Chapter 93

Yang Junshan and Yang Junxian are more than a year and a half away. Perhaps it is because there is little difference in age. They often fight when they urinate. In the future, Yang Tiangang and Yang Tianlei fight with each other, and their children don't like each other. However, after that, the two fight less, but each fight is harder, The relationship between the two became more and more estranged and even hostile with each fight.

Yang Junxian was two years younger than Yang Junshan. Naturally, Yang Junshan suffered a lot from fighting when he was a child, but Yang Junshan also had a little intelligence. Yang Junxian also suffered a lot from sneak attacks, traps and group fights.

Yang Junshan looked at his cousin and said with a smile, "second brother, how old are you? The angry words of children are serious. I'm ashamed of you!"

Yang Junxian blushed when he heard the speech. Yang Junshan was only nine years old when he left Qingshi Town, and he was only eleven years old. He took it seriously when he was playing. Yang Junxian boasted that he was pure and proud, but it would be hard to do it today if he didn't find an excuse.

Yang Junshan looked at his words and expressions and sneered, "is it twelve uncles who encouraged you to come?"

Yang Junxian was stunned again. Even if he seemed to be insulted, his face turned red and said, "fart, I'll beat you and instigate others?"

Yang Junshan clapped his hands and said, "ah, that's right. If you want to fight, you can fight. When did Yang Junxian learn to be high sounding and find such a bad reason? It really makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

"You bastard!"

Yang Junxian stepped out in two steps. The ground paved with three inches of bluestone in front of the library began to "cackle" under his feet, like a bison ready to go. Before people approached, his fists had been smashed into the air towards Yang Junshan. Two groups of aura spewed out from his fists and bumped into Yang Junshan at a distance of three feet.

The fourth level monk is advanced. Although he can't cast spells with his bare hands, he has been able to skillfully control the external release of spiritual power in his body. In fact, his power has made great progress compared with the third level. Yang Junxian is also the cultivation of laying immortal roots, but his strength has obviously surpassed Yang Tianshou, and his foundation should be much more solid.

Without waiting for Yang Junshan to dodge, the two groups of auras had rushed forward. Yang Junshan was not flustered. He was also hit with two fists. The thick Wutu aura directly scattered the two groups of auras. At the same time, he actually collided with Yang Junxian's fists following the two groups of auras.

Punch!

Hula! An air wave burst out from the center of their fists towards the four sides, blocking the dust on the ground a foot away, forming a huge earth ring.

Yang Junxian felt that his fist really hit the forehead of a mountain cow. The severe pain made the corners of his mouth smoke, but Yang Junshan looked the same.

Pretend, really can pretend!

Yang Junxian didn't believe that Yang Junshan had nothing to do. He stepped back and jumped back in the middle. People had crossed a foot to the side of Yang Junshan. Stepping in front of his left foot, the light of runes came out from the soles of his feet. With a roar, the whole bluestone floor was shaking.

No, it's the earth shaking technique. Yang Junxian actually engraved the earth shaking Rune on the bottom of his shoes and used the power of the rune to cast the spell.

The earth shaking technique shakes not the ground but people. It can shake the people standing on it dizzy with the help of the ground and give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it; Seriously, it can even directly disperse the spiritual power in the monk and let him be slaughtered.

However, Yang Junshan soon knew that Yang Junxian had never successfully practiced this spell even with the help of the power of runes. Yang Junshan stumbled back, but the spiritual power in his body had broken it up at the moment of the invasion of magic power.

Seeing Yang Junshan's defeat, Yang Junxian smiled proudly and rubbed his steps. The whole person didn't move at his feet. He rowed in front of Yang Junshan. There was a sound of "sand" at his feet. It was another extension of Yang family's spiritual magic "flying sand", but it was obvious that he was still not proficient in practice and could only use it to improve his speed.

Seeing that Yang Junxian would catch up with Yang Junshan in one step, he would take advantage of Yang Junshan's staggering steps. Unexpectedly, Yang Junshan suddenly raised his head and showed a mocking smile.

Yang Junxian was in a panic for no reason. He wanted to get away with a bad secret, but he turned the "flying sand" into a "sliding sand" skill. How could the unskilled magic he had controlled be eliminated in a short time, and his body still rowed rapidly towards Yang Junshan.

When he saw a brilliant stone in Yang Junshan's hand, he bounced his right thumb and index finger, and the stone immediately shot at Yang Junxian.

Yang Junxian tried to twist his body and try to dodge. Unexpectedly, when the stone flew close to him, it suddenly burst open, and a pile of gravel hit Yang Junxian.

"Lithotripsy!"

Yang Jun gave a strange cry and hurriedly protected his head and face with both hands, but the blasted stone particles still hurt his two arms. Some sharp fragments even cut small holes in the skin of his arms, and the red blood beads seeped out bit by bit.

He got the news that Yang Junshan was clearly the third level of cultivation when he competed with twelve uncles last time. Now he has just advanced to the fourth level. Now when he comes to the library, he is clearly selecting his own life spells. But how can Yang Junxian not understand how Yang Junshan cultivated stone fragmentation so quickly?

He didn't know that Yang Junshan had come to the library just to make an appearance. Don't mention the three extended spells such as "lithotripsy", which are the "earth splitting magic" handed down by the Yang family. He knows it clearly. As long as his cultivation is enough, he can perform it at any time.

The stone was brought out by Yang Junshan from the small pool of Lingquan cave in the west mountain. When his cultivation was only the third level, he had already carved a simple Rune on the surface of the stone. As long as the fairy root was laid, it can be used to urge lithotripsy.

The only pity is that at this time, Yang Junshan has just advanced to the fourth level. Although he can use external forces to cast spells, the power of this spell is much smaller because he has not engraved the magic Rune on the immortal root into a life spell. Although Yang Junxian suffered losses, he did not hurt his muscles and bones.

After eating such a dark loss, Yang Junxian will not rest. At this time, he has regained control of the flying sand under his feet. These sand particles crashed and flew around Yang Junshan.

These flying sands are not powerful in themselves, but they hide people's eyes and ears. They fall into the hands of wise friars, and can even penetrate into friars' nasal cavities and lungs and choke people to death.

Although Yang Junxian could not do such a subtle control, he could use it to confuse Yang Junshan's eyes and ears, and then take the opportunity to attack and win.

Seeing that Yang Junshan was shrouded in flying sand, Yang Junxian smiled fiercely and rushed into the flying sand to make Yang Junshan look good. Unexpectedly, with his forward rush, the flying sand in front of him was also shrinking rapidly. Yang Junxian hurried to regain control of this spell. Unexpectedly, he felt that these flying sand didn't listen to his command for a moment and was attracted by a strange force.

Yang Junxian gave a "click" in his heart. His magic was broken by the boy of Yang Junshan!

Yang Junxian withdrew and retreated again. Unexpectedly, the sand ball that had been solidified in front of him suddenly burst open again, and a Peng of fine sand rushed towards him again.

This time, Yang Junxian could not resist the dense sand even if he protected his head and face. The whole person was disheartened. It was not easy for him to wipe off the sand stuck to his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger in front of him.

Yang Junshan was also provoked by the boy's bullying when he was a child. He must give him an unforgettable lesson. Although this punch converged a little strength to avoid exploding his eyes, it can at least make him withstand the dark circles of ten days and a half months.

Seeing that the fist was about to be smashed, Yang Junxian was ready for severe pain, but the fist didn't fall down.

Yang Junxian opened his eyes suspiciously, but saw that the fist only three inches away from his eyes was held by Yang Junshan's wrist by a hand stretched out horizontally.

"Seven uncles!"

"Seven uncles!"

They saluted to the suddenly appeared an Xia together. An Xia glanced at them and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter? How can we fight in front of the library? Aren't you afraid that others will see jokes?"

Yang Junshan looked relaxed and said, "he's blocking me here!"

Seeing that the breath around an Xia was almost the same as that of his father, Yang Junxian secretly smacked his tongue, but he said "hey hey" with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but I'm just looking for the fourth brother to compete."

An Xia didn't know what was going on. He snorted coldly and scared Yang Jun to shiver. He only heard him say: "a cousin and a cousin are all the children of the Yang family. They meet like enemies. They even use half of their spells. It's amazing!"

Both of them lowered their heads and didn't speak. An Xia didn't have a good way: "what are you waiting for? Will you continue to trouble your brother when I leave?"

Yang Junxian trembled and confessed to an Xia. At the same time, he glanced at Yang Junshan with a gloomy look, turned and left in a hurry.

When Yang Junxian went away, Yang Junshan said with a smile: "congratulations on Uncle Qi's great progress in cultivation. When did you come back? The last time I went to see you, my nephew, I didn't expect you to be here!"

An Xia glared at him and said, "don't laugh with me here. I ask you, did you give your father any bad ideas? I just advanced to the second level of martial arts. Before I could consolidate my accomplishments, he hurried back from other places. He said it was about Linggu. Let me ask your uncle?"

Yang Junshan gave a "Er" sound and said with an embarrassed smile, "then you'd better ask my uncle!"