Although Yang Junshan is only twelve years old, his success in practicing Mang Niu Fist has greatly increased his strength. The one-stone mulberry bow in his hand has become soft, not to mention the two pots of iron feather arrows in his hand are stronger than ordinary bamboo feather arrows. It is much heavier. If it were not for a strong bow, it would be difficult to reach the range of thirty steps.
"Dad, let me lend you your carved bow!"
Yang Tian had just dug out a pot of shredded tobacco. He didn't seem surprised at all when he heard this. He smiled and said, "Can you pull away?"
Seeing his father's expression of having expected this, Yang Junshan instantly understood. Yang Tianggang might have already thought that Iron Feather Arrow must use a three-stone strong bow, otherwise his martial arts level would be six or seven stone strong. The bow can be drawn even if I'm afraid, so why hang a three-stone bow on the back of a beast of burden.
Yang Junshan didn't know that there was another reason besides that. When he was practicing boxing yesterday morning, Yang Tianggang guessed the progress of his boxing skills and his strength from the crisp sound of his bones in his body when he punched at the end. He must have been able to draw the three-stone bow.
Yang Junshan had an eager expression on his face and said, "My kid wants to try it!"
Just when Yang Junshan asked his father for a large carved bow, he had already attracted the attention of several teenagers around him. However, these teenagers obviously did not think that Yang Junshan could pull off the large carved bow. They looked at them with disdain and ridicule. On their faces, some even secretly hoped that Yang Junshan would hurt himself by pulling the bow and withdraw from the paddock, so that he would have one less competitor.
However, in the unabashed gloating eyes of many peers, they saw that Yang Junshan had taken off the large carved bow from the back of the beast of burden. Su Baozhang on the side saw this and quickly stepped forward and whispered: "Brother Junshan, at this time It’s better to conserve your energy and don’t waste it on useless things, lest others find out your true identity!”
This Su Baozhang was indeed the same kind person as in his previous life, but Yang Junshan also had his own considerations. He turned around and said in a low voice: "Brother Baozhang, don't worry, I'm sure!"
Su Baozhang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Yang Junshan's move did not even dissuade Yang Tiangang. It naturally had a profound meaning, so he nodded and stepped aside to watch him draw the bow.
Yang Junshan lowered his waist and gathered his energy, holding the bow arm with one hand and pulling the bowstring with the other. He stretched out a three-stone bow by seven points with a loud "Hey" from both arms.
What a lot of strength!
For a moment, all the young men watching Yang Junshan draw his bow took a breath of cold air, and this idea suddenly came to his mind. Even if Su Baozhang had practiced for three more years than Yang Junshan, seeing Yang Junshan's strength at this time, he couldn't help but sigh. It seems a little incredible.
This was not over yet, Yang Junshan slowly exhaled, and the open carved bow slowly released, and then Yang Junshan took another sharp breath, and used both arms to pull the carved bow together again. It was seven points open like before.
He opened his bow three times in succession, each time by seven points. Even though Yang Junshan's strength had increased greatly recently, he was still panting with sweat on his forehead. Among the three boys from the same village, Su Baozhang's expressions shone with surprise and envy, but more of them were still Respected; 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 she snorted coldly and turned her face away. high
Lifting it up, he looked as if he was something arrogant.
Yang Junshan caught everyone's expressions in his eyes, smiled "hehe" on his face, rubbed his fingers that were hurt by the bowstring, but turned to Yang Tiangang and said: "Dad, how are you?"
Yang Tian just said "horse-so-huhu" and threw an object towards Yang Junshan.
Yang Junshan's eyes suddenly lit up when he grabbed the object in his hand, but it turned out to be a jade ring that shone with spiritual light. This jade ring was entirely carved from jade. It was made of enough materials. The amount of jade used to carve this ring alone was quite large. For the amount of three jade coins, not to mention a few simple runes engraved on this jade ring finger, Yang Junshan knew that these runes formed a simple energy storage array, which could be used when Yang Junshan drew his bow. He can save some energy at the same time, so that his arms will not become sore and weak after just stretching the bow three times.
Yang Junshan recognized that this jade ring was an object that his father often carried on his finger. It was one of the few relics left by his grandfather to his father.
This time, Xu Jing saw the large piece of jade ring in Yang Junshan's hand flashing with envy, but she quickly turned her face away, deliberately not looking 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 large carved bow, Yang Junshan did not have the strength to fire a three-stone bow at that time, so naturally he did not think about it. The meaning of a bow.
However, Yang Junshan still did not expect that his father would hand over such a quasi-magical weapon to him. Although this jade ring finger was not comparable to a real magical weapon, a few simple runes could not only help increase his strength, but also Use it as much as possible to replenish the meager spiritual power in your body.
Yang Junshan has everything ready. At this time, he is just waiting for the monks from the Shaking Sky Sect who are on duty at the Baque Mountain paddock to open the paddock formation.
But at this moment, there was a noise from a mountain pass not far from where Yang Junshan and others were resting. When everyone looked up, they saw a group of people surrounding two people riding two stupid bull beasts. Walking towards the square in front of the entrance to Baiqueshan Paddock.
"It's Zhang Chenghong and Zhang Yueming, the father and son of Wasteland Town!" The speaker was Muramasa Mengshan of Tumeng Village, a neighboring village to Tuqiu Village. Like Yang Tiangang, he was also a martial arts master.
"Although Zhang Chenghong was unbearable, he gave birth to a good son. He actually has a second-class qualification. Four fairy spirit orifices were detected in his body. It is said that they have attracted the attention of the Shaking Sky Sect. Once the child succeeds in summoning the spirit, he will He will join the Shaking Heaven Sect and become an inner disciple." Another martial artist realm monk sighed.
Upon hearing the news, all the inner disciples of Daohantian Sect exclaimed, and almost all the young people had a look of envy on their faces. Even the arrogant girl Xu Jing was no exception, and the limelight that Yang Junshan had just gained was similar to that of Xu Jing. It's nothing compared to that.