Patting the little tiger cub's head, Yang Junshan whispered: "Little guy, the rest is up to you!"
The little tiger cub raised its head and purred twice towards Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Be honest, be careful to let something slip!"
After that, Yang Junshan put the tiger cub back into his backpack, leaving only the tiger's head outside. Then he resolutely stood up and walked towards the mist at the exit of the paddock with a three-stone carved flower bow in hand.
Along the way, Yang Junshan could clearly detect the bright or dark eyes around him, he could even feel the faint hostility and even hear the rapid breathing of eager people.
As Yang Junshan entered the fog, several young people who couldn't hold back followed them and came to the edge of the fog. At this time, those who chose to apply to leave the mountain in advance, seven out of ten got it in Baque Mountain.
Fairy people.
"Yang Junshan of Tuqiu Village, Huangtu Town has applied to leave the mountain. Please ask Senior Shantian of the Shaking Heaven Sect for permission!"
The moment Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, more than one substantial wave came to Yang Junshan. Although he thought that the spiritual mind of a martial artist monk could not see through his true nature, Yang Junshan still beat his heart for no reason.
"You are very nervous!"
Just like the lofty yet extremely joking voice in his previous life, Xiong Manshan said with a sneer, "Hey, hehe," "It's a good harvest, a piece of middle-grade fairy spirit. Let's see, oh, it's still a bezoar fairy spirit. After summoning the spirit, it can cure hundreds of poisons."
Woolen cloth,……"
Yang Junshan had already heard the low exclamations of the teenagers who were ambushing near the exit. Several teenagers immediately shouted excitedly: "It's him, he's the archer who shot the mountain bull, we can't let him go!"
Xiong Manshan, who immediately attracted hatred for Yang Junshan, continued to say casually: "What else? There is actually a low-grade fairy grain stone. Did you dig a nest of mountain rats? It seems that you don't know.
Young Master,..."
Even if it is a singing spirit, at most it just explains what kind of quality of fairy spirit the young monk carries. But when it comes to Yang Junshan, not only the quality of the fairy spirit, but also the name is directly reported, and even the effectiveness and origin of the fairy spirit are stated.
They all made it clear that this was simply a deliberate attempt to lure other teenagers to snatch it.
There were footsteps slowly approaching the fog. Yang Junshan could even imagine the greedy eyes of those young men who were about to take action, so he quietly moved a foot away to the left to avoid being knocked down by everyone during the fight.
.
"A person walking alone can actually get two fairy spirits. Aren't you afraid of being snatched away by others? Hey, why do you have to walk to the left? There is no exit there. If you want to go out, I have to wait for me to open the formation...
"
This was no longer a hint, but a naked urging others to take action, and pointed out Yang Junshan's detailed location for them.
"Wait a minute and see what else there is. Haha, I almost overlooked it. You are really the luckiest guy in the Baqueshan paddock this time. There are actually two bear paws on the ground here, and seven more.
Only low-grade spiritual grass, cordyceps, and mushrooms. Even the old bear, I am beginning to envy your luck. Well, there is also a cub of a mountain tiger. Are you planning to raise a ferocious beast? Aren't you afraid of backlash? Aren't you trying to catch it back?
Let’s bake it and eat it? Haha…”
If talking about spirits is just to show whether there is a fairy spirit in the young monk, at this time, even Yang Junshan has reported other gains in Baique Mountain, which is a blatant frame-up.
The astute young monks had already figured out something from Xiong Manshan's words. As soon as Xiong Manshan finished speaking, the impatient young men rushed into the mist one after another, following the sound and rushing towards Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan was not surprised at all by this result. In his previous life, he was played by Xiong Manshan. Although he finally saved a piece of low-grade fairy spirit that he finally got, he was severely beaten by the young people who tried to snatch it away.
After a meal, he looked completely miserable when he came out of the mountain defense formation.
In this life, Xiong Manshan also wanted to make things difficult for him. However, what was different from the previous life was that Yang Junshan's gains were greater, which also meant that Yang Junshan was stronger, making Xiong Manshan more willing to spend more words to attract more people.
People come to rob it.
Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, then turned around and punched a young man in the face who was throwing himself at the previous position. The young man only had time to let out a scream, then covered his face and fell to the ground.
Then Yang Junshan suddenly opened his bow string and fired it in the direction outside the fog. There was a shocking "bang" sound, and several young people who had rushed over and had not yet entered the fog fell to the ground in unison. But then they thought of something, and one by one
He stood up with a red face and rushed towards the mist in anger.
Things are invisible in the fog, which makes it more difficult for Yang Junshan to display his tyrannical strength in group battles. In addition, Yang Junshan does not dare to reveal that he has advanced to the second level of cultivation, so he can only hide in the fog.
He kept wandering around, relying on his voice to distinguish his position to deal with many young monks.
The sound of footsteps came quickly. Yang Junshan squatted on the ground and touched the ground with his palms. He judged the distance between the person and himself by feeling the vibration of the ground. Then he suddenly swung the long bow in his hand and stumbled on a young man who was walking quickly.
On the ankle, the young man screamed and immediately fell forward. Yang Junshan followed up and kicked the man in the head suddenly. The young man fainted without even making a sound.
However, the boy's exclamation when he fell still pointed out the direction of Yang Junshan to others. Immediately, seven or eight teenagers gathered in the direction of the exclamation. Yang Junshan immediately understood his general situation.
So he reached out and unhooked the bowstring at the other end of the long bow in his hand. The loosened bow arm and the thin and tough bowstring looked more like a long whip.
Yang Junshan whipped the bow and whip in the expected direction, and the bow string made a sharp whistle in the air. Then, amid a crisp sound of fried meat and screams of crying for father and mother, four or five people were already tumbling.
On the ground.
Yang Junshan held the bow arm and threw it in the other direction again. After a burst of ghostly cries and howls, two or three more teenagers rolled to the ground.
No matter how the young man on the ground cried, Yang Junshan's expression did not change at all. He retracted the bow and whip and threw it out again. I don't know if the young man in the other direction was frightened by the screaming and tumbling young man on the ground and did not move forward, or he just went straight to it.
He turned around and ran away, but this time Yang Junshan took a moment.
After standing quietly for a moment, Yang Junshan no longer heard any footsteps coming towards his direction. Yang Junshan stroked the bowstring with his hand and hung it on the bow arm again. Only then did he feel a wet patch in the palm of his hand and put it in front of his nose.
As soon as he smelled the smell of blood, Yang Junshan could completely imagine the blood stains on the bodies of the previous few teenagers that were drawn out by bowstrings.
"It's so unreasonable for you, a kid, to be so vicious. It's so unreasonable..."
Of course, everything in the mist cannot be hidden from the three mountain-guarding monks of the Shaking Sky Sect. There is a hint of anger and frustration in Xiong Manshan's voice.
Yang Junshan stood quietly in the mist, his expression not changing at all because of Xiong Manshan's roar. As soon as Xiong Manshan finished speaking, he said in a deep voice: "Senior Xiong, can I go out now?"
"You! You, good, good..."
Yang Junshan's calm words sounded like great sarcasm to Xiong Manshan's ears, and they also seemed like a provocation and retaliation against him. Xiong Manshan seemed to have been irritated.
However, just when Xiong Manshan looked as if he was too angry to speak, a biting sound of wind had already come straight to Yang Junshan's back under the cover of Xiong Manshan's roar. By the time he discovered it, it was already too late to dodge.
Already.
It's despicable that a majestic martial arts master actually teamed up with a young monk to plot against him!
Anger accumulated in Yang Junshan's chest, and a killing intent even flashed in his eyes, but he finally endured it. He hurriedly arched his back slightly, and the muscles on his back suddenly knitted. At the same time, his whole body
The person tried his best to rush forward, fully displaying the effectiveness of the Mang Niu Fist in body training.
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and a sharp pain came from his back. Yang Junshan resisted and fell to the ground, and then quietly stood up and squatted on the ground like a night owl.
A proud laugh suddenly came from the mist behind him, saying: "Hey, you can be as treacherous as a ghost. Not all the things on my body belong to me. I am a middle-grade bezoar fairy. I didn't expect that I would be like this."
luck……"
As the voice spoke, it groped towards the ground where Yang Junshan had fallen, but suddenly heard the angry voice of the monk guarding the mountain before, saying: "Little..."
"That's enough!" A faint voice suddenly sounded, blocking Xiong Manshan's words of reminder that he was about to leave.
The man who attacked Yang Junshan suddenly seemed to be confused as to what was going on. Then he heard the sound of breaking wind coming straight to his face. The man panicked and tried to dodge, but the oncoming blow was far more powerful than the one that attacked him.
It was much faster than he imagined.
puff!
An iron-feather arrow shaft caught in Yang Junshan's hand hit the attacker's face hard, and blood even spattered from the opponent's face. The person only had time to let out a scream before falling to the ground, unconscious.
The only thought I had before was: That man was attacked from behind with a stick, how could he not pass out?
Yang Junshan hit the target with one blow, and it seemed that the resentment accumulated in his chest had found a place to vent. He stepped forward, followed by a kick and hit the attacker's chest and abdomen. The person was already unconscious.
Yang Junshan's kick only drove the man to the edge of the mist about a foot away, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth to the ground.
"That's enough!" It was the same voice that interrupted Xiong Manshan's words before, but this time it was said to Yang Junshan. The fog in front of his eyes suddenly dispersed, and a shining portal appeared in front of him. The faint voice continued
Said: "You can come out of the mountain!"
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