Chapter 36

After patting the tiger cub's head, Yang Junshan whispered, "little fellow, it's up to you next!"

The little tiger cub raised his head and shouted at Yang Junshan for "snoring". Yang Junshan said with a smile: "be honest, be careful to miss your horse!"

After that, Yang Junshan put the tiger cub back in his backpack, leaving only one tiger head outside. Then, holding a three stone carved bow, he resolutely got up and walked towards the fog at the exit of the paddock.

Along the way, Yang Junshan can clearly perceive the bright or dark eyes around him, even feel the faint hostility, and even hear the eager breath.

As Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, several uncontrollable teenagers followed him to the edge of the fog. At this time, seven or eight out of ten people who chose to apply for going out of the mountain in advance were people who got fairy spirits in Baique mountain.

"Yang Junshan, tuqiu village, wasteland town, applied to go out of the mountain. Please let the elder Chuang Tianzong guard pass!"

At the moment when Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, more than one fluctuation like substance fell on Yang Junshan. Although he thought that the monk's mind in the martial arts world could not see through his details, Yang Junshan still beat the drum in his heart for no reason.

"You're nervous!"

Just like the high but extremely joking voice in previous lives, Xiong Manshan sneered, "good harvest, a medium-grade Fairy Spirit. Let me see, Ho, it's still a bezoar Fairy Spirit. You can detoxify a hundred poisons after calling the spirit..."

Yang Junshan had heard the low screams of the teenagers lying in ambush near the exit. Several teenagers immediately shouted excitedly, "it's him. He's the archer who shot and killed the mountain ox. we can't let him go!"

At once, Yang Junshan pulled the hated Xiong Manshan and said carelessly, "what else, there is a piece of inferior fairy grain stone. Did you dig a nest of Diamond Mountain rats? It seems that you know a lot..."

Even the singing spirit is nothing more than a fairy spirit that shows what kind of quality the young friar carries. When it comes to Yang Junshan, not only the quality and name of the fairy spirit are reported directly, but also the utility and origin of the fairy spirit are clear. This is simply an attempt to lure other teenagers to rob.

There are footsteps approaching the fog slowly. Yang Junshan can even imagine the greedy eyes of those teenagers who are ready to fight, so he quietly moved a distance of one foot to the left to avoid being knocked down by people when fighting.

"If you walk alone, you can get two fairies. Aren't you afraid of being robbed by others? Eh, why do you have to walk to the left? It's not an exit. If you want to go out, I have to open the array,..."

This is no longer a hint, but a naked urge to others, and pointed out the detailed location of Yang Junshan for them.

"Wait a minute and see what else. Ha ha, I almost missed it. You are really the luckiest guy in Baique mountain paddock this time. There are two paws of the ground stepping bear and seven inferior grass worm mushrooms here. Even the old bear, I begin to envy your luck. Well, there is a cub of a mountain sitting tiger. Are you going to raise fierce animals, don't you I'm afraid of being eaten back. I won't catch it and bake it? Ha ha... "

If the rap spirit only shows whether there are fairies on the young friar, even Yang Junshan's other gains in Baique mountain have been reported at this time, which is a blatant frame up.

The young friars who had been alert for a long time thought about what they had learned from Xiong Manshan's words. As soon as Xiong Manshan's voice fell, the already impatient teenagers rushed into the fog and followed the voice and rushed towards Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan was not surprised by this result. In his previous life, he was played by the bear all over the mountain and applauded. Although he finally saved a piece of inferior fairy in his hand, he was beaten by the teenagers who robbed him. When he came out of the mountain array, he looked embarrassed.

In this life, Xiong Manshan also wanted to be difficult for him. However, what is different from the previous life is that Yang Junshan's harvest is greater. At the same time, it also means that Yang Junshan's strength is stronger, which makes Xiong Manshan more willing to spend more words to attract more people to rob.

Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, and then hit him with a reverse fist. He was right in the face of a young man who jumped at his previous position. The young man only had time to scream, and then he covered his face and fell to the ground.

Then Yang Junshan suddenly opened his bow string and put it in the direction outside the fog. With a "bang" shock, several teenagers who had not yet entered the fog fell on the ground, but even if they thought of something, they got up red faced and rushed towards the fog.

There are no visible objects in the fog, which makes it more difficult for Yang Junshan to give full play to his powerful strength in the group war. In addition, Yang Junshan does not dare to expose his advanced cultivation achievements in the second level. He can only keep walking in the fog and deal with monks for many years by listening to the voice and debating the position.

The sound of footsteps came quickly. Yang Junshan squatted on the ground, stroked the ground with his palm, and judged the distance between the visitor and himself by feeling the vibration of the ground. Then he suddenly waved his long bow and tripped on the wrist of a fast-moving teenager. The teenager screamed and immediately fell forward. Yang Junshan followed up and suddenly kicked his head according to the speculation, The boy fainted without a hum.

However, the boy's scream when he fell still pointed out the direction of Yang Junshan for others. Suddenly, seven or eight teenagers surrounded him in the direction of the scream. Yang Junshan immediately knew his general situation, so he stretched out his hand and untied the bow string at the other end of the long bow. The loosened bow arm and the thin and tough bow string were more like a whip.

Yang Junshan whipped the bow whip in the estimated direction, and the bow string roared sharply in the middle of the air. Then, four or five people rolled to the ground in a burst of crisp meat frying and crying father and mother.

Yang Junshan threw one side of the bow arm in the other direction again. After a burst of ghost crying and wolf howling, two or three teenagers rolled on the ground.

Let the teenagers on the ground cry, Yang Junshan's look remains the same. The retracted bow and whip is thrown out again. I don't know whether the teenagers in the other direction are frightened by the screaming and rolling teenagers on the ground. They didn't come forward, but they directly turned and ran away. This time, Yang Junshan took an empty breath.

After standing still for a moment, he didn't hear footsteps coming in his direction. Yang Junshan stroked the bow string with his hand and hung it on the bow arm again. Only then did he feel a wet piece in his palm and put it in front of his nose. It was full of bloody gas. Yang Junshan can think of the blood marks pulled out by the bow string on the young people before.

"It's unreasonable for you to be so cruel, you boy..."

Of course, everything in the fog can't hide from the three mountain guarding friars of shaking Tianzong. There is a sense of anger in Xiong Manshan's voice.

Yang Junshan stood still in the fog. His face did not change at all because of Xiong Manshan's roar. As soon as Xiong Manshan's voice fell, he said in a deep voice: "dare you ask elder Xiong, can you go out?"

"You! You, good, good..."

Yang Junshan's calm words sounded like a great irony in Xiong Manshan's ears, as well as a provocation and counterattack to him. Xiong Manshan seemed to have been angered.

However, just when Xiong Manshan seemed too angry to say, a cold wind had rushed to Yang Junshan's back under the cover of Xiong Manshan's angry drinking. It was too late for him to dodge when he found it.

Despicable, the martial arts master and the young friar conspired against him!

Yang Junshan's anger accumulated in his chest, and even a killing intention flashed in his eyes, but he endured it after all. He arched his back slightly in a hurry, and the muscles on his back suddenly twisted up. At the same time, the whole person tried to run forward to show the effect of mangniu fist.

With a crisp sound of "pa", there was a sharp pain on his back. Yang Junshan forced himself to fall to the ground and got up quietly and squatted on the ground like a night owl.

There was a proud laugh in the fog behind him and said, "Hey, you can be a ghost. All the things on you are not mine. I didn't expect that I had such luck..."

The voice groped towards the ground where Yang Junshan fell, but suddenly heard the angry voice of the mountain guard monk and said, "little..."

"That's enough!" a faint voice suddenly sounded, and immediately blocked the words of Xiong Manshan's imminent exit reminder.

The man who sneaked into Yang Junshan didn't seem to know what had happened. He was suddenly stunned. Then he heard the sound of breaking the wind and rushed to his face. The man was in a panic and wanted to dodge. However, the head-on blow was much faster than he thought.

Poof!

An iron feather arrow pole caught by Yang Junshan was fiercely drawn on the face of the attacker, and the blood even splashed from the other person's face. The man only had time to scream and fell to the ground. The only thought before he was unconscious was: the man was attacked by him from behind, how could he not be unconscious?

Yang Junshan hit and hit. It seemed that the anger accumulated in his chest found a place to vent. He stepped forward one step, followed by one foot, and pulled it between the chest and abdomen of the sneak attacker. The man had already been unconscious. Yang Junshan's foot only penetrated the man at the edge of the fog a foot away, and fresh blood flowed along the corner of his mouth to the ground.

"Enough!" was the voice that interrupted Xiong Manshan's speech before. This time, it said to Yang Junshan. The fog in front of him suddenly dispersed, and a shining portal appeared in front of him. The faint voice then said, "you can go out of the mountain!"