The square in front of the Baqueshan paddock was already crowded with parents waiting for their children. Yang Junshan stepped out from behind the light curtain at the exit of the mountain guarding array. The hundreds of parents in the square suddenly trembled slightly. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring directly at him, including the eyes of martial arts monks like Yang Tiangang, which made Yang Junshan feel like a light on his back.
The news that Yang Junshan had obtained the middle-grade Niuhuang Immortal Spirit had already been known to everyone inside and outside the formation when Xiong Manshan sang the spirit. As a genius cultivator Zhang Yueming who was second only to the Shaking Sky Sect, he had obtained the high-grade Immortal Spirit Ziyun. As a treasure of skin, many parents naturally want to see who they are.
The closest to the exit were the three mountain-guarding monks from the Shaking Sky Sect, but the first thing Yang Junshan noticed was not these three martial arts masters, but the two young monks standing behind the three.
One of these two young monks is Xu Jing. It seems that the magical effect of the combination of the fairy spirit aperture in her cochlea and the middle-grade fairy hyacinth has attracted the attention of the monks guarding the mountain of Shaotian Sect. It is possible for a young monk to be gifted with special skills. Once he successfully activates the special skills, he can immediately become an inner and outer disciple of Shaking Sky Sect.
At this time, Xu Jing did not know that Yang Junshan had already known that she had framed and abandoned her friend Hao Zhuang from the same village. From her originally arrogant but now even more proud face, Yang Junshan could not tell at all that because of Hao Zhuang A look of guilt for his death.
Another young man who looked much calmer compared to Xu Jing's pride was Zhang Yueming, who had almost been designated as an inner disciple of Shaking Sky Sect. The moment he saw Yang Junshan, his calm expression suddenly flashed. Passed a wave.
Yang Junshan smiled and gestured towards the two of them. Perhaps because Yang Junshan knocked down more than ten monks of the same age in the fog before, the originally arrogant Xu Jing actually showed her face to Yang Junshan; while Zhang Yueming also looked at him. Yang Junshan smiled slightly, the two had a fight in Baique Mountain, and this time they signaled to each other, but only the two of them knew the meaning.
Xiong Manshan, who was standing on the far left, looked very ugly. The moment Yang Junshan came out, he simply snorted and stared at Yang Junshan with a pair of dangerous eyes.
If it had been any other young monk, he might have been frightened by Xiong Manshan's fierce and serious gaze, but Yang Junshan turned a blind eye to it. He stepped forward and only gave a slight salute to the old monk Chen Ji in the middle, thanking him. Twice stopped Xiong Manshan from making excessive difficulties.
Xiong Manshan was angry at Yang Junshan's attitude, but it was no different in public than before in the mist of the formation. At that time, Xiong Manshan could have blocked Yang Junshan's voice after singing the spirit, and then made things difficult for Yang Junshan in every possible way, as long as it was not too excessive. The other two monks guarding the mountain would probably not interfere, but not now.
Originally, Xiong Manshan was in all kinds of difficulties just because he was fighting with Yang Junshan's uncle for a place as an inner disciple of the Shaking Sky Sect and was angry with him. Yang Junshan's original plan was to think about how to dispel his uncle's efforts to become an inner disciple of the Shaking Sky Sect. The thoughts of the disciples, after all, no one would have thought that the Shaotian Sect, which had dominated Yu County for countless years, would collapse so suddenly and easily. Yang Junshan's uncle spent all his efforts to board a broken ship that was about to sink.
However, the moment he stepped out of the Baque Mountain paddock, Yang Junshan suddenly changed his mind. Since Xiong Manshan was so difficult for him, he would help his uncle become an inner sect of the Shaking Sky Sect.
Disciple, we must make sure that Xiong Manshan cannot get his wish!
Zhang Fengyi, the monk guarding the mountain on the other side, looked at Yang Junshan with interest. After learning that Yang Junshan had the bezoar fairy in his body, he already knew that Yang Junshan was the one who laid the trap in the woods beside the stream. How could a twelve-year-old boy possess such skills as a seasoned hunter
Only Chen Ji, who was standing in the middle, looked at Yang Junshan with a searching look. When Yang Junshan bowed and thanked him, the high-level martial artist monk suddenly said: "Your body has been tempered very well. What kind of physical training is it?”
Yang Junshan's heart was filled with fear, but he said respectfully on his face: "Is this the Mangniu Fist used by this junior?"
"Rang Niu Fist?" A look of surprise flashed across Chen Ji's face, and then he nodded and said: "It's not easy to use a low-grade physical training technique to beat the body to this point at such a young age, but it's a pity that you are not I am a disciple of the Shaotian Sect, otherwise I might be able to teach you a middle-grade body-refining technique."
Chen Ji pondered for a moment, and seemed to be interested in Yang Junshan's body-refining talent, and said: "Well, it seems that you are quite talented in body-refining. Although I can't teach you middle-grade body-refining due to the sect, But if you have any questions in the future, you can come to Baique Mountain and ask me!"
Chen Ji's words made Zhang Fengyi on the side look at him in surprise, while Xiong Manshan on the other side moved his lips as if to stop him, but in the end he didn't say anything, but looked at Yang Junshan with an even more unkind look.
The other monks in the square all let out envious admirations after hearing Chen Jizhi's words. As a high-level warrior monk, Chen Ji is ranked among the top five in the entire Mengyu County. Many people want to compete with him. It's impossible to even meet him, let alone get his guidance.
You must know that Chen Ji is a very experienced inner disciple of the Shaking Sky Sect. There are even rumors that this person is only one step away from being able to gather Gang Qi and achieve the real state. Even if he is too old to become a true disciple of the Shaking Sky Sect, But at least one elder's position cannot be escaped, and he will be qualified to govern a county.
As long as he was not allowed to become a monk of Shaking Sky Sect, Yang Junshan would not miss such a good thing, so he hurriedly thanked this inner disciple of Shaking Sky Sect again.
Chen Ji nodded happily, then pointed at the little tiger cub that was poking its head in Yang Junshan's backpack, and said: "Don't raise this beast, otherwise it will really be raising a tiger and causing trouble!"
Yang Junshan quickly nodded in agreement. If the tiger cub was still a ferocious beast, he would naturally not dare to tame it. But now that the tiger cub has been trained by the demonic energy, his intelligence has gradually opened up, and he will definitely become a demon cultivator in the future, so there will naturally be no hidden dangers. What's more, Yang Junshan and the little tiger cub also took the oath of Jinlan.
He hurriedly left the three mountain-guarding cultivators of the Shaking Sky Sect. After the three people's attention returned to the fog of the mountain-protecting formation, Yang Junshan breathed a long sigh of relief and felt the pressure on his back. His clothes were already soaked. Even though he knew the secret technique of using demonic energy to cover up his cultivation, Yang Junshan still felt great pressure as he was scrutinized under the noses of three warrior realm monks.
After returning to the square, the villagers of Tuqiu Village quickly came forward and congratulated Yang Junshan for getting the Niuhuang Fairy Spirit. Yang Junshan returned the gifts one by one. Only then did he see Su Baozhang standing next to Yang Tiangang, looking at him from a distance. Yang Junshan was also full of joy.
It's rare that Yang Tiangang didn't smoke
Instead of dry smoking, he tapped the cigarette rod on his palm. It was obvious that Yang Tianggang was not in a very calm mood at this time.
Before Yang Tiangang could ask him about his experience in Baique Mountain, Yang Junshan said: "Dad, I'm tired, let's go back to the village first?"
Yang Tiangang glanced at his son, nodded, and said, "Let's go, Baozhang will go back with us!"