Yang Junshan had just returned to the door of the stronghold when he heard a lot of noise inside, among which Jiu Li's voice was the loudest, shouting loudly: "Who else is coming? Look at you guys, you are so helpless." The strength is not even comparable to that of a little girl like me. You, you, I’m talking about you, how old are you? You are no match for my aunt in a wheel battle. Isn’t it embarrassing for you?”
"I'm coming!" a voice shouted, "I don't believe it yet!"
Yang Junshan heard that the voice did not sound like he was from the third team. He quickly opened the door and walked into the courtyard of the stronghold. However, he saw that most of the monks from the third, fifth, and seventh teams were now gathered in the center of the courtyard. In a circle, even the second- and third-level practitioners from the three teams including Wang Zong, Luo Bingkun, and Ning Ran stood in the crowd and watched the fun. Jiu Li's voice came from this circle.
Yang Junshan looked at the people surrounding the circle, and soon saw the burly Wu Shuo standing in the crowd. Wu Shuo also saw Yang Junshan, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.
At this time, the crowd suddenly let out a sigh of "Hey", followed by a girl's cheer. This time Yang Junshan could tell that it was Fang Zhonghui's voice.
Jiuli's sneer voice came from the crowd and said: "How can you guys do it? Change people, change people. Don't come up with the first level of cultivation. Let's get a second level of men!"
"Miss Jiuli's physical cultivation is admirable. I'm Gong Chunlai, whose cultivation level is one level higher than the girl's. I have the nerve to test the girl's strength."
As he spoke, a monk with a somewhat elegant face wearing a long robe dwarfed himself among the crowd, as if he had squatted down. Yang Junshan recognized this person as a second-level martial artist in the seventh team.
"Stop talking nonsense and reach out!" Jiuli's voice still sounded domineering.
At this time, Yang Junshan was standing next to the crowd and looking inside, but he saw a stone table. Jiu Li and Gong Chunlai were sitting on both sides. Each of them put one hand on the stone table. The elbows are supported on the table, and the palms are clasped together, but they are wrestling with each other to compare strength.
Yang Junshan raised his eyebrows and compared his physical strength with the Wu clan people. No wonder the group of big men next to him couldn't even compare to a little girl.
As soon as the thought in his mind turned around, a wave of dejected sighs came from the crowd again. Gong Chunlai's face was red from suppressing it, but his arms were already pinned to the stone table by Jiu Li. superior.
Although the physical body of a monk can be improved through methods such as physical training, every time a monk advances in cultivation, the physical body will be significantly improved due to the washing of spiritual power in the body, and this improvement The effect is very obvious, unlike the body-building technique, which not only requires continuous practice for many years, but also often due to the limitations of the level of the body-building technique itself, the effect is not particularly significant.
What's more, monks often spend as much time and energy as possible on improving their cultivation. Since every improvement in cultivation will bring improvement to the physical body, more and more monks will naturally devote themselves to the physical body. There is less energy.
But Wu Shuo is different from ordinary monks. Firstly, their natural bodies are extremely powerful. Secondly, the power of the Witch Clan's curse relies more on the physical body, so the bodies of Wu Clan monks are often extremely powerful. Don't look at Jiuli. Just one
She is a woman from the Wu clan, but in Yang Junshan's opinion, among the monks at the second level of the martial arts realm in the small courtyard, except for Wu Shuo and him, no one can physically compete with Jiu Li.
"Who else, who else?" Jiu Li sat there and obviously became the master of the competition, shouting and arrogant.
However, after Gong Chunlai, a monk with the second highest level of cultivation, was defeated by the little girl Jiu Li in arm wrestling, it was obvious that many male monks watching the battle were discouraged. No one dared to compete with her anymore. It is possible to be a third-level evil spirit monk, but after all, his cultivation level is already two levels higher than others, not to mention she is still a girl. Even if she wins, there is nothing worth showing off, but if she loses, it will be great fun. .
"I'm coming!" Jiuli felt a figure flash in front of him, and a person was already sitting opposite her.
Seeing Jiuli staring at him blankly, Yang Junshan smiled "hehe" and said, "What, you don't dare anymore?"
Jiuli suddenly slapped the stone table in front of him, with a hint of excitement on his face, and said: "Ha, I have wanted to compete with you for a long time. Your cultivation is stronger than mine. I don't believe you are stronger than me!"
"Then come on!" Yang Junshan stretched out his hand, and Jiuli took it without hesitation.
"Xiao Yang is about to take action. He should win this time, right?"
"I think Xuan, this little girl is not easy. She just defeated Gong Chunlai without much effort. Xiao Yang's cultivation level is similar to Gong Chunlai's, so it's not easy to win."
"Ashamed, we, a big group of old men, were suppressed by a little girl today."
"Hey, that's not right. They are from the same village, right?"
"Yes, they are from the same village. This little girl and another person came here today to find Xiao Yang."
"It's started, it's started, stop talking,..."
While everyone was talking in low voices, Jiu Li and Yang Junshan had already begun to pull their wrists in their direction together.
Unlike other people who mobilized their whole body's energy to make their blood surge up and their whole face turn red, after Jiu Li mobilized his physical strength, his face became crystal clear, as if he had turned into a piece of flawless jade.
However, at this time, the onlookers discovered that Yang Junshan, who was sitting on the other side, was calm and calm, and his expression did not change at all. Only the palms of his hands that were exerting force were suddenly dyed a layer of golden yellow. This was not because he was mobilizing. The spiritual power in the body is the power of Qi and blood formed by practicing the Tiger Diagram for many years.
When Jiu Li moved Yang Junshan's wrist with force, he felt as if the palm holding his own was like a big mountain, weighing him down. No matter how he mobilized the power of his physical body, he could never shake Yang Junshan's hand. Not even a hair on the wrist.
"Be careful!"