Yang Tiangang sneered: "Tuqiu Village is mine originally. If Xiaoshan wins, I won't get any benefits. If Xiaoshan loses, I will have to give up Tuqiu Village. Do you think this bet is fair?"
Before Wang Yuan could respond, Yang Xi on the side was no longer angry but said happily: "So, third brother, are you willing to gamble?"
Wang Yuan also smiled and said: "Okay, as long as Third Brother you are willing to bet, you can decide the bet!"
Yang Tianggang sneered, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, and said: "Well, Xiaoshan is about to reach the warrior realm now, and I am also having a headache raising the spiritual materials to refine magic weapons for him. Since my brother-in-law is willing to help, , I heard that my brother-in-law got a piece of Tianhuang stone after he became the bluestone guard. Haha, if Xiaoshan wins this battle by luck, I wonder if my brother-in-law will give up his love? "
Wang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed dumbly and said: "Third brother really values Xiaoshan, it's just a piece of Tianhuang Lingshi, so why not give it to Xiaoshan? If so, let's take a gamble!"
According to the bet, Yang Junshan from the hospital had already taken the lead in launching an attack on Wang Yuan.
As soon as Yang Junshan launched his offensive, his whole aura was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food. The faces of several martial arts masters who were watching the battle showed a look of surprise. This kind of aura can only be seen by those who have killed people and seen blood. In life and death, Only those who have wandered around the edge can have it. Yang Junshan is only a fifteen-year-old boy now. Where did he get such a strong evil spirit
Yang Junshan punched out, without the slightest spell condensation, just a khaki spiritual energy punch bursting out towards Wang Jin's shoulder.
Wang Jin obviously did not expect that Yang Junshan would use this most primitive use of spiritual energy to attack him, but the power of such an attack was obviously not in his eyes, but it omitted the condensation of spiritual energy and spells, making the speed extremely fast. Fast, it can almost be said that the Dharma comes from the mind.
Condensing magic to resist such an attack is obviously making a fuss out of a molehill. If he retreats and dodges and appears timid, he cannot be a disciple of Shaking Heaven Sect and can't even resist a punch. This will make people laugh, right
With thoughts flashing in his mind, Wang Jin pushed forward with both palms, and the same two rays of spiritual energy condensed outward into a cocoon of light. He finally chose the most primitive fighting method of using spiritual energy.
boom!
It was like a big firecracker exploded in the east courtyard. A strong gust of wind suddenly spread around the center of the two people's fight. Several children who had not yet started practicing were blown to the ground suddenly.
Wang Jin sensed something was wrong the moment the two fists collided. The strength and spiritual power Yang Junshan displayed in his fists far exceeded his expectations. The previous melee did not seem to be the same. It did not cause too serious consumption to Yang Junshan.
Wang Jin's spiritual power was flowing in his body, and he tried his best to stabilize his body, but the power of Yang Junshan's fist was completely superior to his. In desperation, Wang Jin had to retreat backwards. At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body was re-condensed. To cast your natal spell.
However, the moment he retreated, he noticed that there was a strange force covering his body. The moment he retreated, this force even pulled in the opposite direction, as if he didn't want him to retreat. Same.
Wang Jin secretly said bad, and the speed of forming seals in his hands increased, but a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Yang Junshan chased after him again like a tarsal maggot, punched out again, and the three-foot fist was instantly close to his body.
Wang Jin had no choice but to disperse the condensing spells, and a little spirit under his feet
The light flickered, and this time he no longer cared about Shaking Tianzong's reputation. If he didn't retreat, he wouldn't even have a chance to condense his spells.
However, just as he jumped back, the force that seemed to be pulling him appeared again. Normally, he could move back two feet with a flick of his toes, but under the pull of this pulling force, he could only move back two feet. Not to mention driving ten feet away, a strong wind hit his face. Yang Junshan was once again chasing after him like a shadow, and another fist hit him!
This time Wang Jin finally understood that he had fallen into someone else's plan from the beginning. The strange pulling force not only restrained him, but also pulled Yang Junshan to catch up with his dodge direction and speed at all times. .
Being entangled by Yang Junshan's stalking tactics, he was helpless for a while. Wang Jin was also furious at this time. Seeing Yang Junshan's punch, this time he no longer dodged or resisted, but did the same A punch burst out and collided with Yang Junshan's fist.
Fighting!
Whoops, there was another strong wind in the east courtyard, and the ground that had been destroyed before suddenly became a dust mist. At the moment when the dust mist rose, a crisp "click" sound was faintly heard, followed closely. Another groan.
Wang Yuan's expression changed, and he jumped up to walk towards the east courtyard, but was stopped by Yang Tiangang on the side. Wang Yuan walked away angrily, but heard Yang Tiangang say quietly: "Don't panic, the hill is measured!"
The anger on Wang Yuan's face gradually disappeared, but it was still gloomy and terrifying, because others may not be able to see the result of this competition because of the dust and fog, but it cannot be hidden from the spiritual consciousness of the martial artist.
Although this result surprised many people, what really surprised everyone was the method used by these two outstanding monks at the fifth level of the mortal realm to win.
The dust gradually dispersed, and the figures of Yang Junshan and Wang Jin were gradually revealed. At this time, the two of them were standing two feet apart from each other. Yang Junshan looked calm, but Wang Jin opposite him had a left hand. Holding his right fist, a slightly distorted look flashed across his face from time to time, as if he was enduring pain.
"Cousin, I accept it!"
Yang Junshan's tone was calm, and he didn't look complacent at all because of his victory.
Wang Jin nodded and said: "Fourth cousin has superb cultivation, and I am willing to be inferior to you!"
Defeated, Wang Jin actually lost!
Wang Jin was defeated like this. The two monks who cast immortal magic fought for three rounds, but they didn't even have to cast a single spell. In such a funny way, the winner was decided!