuetian finished speaking as if talking to himself, and then closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, He Zhi didn't know that Jiang Yuetian had no idea of going to battle? He consciously stood up and walked into the martial arts arena in the center of the main hall under the gaze of everyone.

The wind-chasing sword god who had just appeared on the stage stood in the center of the martial arts arena like a pine.

Wu Daoming is around forty years old. However, his cultivation has reached the level of consummation, so he looks like he is only in his early thirties, and his body looks a little thin, but he exudes an aura like an abyss and a sea. This momentum is not the leakage of Zhenyuan, but a kind of confidence that has been cultivated step by step after experiencing countless battles and defeating countless strong enemies! A kind of self-confidence that as long as the sword is drawn, then any opponent can be killed!

Compared with Wu Daoming, He Zhi, who represented the Xiaoyao faction, is not bad in appearance. Recently, more than ten consecutive days of cultivation and fighting have made He Zhi unconsciously develop the self-confidence of a true martial artist.

Moreover, He Zhi's body that crossed over is also the leader of the martial arts alliance, and he is the best among the martial artists in terms of appearance and temperament. Even if they stand in front of Wu Daoming, the two sides can only say that they are good at winning. did not let Wu Daoming take advantage of the slightest.

Wu Daoming's temperament is more round and heavy, with the calm of a grandmaster, while He Zhi is sharp and compelling, and at the same time he is calm, like a fairy boy who has walked out of a painting.

If these two people met on Jingshi Street a few days in the morning, they would be able to fight for a full house just by showing off.

Although Wu Daoming is known as the "Wind Chasing Sword God" and can be called one of the strongest swordsmen in the Northern Wei Dynasty, He Zhi is not an unknown person. Now in the Jingshi, He Zhi is a well-known "big devil"!

As the saying goes, the name of a man is the shadow of a tree. Even if He Zhi has no blood, he is regarded as a "waste" by the major families. But how dare Wu Daoming really treat He Zhi, who has created a great name in Beijing, as a waste?

What's more, Wu Daoming is still burdened with the pressure of life and death in World War I.

Therefore, when He Zhichu entered, he could feel that Wu Daoming was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and he was actually ready to make a move.

When He Zhi stood still at one end of the martial arts arena and faced Wu Daoming face to face, Wu Daoming directly opened the posture, and the whole person was like a bow and arrow that was pulled out, his right leg took a step back, and his left leg half squatted. At the same time, the left hand holds the scabbard, the thumb against the hilt, and the right hand on the hilt.

As soon as Wu Daoming's posture came out, almost everyone in the hall could feel a chilling killing intent rushing towards him. The long sword in his hand had not yet been unsheathed, but there was already a breath of sharpness that made people palpitate from it.

He Zhi's heart was full of caution.

Maybe Wu Daoming is not worthy of the name "Sword God" in Jiang Yuetian's eyes, but his realm is no worse than He Zhilai.

If you underestimate the enemy with the slightest carelessness, you may lose today. He Zhi's thought flashed, and the "Fighting Righteous Law" immediately ran to the limit, and the Enlightenment Realm was also fully opened, the five senses were improved, and everything around him was imprinted into his mind.

Wu Daoming, forty-two years old this year, known as the "Wind Chasing Sword God", has the blood of the second-grade Tianpeng. He began to practice swordsmanship at the age of ten, and at the age of twenty-two, he became a master of swordsmanship and traveled the world. At the age of twenty-seven, he returned to Beijing and became famous in the first battle of the imperial army, and was regarded as a guest by Yanhou. After a year, he broke through to the realm of entering the realm, and four years later, he participated in the martial arts exercise in front of the emperor again, and defeated strong opponents in the realm of the realm of entering the Dacheng, helping the Yanhou Mansion to rush into the final sixteen.

This year is the third time that Wu Daoming has participated in the imperial martial arts. His realm has also entered the final consummation from the completion of the transformation, and there is a breakthrough compared to five years ago.

He Zhi's mind quickly recalled all the information he had learned about Wu Daoming during this time. There is no doubt that this is a formidable opponent.

However, this opponent is not without flaws. Through analysis, it is not difficult to find that Wu Daoming's progress in the past five years seems to have slowed down suddenly compared with the speed at which he advanced by almost one big step every year before he was thirty-seven.

Obviously, after reaching the bottleneck of the consummation of the rebirth realm, Wu Daoming has lost his direction. He can neither break through the limit and deduce his swordsmanship to a higher realm like Xie Xuan'an, nor can he awaken his bloodline and take an alternative path to strengthen himself like Hua Mingshan.