patted the little tiger cub's head, Yang Junshan whispered: "Little guy, it's up to you next!"
The little tiger cub raised his head and shouted "purring" at Yang Junshan twice, Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Be honest, be careful not to miss the horse's foot!"
After that, Yang Junshan put the little tiger cub back in his backpack, leaving only one tiger head outside, and then held a three-stone carved bow and resolutely got up and walked towards the fog at the entrance of the paddock.
Along the way, Yang Junshan could clearly perceive the bright or dark eyes around him, and even felt the faint hostility and even heard the rapid breathing he was eager to try.
As Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, there were already a few uncontrollable teenagers who followed him to the edge of the fog.
"Yang Junshan from Tuqiu Village, Huangtu Town, applied to leave the mountain, and please let the seniors who shake the mountain of Shao Tianzong Shoushan!"
The moment Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, more than one substantive fluctuation descended on Yang Junshan's body, although he thought that the divine thoughts of the martial arts realm cultivator could not see through his details at all, but Yang Junshan still beat the drum in his heart for no reason.
"You are very nervous!"
Just like the lofty but extremely joking voice in his previous life, Xiong Manshan sneered "hehe": "The harvest is good, a piece of middle-grade fairy, let me see, ho, it is still a bull bezoar fairy, it can cure all poisons after summoning the spirit,......"
Yang Junshan had already heard the low exclamations of the teenagers ambushed near the exit, and several teenagers immediately shouted excitedly: "It's him, he is the archer who shot and hit the mountain bull, and he can't be let go!"
Xiong Manshan, who suddenly attracted hatred from Yang Junshan, continued to say casually: "What else, there is actually a low-grade fairy spirit food stone, have you dug a nest of mountain rats, it seems that you know a lot,......"
Even if it was a singing spirit, at most it was just an explanation of what kind of fairy spirit the young monk carried, and when it was Yang Junshan's turn, not only the quality and name of the fairy spirit were directly reported, but even the utility and origin of the fairy spirit were clearly explained, which was simply deliberately tempting other teenagers to come and snatch it.
There were already footsteps slowly approaching the fog, and Yang Junshan could even imagine the greedy eyes of the teenagers who were ready to make a move, so he quietly moved a yard to the left to avoid being knocked down when they fought.
"You can actually get two fairies by walking alone, aren't you afraid of being snatched away by others? Hey, how can you walk to the left, it's not an exit, if you want to go out, I have to wait until I open the formation,......"
This is no longer a hint, but a naked urging others to do it, and pointing out Yang Junshan's detailed location for them.
"Wait a moment to see what else there is, haha, I almost neglected it, you are really the luckiest guy in the Baique Mountain paddock this time, there are actually two bear paws here, and seven inferior spiritual grass mushrooms, even the old bear I have begun to envy your kid's luck, well, there is also a cub sitting on a mountain tiger, do you plan to raise a fierce beast, aren't you afraid of backlash, won't you be going to catch it back and roast it?" Haha......"
If the rap spirit only means that the young monk has no fairy spirit on him, at this time, even Yang Junshan's other gains in Baique Mountain have been reported, this is a blatant frame-up.
As soon as Xiong Manshan's words fell, the impatient young men rushed into the fog one after another, and followed the sound and rushed towards Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan was not surprised by such a result at all, in his previous life, he was toyed with by this bear Manshan in the applause, and although the piece of inferior fairy spirit he finally got in his hand was finally saved, he was beaten up by the teenagers who snatched it.
In this life, Xiong Manshan also wanted to embarrass him, but what was somewhat different from his previous life was that Yang Junshan's gains were greater, and it also meant that Yang Junshan's strength was stronger, making Xiong Manshan more willing to spend more on his lips and tongue to attract more people to snatch it.
Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, and then turned around and punched him, hitting a boy who was in his previous position in the face.
Immediately Yang Junshan suddenly opened the bowstring and released it in the direction outside the fog, and with a "bang" sound, several teenagers who had rushed over and had not yet entered the fog fell to the ground at the same time, but then they thought of something, and they got up one by one with a red face and rushed towards the fog in anger.
Nothing was visible in the fog, which made it more difficult for Yang Junshan to exert his strong strength in group battles, and Yang Junshan did not dare to expose his cultivation that had advanced to the second level, so he could only keep wandering in the fog, relying on listening to the voice and debating his position to deal with many young monks.
The sound of footsteps came rapidly, Yang Junshan half-squatted on the ground and stroked the ground with his palm, judging the distance between the person and himself by feeling the vibration of the ground, and then suddenly swung the longbow in his hand, just tripping on the ankle of a young man who was walking quickly.
Suddenly seven or eight teenagers gathered around in the direction where the exclamation came from, and Yang Junshan immediately understood his general situation, so he stretched out his hand and untied the bowstring at the other end of the longbow in his hand.
Yang Junshan suddenly pulled the bow whip in the direction he estimated, and the bowstring roared sharply in mid-air, and then in a crisp sound of stir-frying and crying for father and mother, four or five people had already rolled to the ground.
Yang Junshan held one side of the bow arm and threw it in the other direction again, and after a burst of ghost cry and wolf howl, two or three more teenagers rolled to the ground.
I don't know if the boy in the other direction was frightened by the screaming and rolling boy on the ground and didn't step forward, or he just turned around and ran away, but this time Yang Junshan took a break.
After standing still for a while, he didn't hear any footsteps coming in the direction he was, Yang Junshan stroked the bowstring with his hand and hung it on the bow arm again, and then he felt a wet piece in his palm, and when he put it in front of his nose, he smelled the smell of blood, Yang Junshan could completely imagine the blood stains on the previous teenagers that were pulled out by the bowstring.
"You kid is so vicious, how can this be true, how can this be true,......"
Of course, everything in the fog could not be hidden from the three mountain guarding monks of the Heaven Shaking Sect, and no matter how Xiong Manshan's voice sounded, there was a hint of anger and defeat.
Yang Junshan stood quietly in the fog, his expression did not change in the slightest because of Xiong Manshan's roar, and when Xiong Manshan's voice fell, he said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask Senior Xiong, can the junior go out?"
"You! You, well, ......."
Yang Junshan's calm words sounded like great irony in Xiong Manshan's ears, and it was like a provocation and a counterattack to him, and Xiong Manshan seemed to have been enraged.
However, just when Xiong Manshan looked so angry that he couldn't speak, a cold wind had already gone straight to Yang Junshan's back under the cover of Xiong Manshan's angry shouting, and it was too late to dodge when he found out.
Despicable, the dignified martial arts realm master actually joined forces with the young monks to plot against him!
Yang Junshan's resentment accumulated in his chest, and a murderous intent even flashed in his eyes, but he finally endured it, only to see him hastily arching his back slightly, and the muscles on his back suddenly knotted, and at the same time, the whole person rushed forward with all his might, showing the effect of the reckless bull fist refining the body.
With a crisp "pop" sound, there was a sharp pain in his back, Yang Junshan endured and fell to the ground, and then quietly got up and half-squatted on the ground like a night owl.
A smug laugh suddenly came from the fog behind him, and said: "Hey, no matter how treacherous you are, the things on your body are not all mine, the young master, I didn't expect the young master to have such luck......"
As he spoke, he groped towards the ground where Yang Junshan fell, but suddenly heard the angry voice of the mountain guard monk before, and said, "Little ......"
"Enough!" A faint voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly blocked Xiong Manshan's words of reminder.
The person who attacked Yang Junshan didn't seem to know what was going on and was suddenly stunned, and then he heard the sound of breaking the wind coming straight to his face, and the man hurriedly wanted to dodge, but the oncoming blow was far faster than he imagined.
Burst!
The iron feather arrow shaft grabbed by Yang Junshan in his hand was struck fiercely on the face of the person who attacked him, and blood even splattered out of the other person's face, and the man only had time to let out a scream and fell to the ground.
Yang Junshan hit with a blow, it seemed that the anger accumulated in his chest had found a place to vent, and he stepped forward, followed by a kick between the chest and abdomen of the person who was sneaking attacked, the man was already unconscious, Yang Junshan's kick only pierced the man on the edge of the fog a foot away, and the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth to the ground.
"Enough!" It was still the voice that interrupted Xiong Manshan's words before, but this time it was towards Yang Junshan, the fog in front of him suddenly dispersed, and a flickering portal appeared in front of him, and the faint voice continued: "You can get out of the mountain!"
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