Patting the little tiger cub's head, Yang Junshan whispered: "Little guy, the next step is up to you!"
The little tiger cub raised its head and purred twice towards Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Be honest, be careful to let something slip!"
After that, Yang Junshan put the tiger cub back into his backpack, leaving only the tiger's head outside. Then he resolutely stood up and walked towards the mist at the exit of the paddock with a three-stone carved bow in hand.
Along the way, Yang Junshan could clearly detect the bright or dark eyes around him, and could even feel the faint hostility and even hear the rapid breathing of eager people.
As Yang Junshan entered the fog, several young people who couldn't hold back followed them and came to the edge of the fog. At this time, those who chose to apply to leave the mountain in advance, seven out of ten got it in Baque Mountain. Faerie people.
"Yang Junshan of Tuqiu Village in Huangtu Town has applied to leave the mountain. Please ask Senior Shan Tianzong of Shantian Sect to let him go!"
The moment Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, more than one substantial wave came to Yang Junshan. Although he thought that the spiritual mind of a martial artist monk could not see through his true nature, Yang Junshan still beat his heart for no reason.
"You are very nervous!"
Just like the condescending yet extremely joking voice in his previous life, Xiong Manshan said with a sneer, "Hey, hehe." "It's a good harvest, a piece of middle-grade fairy spirit. Let's see, oh, it's still a bezoar fairy spirit. After summoning the spirit, it can cure hundreds of poisons." Woolen cloth,… "
Yang Junshan had already heard the low exclamations of the teenagers who were ambushing near the exit. Several teenagers immediately shouted excitedly: "It's him, he is the archer who shot the mountain bull, we can't let him go!"
Xiong Manshan, who immediately attracted hatred for Yang Junshan, continued to say casually: "What else? There is actually a low-grade fairy grain stone. Did you dig a nest of mountain rats? It seems that you don't know. Young Master,..."
Even if it is a singing spirit, at most it only explains what kind of quality of fairy spirit the young monk carries. But when it was Yang Junshan's turn, not only the quality and name of the fairy spirit were directly reported, but also the effectiveness and origin of the fairy spirit. They all made it clear that this was simply a deliberate attempt to lure other teenagers to snatch it.
There were footsteps slowly approaching the fog. Yang Junshan could even imagine the greedy eyes of those young people who were about to take action, so he quietly moved a foot away to the left to avoid being knocked down by everyone during the fight. .
"A person walking alone can actually get two fairy spirits. Aren't you afraid of being snatched away by others? Hey, why do you have to walk to the left? That's not the exit. If you want to get out, I have to wait until I open the formation..."
This was no longer a hint, but a naked urging others to take action, and pointed out Yang Junshan's detailed location for them.
"Wait a minute and see what else there is. Haha, I almost overlooked it. You little guy is really the luckiest guy in the Baqueshan Paddock this time. There are actually two bear paws here, and seven more. Only low-grade spiritual grass, insect mushrooms, and old bear, I am beginning to envy your luck. Well, there is also a cub of a mountain tiger. Are you planning to raise a ferocious beast? Aren't you afraid of backlash? Are you trying to catch it back? Let’s bake it and eat it, haha…”
If talking about spirits only shows whether there are fairy spirits in the young monks, Lian Yang Junshan’s other gains in Baique Mountain at this time
They all reported it, this is a blatant frame-up.
The astute young monk had already figured out something from Xiong Manshan's words. As soon as Xiong Manshan finished speaking, the already impatient young monks rushed into the fog and rushed towards Yang Junshan following the sound.
Yang Junshan was not surprised at all by this result. In his previous life, he was played by Xiong Manshan. Although he finally saved a piece of low-grade fairy spirit that he finally got, he was severely beaten by the young people who tried to snatch it away. After a pause, he looked completely miserable when he came out of the mountain defense formation.
In this life, Xiong Manshan also wanted to embarrass him. However, what was different from the previous life was that Yang Junshan gained more, which also meant that Yang Junshan was stronger, making Xiong Manshan more willing to spend more words to attract more people. People come to rob.
Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, then turned around and punched a young man in the face who was rushing towards him. The young man only had time to let out a scream, then covered his face and fell to the ground.
Then Yang Junshan suddenly opened his bow string and fired it in the direction outside the fog. There was a shocking "bang" sound, and several young people who had rushed over but had not yet entered the fog fell to the ground in unison. But then they thought of something, and one by one He stood up with a red face and rushed towards the mist in anger.
Things are invisible in the fog, which makes it more difficult for Yang Junshan to display his tyrannical strength in group battles. In addition, Yang Junshan does not dare to reveal that he has advanced to the second level of cultivation, so he can only hide in the fog. He kept wandering around, relying on his voice to distinguish his position to deal with many young monks.
The sound of footsteps came quickly. Yang Junshan squatted on the ground and touched the ground with his palms. He judged the distance between the person and himself by feeling the vibration of the ground. Then he suddenly swung the long bow in his hand and stumbled on a young man who was walking quickly. On the ankle, the young man screamed and immediately fell forward. Yang Junshan followed up and kicked the man in the head suddenly. The young man fainted without even making a sound.
However, the boy's exclamation when he fell still pointed out the direction of Yang Junshan to others. Immediately, seven or eight teenagers gathered in the direction of the exclamation. Yang Junshan immediately understood his general situation. So he reached out and unhooked the bowstring at the other end of the long bow in his hand. The loosened bow arm and the thin and tough bowstring looked more like a long whip.
Yang Junshan whipped the bow whip in the expected direction, and the bow string made a sharp whistle in the air. Then, amid a crisp sound of fried meat and screams of crying fathers and mothers, four or five people were already tumbling. On the ground.
Yang Junshan held the bow arm and threw it in the other direction again. After a burst of ghostly cries and howls, two or three more teenagers rolled to the ground.
No matter how the young man on the ground cried, Yang Junshan's expression did not change at all. He retracted the bow and whip and threw it out again. I don't know if the young man in the other direction was frightened by the screaming and rolling young man on the ground and did not move forward, or he just went straight to it. He turned around and ran away, but this time Yang Junshan took a moment.
After standing quietly for a moment, Yang Junshan no longer heard any footsteps coming towards his direction. Yang Junshan stroked the bowstring with his hand and hung it on the bow arm again. Only then did he feel a wet patch in the palm of his hand and put it in front of his nose. The smell was filled with the smell of blood. Yang Junshan could completely imagine the blood marks on the bodies of the previous teenagers that were drawn out by bowstrings.
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