The square in front of the enclosure of Baique Mountain was already surrounded by parents waiting for their children, Yang Junshan stepped out from behind the light curtain at the exit of the Shoushan Array, and there was a slight commotion among the hundreds of parents in the square, hundreds of pairs of eyes staring straight at their bodies, many of which were the eyes of martial arts realm cultivators like Yang Tiangang, which made Yang Junshan feel like a thorn in his back for a while.
As the treasure of the high-grade fairy purple cloud skin obtained by Zhang Yueming, a genius monk who was second only to the Heaven-Shaking Sect, many parents naturally wanted to see who it was.
The closest to the exit were the three mountain guarding monks of the Shaking Heaven Sect, but what Yang Junshan immediately paid attention to was not these three masters of the Martial Realm, but the two young monks standing behind the three.
One of these two young monks was Xu Jing, it seemed that the combination of the fairy spirit aperture in her cochlea and the middle-grade fairy spirit hyacinth in her hand had already attracted the attention of the mountain monks of the Shaking Heaven Sect.
At this time, Xu Jing didn't know that Yang Junshan had already known about framing and abandoning her friend Hao Zhuang from the same village, and from her already arrogant but now even more proud face, Yang Junshan didn't see any guilt because of Hao Zhuang's death.
And another young man who seemed much calmer than Xu Jing's pride was Zhang Yueming, who had almost been appointed as a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Shaking Heaven Sect, and the moment he saw Yang Junshan, his originally calm expression suddenly flashed a wave.
Yang Junshan smiled and gestured towards the two of them, perhaps because Yang Junshan had overturned more than ten monks of the same age one after another in the fog before, and Xu Jing, who was originally arrogant, actually showed a small face to Yang Junshan; And Zhang Yueming also smiled slightly at Yang Junshan, the two had fought once in Baique Mountain, and this time they signaled to each other, but only the two of them knew the meaning.
Xiong Manshan, who was standing on the far left, had a very ugly face, and the moment Yang Junshan came out, he simply snorted coldly, and only glared at Yang Junshan with a pair of eyes flashing with dangerous light.
If it were other young monks, he might be frightened by Xiong Manshan's fierce gaze, but Yang Junshan turned a blind eye to this at all, and stepped forward and only bowed slightly to the old monk Chen Jiwei in the middle, thanking him for stopping Xiong Manshan's excessive difficulties twice.
At that time, Xiong Manshan could close off Yang Junshan's voice in every possible way after singing the spirit, as long as it wasn't too much, the other two mountain guarding monks probably wouldn't interfere, and now it's not possible.
Yang Junshan's original plan was to think about how to dispel his uncle's desire to become a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Shaking Heaven Sect by all means, after all, no one would have thought that the Heaven-Shaking Sect would collapse so suddenly and easily for an unknown number of years, and Yang Junshan's uncle tried his best to get on a broken ship that was about to sink.
However, the moment he stepped out of the enclosure of Baique Mountain, Yang Junshan suddenly changed his mind, since this Xiong Manshan was so embarrassed for himself, then he wanted to help his uncle become an inner disciple of the Shaking Heaven Sect, and he would definitely make this Xiong Manshan unable to get his wish!
After learning that Yang Junshan had a bull bezoar fairy on his body, he already knew that Yang Junshan was the one who set the trap in the woods by the stream, how could a twelve-year-old boy have such a method comparable to that of an old spicy hunter?
Only Chen Ji, who was standing in the middle, looked at Yang Junshan's eyes full of inquisitiveness, and when he saw Yang Junshan saluting in gratitude, the high-level cultivator of the Martial Realm suddenly spoke: "Your body is very good, what kind of body refining technique do you use on weekdays?"
Yang Junshan was secretly cold in his heart, but he said respectfully on his face: "What the junior used was the reckless bull fist?"
"Reckless bull fist?" Chen Ji's face flashed with surprise, and then he nodded and said: "It's really not easy to use a low-grade body refining technique to beat the body to such a point at a young age, but it's a pity that you are not my son of Shaking the Heaven Sect, otherwise the old man may be able to teach you a middle-grade body refining technique."
Chen Ji pondered for a moment, as if he had a love for Yang Junshan's talent for body refining, and said: "Forget it, seeing that you seem to be quite talented in body refining, although the old man cannot teach you the middle-grade body refining technique due to the sect, but if you have any questions in the future, you can come to Baique Mountain to ask me!"
Chen Ji's words made Zhang Fengyi on the side look at him in surprise, while Xiong Manshan's lips on the other side moved as if he wanted to stop it, but in the end he still didn't say anything, but his gaze at Yang Junshan was even worse.
And the other monks in the square all let out an envious admiration after hearing Chen Ji's words, as a high-level monk in the martial arts realm, Chen Ji was one of the top five beings in the entire Mengyu County, and many people wanted to meet him but couldn't get it, let alone be able to get his guidance,
You must know that Chen Ji is a deeply experienced inner disciple of the Shaking Heaven Sect, and there are even rumors that this person is only one step away from condensing the Qi to achieve the real realm, even if he is too old to become a true disciple of the Shaking Heaven Sect, but at least one elder position cannot be escaped, and then he will have the qualifications to govern a county.
As long as he hadn't become a monk of the Heaven-Shaking Sect, Yang Junshan would naturally not miss such a good thing, so he hurriedly thanked the inner disciple of the Heaven-Shaking Sect again.
Chen Ji nodded happily, and then pointed to the little tiger cub in Yang Junshan's backpack and said, "Don't raise this beast, otherwise it will really be a tiger raising a disaster!"
Yang Junshan quickly nodded and said yes, if the little tiger cub is still a fierce beast, he naturally does not dare to domesticate it, but now that the little tiger cub has been washed by the demonic energy, his spiritual wisdom has gradually opened, and he will inevitably become a demon cultivator in the future, so naturally there will be no hidden dangers, not to mention that Yang Junshan and the little tiger cub have also taken the oath of Jinlan.
Hurriedly left in front of the three mountain-guarding monks of the Heaven-Shaking Sect, and after the three of them turned their attention back to the fog of the mountain protection formation, Yang Junshan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then felt that the clothes on his back were soaked, although he knew the secret technique of using demonic energy to cover his cultivation, but being scrutinized back and forth under the noses of the three Martial Realm monks, Yang Junshan still felt great pressure.
After returning to the square, the villagers of Tuqiu Village quickly greeted them, and they all congratulated Yang Junshan on receiving the Niuhuang Immortal Spirit, and Yang Junshan returned the salute one by one, only then did he see Su Baozhang standing next to Yang Tiangang, looking at Yang Junshan from a distance with a face full of joy.
Yang Tiangang rarely didn't smoke dry cigarettes, but tapped the cigarette stick on his palm one by one, obviously Yang Tiangang was not very calm at this time.
Without waiting for Yang Tiangang to ask about his experience in Baique Mountain, Yang Junshan said first: "Dad, I'm tired, let's go back to the village first?"
Yang Tiangang glanced at his son, nodded, and said, "Let's go, Baozhang will go back with me!"
The three of them were about to leave first, but someone suddenly stopped Yang Junshan behind them, and when he turned around and looked, Yang Junshan's expression changed inexplicably, the person who came was none other than Hao Sanwang, who was following Hao Zhuang's father.
"Yang Cunzheng!"
Hao Sanwang looked at Yang Tiangang with a little scared, but then he eagerly asked Yang Junshan: "Big nephew, have you seen my Hao Zhuang, what happened to him, have you ever found the immortal?"
Looking at Hao Sanwang with a hopeful face, Yang Junshan didn't know how to answer for a while, so he paused and smiled reluctantly: "Uncle Sanwang, I have never seen Hao Zhuang in Baique Mountain, I was with Brother Baozhang at that time, you can ask Xu Jing, I don't know if she has seen Hao Zhuang!"
"I didn't see it!"
The disappointment on Hao Sanwang's face floated a lot, but it was soon replaced by a confident smile, and he said: "My Haozhuang is also good, and he will definitely be able to come out safely from Baique Mountain with the fairies!"
"Then let's go first!"
Yang Junshan smiled reluctantly, said hello to Hao Sanwang, turned around and left quickly.
Yang Tiangang and Su Baozhang hurriedly followed, and after the three of them left Baique Mountain twenty or thirty miles away from Baique Mountain in one breath, the three of them came to a secluded hillside to rest, and Yang Junshan said: "Hao Zhuang is dead, he was killed by Xu Jing!"
"Huh?" Su Baozhang opened his mouth and exclaimed for the rest of his life.
Although Yang Tiangang was not as shocked as Su Baozhang, the cigarette holder that was about to be put in his mouth also paused, and then asked in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on, why didn't you say it at that time?"
Yang Junshan told the two of them what he saw, Su Baozhang was already stunned, Yang Tiangang sighed and said: "I didn't expect this girl to be so ruthless, you did it right, you really can't say it at this time, not to mention that you just speculated based on the footprints on Hao Zhuang's shoulders, and did not see Xu Jing frame Hao Zhuang with your own eyes.
Su Baozhang opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and after a while, Yang Junshan said: "What should we do next, then Hao Zhuang also left a low-grade fairy elm wood heart, should we quietly return it to Hao Sanwang?"
"Elm Wood Heart?" Yang Tiangang wondered: "Didn't you only get two fairies, one middle-grade bezoar, and one low-grade grain stone?"
Yang Junshan smiled proudly and said: "Dad, the child is about to tell you that the child plans to give the middle-grade Niuhuang Xianling to Brother Baozhang!"
After that, without waiting to look at Su Baozhang next to him, he looked like he had misheard and maybe something was wrong with his ears, stretched out his hand and patted the head of the little tiger cub lying at his feet, and said, "Okay, spit it out, don't tell me that you really swallowed all three fairies!"
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This chapter is promised for the Golden Alliance Leader Weifa Brother, a little late, everyone is probably asleep at this time!