Although Yang Junshan was only twelve years old, his success in cultivating the Mang Niu Fist had greatly increased his strength, and the one-stone mulberry bow in his hand had already looked soft, not to mention that the two pots of iron feather arrows in his hand were much heavier than ordinary bamboo feather arrows.
"Dad, the child borrows your carved bow!"
Yang Tian had just dug a pot of tobacco, and he didn't seem surprised at all when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Can you pull it away?"
Yang Junshan saw that his father had expected this to happen, and he instantly understood, Yang Tian Gang was afraid that he had already thought that the iron feather arrow must use a three-stone strong bow, otherwise with his martial arts realm's cultivation, a strong bow of six or seven stones would probably be able to be pulled away, so why hang a three-stone bow on the back of the horse beast.
Yang Junshan didn't know that there was another reason, that is, when he was practicing boxing yesterday morning, Yang Tian had just guessed the progress of his boxing skills from the crisp sound of the bones in his body caused by his last punch, and expected that his strength would definitely be able to pull away the three-stone bow.
Yang Junshan showed an eager expression on his face and said: "The child wants to try!"
Just when Yang Junshan asked his father for a carved bow, he had already attracted the attention of several teenagers of the same age around him, but these teenagers obviously didn't think that Yang Junshan could pull the carved bow, and the look of disdain and mockery hung on these faces, and some even secretly hoped that Yang Junshan's bow would be better to injure himself and quit the paddock, and there would be one less competitor.
However, in the unabashed schadenfreude eyes of many peers, it was seen that Yang Junshan had already taken off the carved bow from the back of the horse beast, and Su Baozhang on the side quickly stepped forward and whispered: "Brother Junshan, at this time, you should still accumulate energy, don't waste your energy on useless things, so as not to let people know the details of their own business!"
This Su Baozhang is indeed a kind person like in his previous life, but Yang Junshan also has his own considerations, and turned his head and whispered: "Brother Baozhang, don't worry, I'm sure!"
Su Baozhang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Yang Junshan's move was not even dissuaded by Yang Tiangang on the side, so naturally it had a deep meaning, so he nodded and stepped aside to watch him draw his bow.
Yang Junshan sank his waist and condensed, holding the bow arm in one hand and pulling the bowstring with the other.
What a lot of strength!
For a while, the young men who were watching Yang Junshan drawing the bow took a breath, and this thought came to them from the bottom of their hearts, even if Su Baozhang had practiced for three more years than Yang Junshan, seeing Yang Junshan's strength at this time seemed a little incredible.
This is not the end, I saw Yang Junshan exhale slowly in one breath, and the open carved bow slowly loosened, and then Yang Junshan took another sharp breath, and his arms used both arms to pull the carved bow open again by seven points as before.
Even though Yang Junshan's strength has increased recently, he is still sweating and panting on his forehead, and among the three teenagers in the same village, Su Baozhang's expression flashed with surprise and envy, but more of them were still admired; Hao Zhuang's face was not very good-looking, and he even looked at Yang Junshan with a hint of fear; And Xu Jing's expression was startled at first, but then he snorted coldly, turned his face away and lifted it high, looking like something amazing arrogant.
Yang Junshan took everyone's expressions into his eyes, smiled "hehe" on his face, rubbed his fingers that were strangled by the bowstring, but turned to Yang Tiangang and said: "Dad, how is it?"
Yang Tian just said "so-so", and threw an object towards Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan grabbed the object in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up, but it turned out to be a jade finger that shone with spiritual light, this jade finger was carved entirely of spiritual jade, full of materials, and the spiritual jade used to carve this finger alone was equivalent to the amount of three jade coins, not to mention that there were several simple runes engraved on this jade finger, but Yang Junshan recognized that these runes formed a simple charging array, which could save some energy when Yang Junshan opened his bow, so that his arms would not be sore and weak just by opening the bow three times.
Yang Junshan recognized that this jade finger was an object that his father often carried on his finger, and it was one of the few relics left by his grandfather to his father.
This time, it was Xu Jing who saw that the large piece of spiritual jade in Yang Junshan's hand was also flashing with greed, but she quickly turned her face aside and deliberately did not look at Yang Junshan.
In fact, even Yang Junshan was surprised at this time, when he came to Baique Mountain in his previous life, although Yang Tiangang also carried a carved bow, Yang Junshan did not have the strength to open a three-stone bow at that time, so naturally he did not think about the meaning of Yang Tiangang bringing a bow.
Although this jade finger was not as good as the real magic weapon, a few simple runes could not only assist in improving his strength, but also be used to replenish the meager spiritual power in his body as much as possible.
Yang Junshan had everything ready, and at this time, he was just waiting for the Heaven-Shaking Sect monks on duty in the enclosure of Baique Mountain to open the paddock formation.
But at this time, there was a commotion from a mountain pass not far from the resting place of Yang Junshan and the others, and when everyone looked up, they saw a group of people surrounded by two people riding two foolish beasts walking towards the square in front of the entrance of the Baique Mountain paddock.
"It's Zhang Chenghong and Zhang Yueming father and son from Wasteland Town!" The one who spoke was Meng Shan, the village chief of Tumeng Village, a neighboring village of Tuqiu Village, who was also a master of the martial arts realm like Yang Tiangang.
"Although this Zhang Chenghong is unbearable, he has given birth to a good son, he is actually a second-class qualification, and four fairy spirit apertures have been tested in his body, all of which are said to have attracted the attention of the Shaking Heaven Sect. Another martial realm cultivator sighed.
As soon as they heard the Taoist Heaven Sect's inner disciple, all the disciples exclaimed, and almost all the young men showed envy on their faces, even the arrogant girl Xu Jing was no exception, and Yang Junshan's limelight was simply not worth mentioning compared to this.
"Strange!"
Yang Tiangang showed a puzzled look on his face and said: "What are their fathers and sons doing here, with that child's second-class qualifications, they are still worried about not having fairy things?"
Meng Shan smiled "haha" and said: "Lao Yang, don't look at your old Yang family, but in this Mengyu County boundary, your old Yang's news is not good enough!"
Yang Tiangang didn't take it seriously, but asked strangely: "Oh, Brother Meng, do you understand the reason? Please clarify your doubts!"
Meng Shan said: "It is said that Zhang Chenghong's son has already had to be taught the treasure technique by the masters of the Shaotian Sect for cultivation, and this Baique Mountain hunting immortals is just a rule for the Shaotian Sect to recruit disciples.
Yang Tiangang suddenly said: "I see, but since it's just a formality, but there are nearly two hundred young people who entered the mountain today, isn't Shao Tian Sect afraid that someone else will steal this child's opportunity? Even if Shao Tian Zong is fully prepared, he will never let this child compete with two hundred people!"
Yang Tiangang's words not only expressed his own doubts, but also hit the minds of some young people around him, but this did not include Yang Junshan, who wanted to steal the Heavenly Sect to prepare fairy things for Zhang Yueming, unless he didn't want to die, and even if you really didn't want to die, it was impossible to grab it.
Sure enough, another villager looked at the young people around him with a warning and sneered: "How could this happen if there is no perfect preparation to shake the Heavenly Sect? If you really want to reach out to that Zhang Yueming, you are really looking for death, don't forget, except for the martial realm monks who shake the Heaven Sect in the paddock, I can't get in!"
Meng Shan was also a little surprised by this, and said: "Don't you know the catty Brother Yang in this? Is the scene in Mengyu County and Chenyu County different?"
Yang Tiangang said: "If Mengyu County finds such a young man, he will also go such a way, but he will directly arrange the child among the first round of monks entering the paddock, and this is where the doubts lie.
Meng Shan sighed and said: "Brother Yang, you don't know this, Chenyu County is not as good as the other five counties of Yu County, not to mention the sparse population, how many years have children with excellent qualifications not appeared, not to mention the children who directly attracted the attention of Shao Tian Sect, which also makes this county and the other five counties of Yu County have never been able to raise their heads!"
Meng Shan paused, and then said: "This time, because this child is said to have even alarmed the county lord of this county, so this Zhang Yueming's cutscene must not only go smoothly, without the slightest accident, but also walk beautifully and wonderfully. You must know which of the first group of disciples of the Shaking Heaven Sect who can enter the paddock is not an extremely talented person, and his identity* is not much more advanced than this Zhang Yueming, even if he casually suppresses this rural villager, no one will care, and he won't dare to care, right?"
Meng Shan's explanation made Yang Tian Gang wake up, although some of the teenagers in the audience were indignant, but they were gloomy when they thought about their own qualifications, but they heard Yang Tiangang say in surprise: "According to what Brother Meng said, Zhang Yueming, this child, is at least a high-grade fairy spirit when he comes down from this transition?"
Superior fairies!
Everyone was amazed again, the scarcity of immortals was the first threshold to limit the number of monks, and it was said that even the Shaking Heaven Sect could not be popularized among the disciples under the sect; The famous families in the counties can only collect as many fairies as possible; And like them, mountain villagers and scattered cultivators and wild ghosts, they are already content to harvest a low-grade fairy spirit for cultivation.