Yang Tiangang sneered: "The hill village was originally mine, I can't get any benefits if Xiaoshan wins, but if I lose, I have to give up my position in the hill village, do you think this bet is fair?"
Without waiting for Wang Yuan's interface, Yang Xi on the side was no longer angry but happy: "So, the third child, are you willing to gamble?"
Wang Yuan also smiled and said: "Okay, as long as you are willing to bet, third brother, I will bet on you!"
Yang Tiangang sneered, his eyes flashed with ridicule, and said: "Well, Xiaoshan's cultivation is about to reach the martial arts realm now, and I am also having a headache raising spiritual materials to refine magic weapons for him, since my brother-in-law is willing to help, I heard that my brother-in-law once got a Tian Huangshi after becoming this bluestone guard, hehe, if Xiaoshan wins this battle by chance, I don't know if my brother-in-law is willing to give up his love?"
Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly, and said: "Third brother really values Xiaoshan, it's just a piece of Tianhuang Spirit Stone, so what's the harm in giving it to Xiaoshan, if that's the case, then gamble!"
Under the bet agreement, Yang Junshan in the courtyard had already taken the lead in attacking Wang Yuan.
As soon as Yang Junshan's offensive came out, the whole person's momentum was like a hungry tiger pounced, which made the faces of the digital martial arts realm masters watching the battle show a look of surprise, this kind of aura is only possible for those who have killed people and seen blood, and have wandered on the edge of life and death, Yang Junshan is now just a fifteen-year-old boy, where did such a strong evil aura come from?
Yang Junshan punched out, without the slightest spell condensation, just an earthy yellow aura fist burst out towards Wang Jin's shoulder.
Wang Jin obviously didn't expect Yang Junshan to attack him with this most primitive use of spiritual energy, but the power of such an attack was obviously not in his eyes, but it eliminated the condensation of spiritual power condensation and spell condensation, making the speed extremely fast, almost saying that the law was born at will.
If you retreat and dodge and look timid, your own dignified disciples of the Heaven Shaking Sect can't even resist a single punch, which makes people see a joke, right?
Thoughts flashed in his heart, Wang Jin pushed his palms forward, and the same two rays of spiritual energy condensed outward into a layer of light cocoon, and he finally chose the most primitive fighting method for spiritual energy.
Rumble!
It was like a big cannon exploded in the East Courtyard, and a gust of wind suddenly lined up around the center of the two fighting, and several children who had not yet started their cultivation were blown to the ground suddenly.
Wang Jin sensed that something was wrong at the moment when the light of the two fists collided, the strength and spiritual power that Yang Junshan showed in his fists were far beyond his expectations, and the previous melee did not seem to cause too serious consumption to Yang Junshan.
Wang Jin's spiritual power flowed in his body, trying his best to stabilize his body, but Yang Junshan's fist power was completely above him, so Wang Jin had no choice but to retreat, and at the same time, his hands were sealed, and the spiritual power in his body recondensed to cast his natal spell.
However, the moment he retreated, he noticed a strange force covering his body, and the moment he retreated, this force even pulled in the opposite direction, as if he didn't want him to retreat.
Wang Jin secretly said that it was not good, and the speed of the seal in his hand accelerated, but with a flash of black shadow in front of his eyes, Yang Junshan chased after him again like a maggot on his tarsal bone, and punched out again, and the three-foot fist was instantly on the verge of his body.
Wang Jin had no choice but to disperse the spell that was condensing and flashed a little spiritual light under his feet, this time he no longer cared about the reputation of the Shaking Heaven Sect, if he didn't retreat, he wouldn't even have a chance to condense the spell.
However, just as he was leaping back, the force that seemed to be pulling just now appeared again, and he could retreat two feet away with a little light on his toes on weekdays, but under the pull of this traction force, he only retreated a foot away, far away, the strong wind hit his face, Yang Junshan had once again chased after him like a shadow, and another fist smashed in!
This time Wang Jin finally understood that he had fallen into other people's calculations from the beginning, and that strange traction not only restrained himself, but also pulled Yang Junshan to catch up with the direction and speed he dodged at all times.
Entangled by Yang Junshan's tactics of stalking, he was helpless for a while, Wang Jin was also angry in his heart at this time, seeing Yang Junshan punch, this time he was not dodging or resisting, but also burst out with a punch and collided with Yang Junshan's fist.
Pair your fists!
Hulala, the wind was blowing again in the east courtyard, and the ground that had been destroyed before suddenly became a piece of dust, and at the moment when the dust and mist rose, a crisp "click" sound was faintly heard, followed by another muffled snort.
Wang Yuan's face changed, and he was about to walk towards the east courtyard, but was stopped by Yang Tiangang on the side, Wang Yuan glared angrily and left, but he heard Yang Tiangang say lightly: "Don't panic, the mountain is measured again!"
The anger on Wang Yuan's face gradually faded, but it was still gloomy and terrifying, because the results of this competition may not be visible to others because of the concealment of dust and mist, but they could not hide the spiritual consciousness of the Martial Realm cultivators at all.
Although this result surprised many people, what really surprised everyone was the method adopted by the two best of the fifth level cultivators of the mortal realm.
The dust gradually dissipated, and the figures of Yang Junshan and Wang Jin were gradually revealed, but the two of them had already opened a distance of two feet at this time, standing separately, Yang Junshan looked calm, while Wang Jin on the opposite side was holding his right fist in his left hand, and his face flashed with a slight distortion 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 because of the victory.
Wang Jin nodded and said: "The fourth cousin has superb cultivation, and the younger brother is willing to bow down!"
Defeated, Wang Jin actually lost!
Wang Jin was actually defeated like this, the two monks who cast immortal techniques fought for three rounds in succession, and they didn't even have to cast a spell, so in such a funny way, the winner came out!
Yang Tianshou and the others all thought it was a little incredible, but they didn't know that it was not Wang Jin who didn't want to cast spells, but that Yang Junshan didn't give him a chance to cast spells at all from beginning to end, forcing him to decide the winner in this most superficial and primitive way for spiritual energy.
Immortal magic, immortal magic, although the fifth level of the mortal realm can cast spells, after all, it cannot be like a martial realm monk, so even if a monk can cast spells out of thin air, he is still just a mortal who can cast spells, and only the advanced martial realm will change all this!
Wang Jin was defeated by Yang Junshan, but surprisingly there was no frustration at all, on the contrary, his determination to rebel against the advanced martial arts realm became more urgent and firm.
Yang Junshan didn't know what Wang Jin was thinking, but when he saw Wang Jin frankly admitting defeat, he didn't have the slightest shame and resentment of the loser, but looked up at this person.
Outside the gate of the East Courtyard, Wang Yuan's hand wiped his waist, a fist-sized piece that looked like a shrinking mountain, Tian Huangshi appeared in his hand, threw it towards Yang Tiangang, and then glanced at Yang Junshan in the East Courtyard, turned around and left.
Yang Yan looked at Yang Xi and his son who left with Wang Yuan, and said: "Third brother, do you think your brother-in-law can talk and talk?"
Yang Tiangang looked at the stone in his hand happily, and said casually: "He can only speak and count on this Tian Huang stone now!"
The competition in the East Courtyard came to an end, Yang Junshan took his younger siblings and followed Yang Tiangang to a small courtyard in the west wing of the old house, which used to be where Yang Tiangang's family lived in Qingshi Town.
Although Yang Junshan's family left, the courtyard still stayed, originally Yang Tianshou wanted to move in, but because of Yang Yan's opposition, it was not achieved, and the courtyard seemed a little decaying because it was uninhabited.
Yang Junshan asked about the clan meeting, and when he heard Yang Tiangang's statement, Yang Junping jumped out first and said: "They want the second uncle to take away our family's inheritance. Hmph, what is in charge of the Yang family's money and food, if my father really comes back, he will be an accountant at most!"
This time, not only Yang Junshan, but also Yang Tiangang's eyes when he looked at his second child were also a little surprised.
"Xiao Er's two sentences hit the point!" Yang Tiangang happily spat out a cigarette ring and nodded approvingly.
In his previous life, his second brother gradually became young and mature as he grew older, and he was often more reliable than his eldest brother.
Yang Junshan also said: "The mound village embodies my father's hard work in the past five years, how can people take it easily, I think my father disagrees, but the fourth uncle must still have threatening methods, right?"
Yang Tiangang nodded with a slightly gloomy expression, and told him about Wang Yuan's threat in the ancestral hall through the removal of his position as village chief through Mengyu County Magistrate Xiong Changfeng Zhenren, as well as the previous bet in the East Courtyard.
Yang Junshan was immediately happy when he heard that he had another piece of Tian Huangshi, but he still pondered: "Now the general context has also come out, Wang Qianzhen is seeking the county magistrate of Chenyu, and the affairs of Tuqiu Village are not something that grandchildren like the fourth uncle can make the decisions at all, the fourth uncle played tricks."
Yang Tiangang said worriedly: "I know about this, but if Xiong Changfeng really wants to remove me from my position as a village magistrate as a county magistrate, then everything will be in vain, and my father can't do it against the Shaotian Sect."
Yang Tian just finished speaking, but saw Yang Junshan there breaking his fingers and not knowing what he was calculating, so he couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you kid counting, how many Pegasus are there in your father's life in the village?"
Yang Junshan raised his head and smiled, and said: "No, it's just a few days left to count the days of Xiong Changfeng's real magistrate, but the child found that he may really not have a few days to do as a county magistrate."