Yang Tiangang sneered and said: "Tuqiu Village is mine originally. If Xiaoshan wins, I won't get any benefits. If Xiaoshan loses, I will have to give up Tuqiu Village. Do you think this bet is fair?"
Before Wang Yuan could respond, Yang Xi on the side was no longer angry but said happily: "So, third brother, are you willing to gamble?"
Wang Yuan also smiled and said: "Okay, as long as Third Brother you are willing to bet, you can decide the bet!"
Yang Tianggang sneered, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, and said: "Well, Xiaoshan's cultivation is about to reach the warrior realm now, and I am also having a headache to raise the spiritual materials to refine magic weapons for him. Since my brother-in-law is willing to help,
, I heard that my brother-in-law got a piece of Tianhuang stone after he became the guardian of this bluestone. Haha, if Xiaoshan wins this battle by luck, I wonder if my brother-in-law is willing to give up his love?"
Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said: "Third brother really values Xiaoshan. It's just a piece of Tianhuang Lingshi. It doesn't matter if it's given to Xiaoshan. In that case, let's take a gamble!"
According to the bet, Yang Junshan from the hospital had already taken the lead in launching an attack on Wang Yuan.
As soon as Yang Junshan launched his offensive, his whole aura was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, which made the faces of several martial arts masters watching the battle show expressions of surprise. This kind of aura can only be seen by those who have killed people and seen blood. In life and death,
Only those who have wandered around the edge can have it. Yang Junshan is only a fifteen-year-old boy now. Where did he get such a strong evil spirit?
Yang Junshan punched out, but there was no magic condensation at all, and just a khaki spiritual energy punch shot out towards Wang Jin's shoulder.
Wang Jin obviously did not expect that Yang Junshan would use this most primitive use of spiritual energy to attack him, but the power of such an attack was obviously not in his eyes, but it omitted the condensation of spiritual energy and spells, making the speed extremely fast.
Fast, it can almost be said that the Dharma comes from the mind.
Condensing magic to resist such an attack is obviously making a fuss out of a molehill. If he retreats and dodges and appears timid, he cannot be a disciple of Shaking Heaven Sect and can't even resist a punch. This will make people laugh, right?
With thoughts flashing in his mind, Wang Jin pushed forward with both palms, and the same two rays of spiritual energy condensed outward into a cocoon of light. He finally chose the most primitive fighting method of using spiritual energy.
boom!
It was like a big firecracker exploded in the east courtyard. A strong gust of wind suddenly spread out around the center of the fight between the two. Several children who had not yet started practicing were even blown to the ground.
Wang Jin sensed something was wrong the moment the two fists collided. The strength and spiritual energy displayed by Yang Junshan in the fist light far exceeded his expectations. The previous melee seemed not to be the same.
It did not cause too serious damage to Yang Junshan.
Wang Jin's spiritual power was flowing in his body, and he tried his best to stabilize his body. However, the power of Yang Junshan's fist was completely superior to his. In desperation, Wang Jin had to retreat backwards. At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body was re-condensed.
To cast your natal spell.
However, the moment he retreated, he noticed that there was a strange force covering his body. The moment he retreated, this force even pulled in the opposite direction, as if it did not want him to retreat.
Same.
Wang Jin secretly said bad, and the speed of forming seals in his hands increased, but a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Yang Junshan chased after him again like a tarsal maggot, punched out again, and the three-foot fist was instantly close to his
body.
Wang Jin had no choice but to disperse the condensing spells. A little spiritual light flickered under his feet. This time, he no longer cared about the reputation of Shaotian Sect. If he did not retreat, he would not even have the chance to condense the spells.
However, just as he jumped back, the force that seemed to be pulling him appeared again. Normally, he could move back two feet with a flick of his toes, but under the pull of this pulling force, he could only move back two feet.
Not to mention driving ten feet away, a strong wind hit his face. Yang Junshan was once again chasing after him like a shadow, and another fist hit him!
This time Wang Jin finally understood that he had fallen into someone else's plan from the beginning. The strange pulling force not only restrained him, but also pulled Yang Junshan to catch up with his dodge direction and speed at all times.
.
Being entangled by Yang Junshan's stalking tactics, he was helpless for a while. Wang Jin was also furious at this time. Seeing Yang Junshan's punch, this time he no longer dodged or resisted, but did the same
A punch burst out and struck Yang Junshan's fist.
Fighting!
Whoops, there was another strong wind in the east courtyard, and the ground that had been destroyed before suddenly became a dust mist. At the moment when the dust mist rose, a crisp "click" sound was faintly heard, followed closely by
There was another groan.
Wang Yuan's expression changed, and he jumped up to walk towards the east courtyard, but was stopped by Yang Tiangang on the side. Wang Yuan walked away angrily, but heard Yang Tiangang say quietly: "Don't panic, the hill is measured!"
The anger on Wang Yuan's face gradually disappeared, but it was still gloomy and terrifying, because others may not be able to see the result of this competition due to the dust and fog, but it cannot be hidden from the spiritual consciousness of the martial artist.
Although this result surprised many people, what really surprised everyone was the method used by these two outstanding monks at the fifth level of the mortal realm to win.
The dust gradually dispersed, and the figures of Yang Junshan and Wang Jin were gradually revealed. At this time, the two of them were standing two feet apart from each other. Yang Junshan looked calm, but Wang Jin opposite him had a left hand.
Holding his right fist, a slightly distorted look flashed across his face from time to time, as if he was enduring pain.
"Cousin, I accept it!"
Yang Junshan's tone was calm, and he did not look complacent at all because of his victory.
Wang Jin nodded and said: "Fourth cousin has superb cultivation, and I am willing to be inferior to you!"
Defeated, Wang Jin actually lost!
Wang Jin was defeated like this. Two monks who cast magic spells fought for three rounds, but they didn't even have to cast a single spell. In such a funny way, the winner was decided!
Yang Tianshou and others found it a bit incredible, but they didn't know that it wasn't that Wang Jin didn't want to cast spells, but that Yang Junshan never gave him a chance to cast spells from the beginning to the end, forcing him to use this method to control spiritual energy.
The most superficial and primitive way to decide the winner.
Shi Xian Shu, Shi Xian Shu, although the fifth level of the mortal realm can cast spells, they cannot follow the instructions like monks in the martial arts realm. Therefore, even if the monks can cast spells out of thin air, they are still just mortals who can cast spells.
, only by advancing to the warrior realm will all this change!
Wang Jin was defeated at the hands of Yang Junshan, but unexpectedly he did not show any signs of frustration. On the contrary, his determination to advance to the level of martial artist became even more urgent and firm.
Yang Junshan didn't know what was going on in Wang Jin's mind, but when he saw Wang Jin admitting his defeat frankly, without any shame or resentment of a loser, he instead gave him a high look.
Outside the gate of the east courtyard, Wang Yuan touched his hand on his waist. A Tianhuang stone, which was the size of a fist and looked like a shrunken mountain, appeared in his hand. He threw it towards Yang Tiangang, and then towards Yang Junshan in the east courtyard.
He looked hard at him, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Yang Yan looked at Yang Xi and his son who left with Wang Yuan, and said: "Lao San, do you think your sister-in-law can keep his word?"
Yang Tiangang looked at the stone in his hand happily and said casually: "Now he can only keep his word on this piece of Tianhuang stone!"
The competition in the east courtyard came to an end. Yang Junshan and his younger brothers and sisters followed Yang Tiangang to a small courtyard in the west wing of the old house. This was where Yang Tiangang's family once lived in Qingshi Town. Yang Junping was still somewhat familiar with it, and
Yang Junxin's impression was completely lost.
Although Yang Junshan's family left, the courtyard still stayed. Yang Tianshou originally wanted to move in, but it was not possible because of Yang Yan's opposition. The courtyard also seemed a bit decayed because there was no one living in it. Although the Yang family's servant Ban Yue
They might come to clean it every ten days, but it's obviously just a perfunctory job.
Yang Junshan asked about the clan association. After hearing what Yang Tiangang said, Yang Junping jumped out first and said: "They want my second uncle to seize our family's foundation. Tuqiu Village is now well managed by my father.
They want to take it away without saying a word? Huh, who is in charge of the Yang family's money and food? If dad really comes back, he will at most be a bookkeeper!"
This time, not only Yang Junshan, but also Yang Tianggang looked at his second son with a hint of surprise.
"These two words from the waiter really hit the point!" Yang Tiangang happily blew out a smoke ring and nodded approvingly.
After Yang Junshan was surprised, he felt that it was natural. In his previous life, his second brother also gradually became young and mature as he got older. He was often more reliable in seeing problems and doing things than his elder brother. If it hadn't been for the great changes in the world later,
After the change, everyone in the family died tragically except him, and the second brother's achievements will definitely surpass his own.
Yang Junshan also said: "Tuqiu Village has condensed my father's hard work over the past five years. How can I let others take it away easily? I think my father would not agree, but my fourth uncle must still have some means of threats, right?"
Yang Tiangang nodded solemnly and told the ancestral hall about Wang Yuan's threat to remove him from the position of village chief through the Mengyu County magistrate Xiong Changfeng, as well as about the previous bet in the east courtyard.
Yang Junshan was overjoyed when he heard that he had gained another piece of Tianhuang Stone, but he still pondered: "Now the general context has come out. Master Wang Qian is seeking Chen Yu County Magistrate. What happened in Tuqiu Village is not at all related to grandsons like Fourth Uncle.
I am the one who can make the decision, but my fourth uncle played tricks."
Yang Tiangang said worriedly: "I know about this, but if Master Xiong Changfeng really wants to remove me from the post of village chief as the county magistrate, then everything will be in vain. There is no way that dad can go against the Shaking Sky Sect."
After Yang Tiangang finished speaking, he saw Yang Junshan clasping his fingers and calculating something. He couldn't help but said angrily: "What are you thinking about? How many Pegasus will there be in your father Muramasa's life?"
Yang Junshan raised his head and smiled, and said: "No, I'm just counting how many days Xiong Changfeng has left as county magistrate, but I realized that he may not have enough days to live as county magistrate."