Chapter 131

Yang Tiangang sneered: "tuqiu village was originally mine. If Xiaoshan wins, I won't get any benefits. If he loses, he wants to make tuqiu village a place. Do you think this bet is fair?"

Without waiting for Wang Yuan's interface, Yang Xi on one side was not angry, but said, "so, third, are you willing to bet?"

Wang Yuan also smiled and said, "well, as long as you are willing to bet, you can bet!"

Yang Tiangang sneered, his eyes flashed a mockery and said, "well, Xiaoshan's cultivation is about to reach the martial arts realm, and I'm also having a headache to raise the spiritual materials for refining magic tools for him. Since my brother-in-law is willing to help, I heard that my brother-in-law once got a piece of Tian Huangshi after he became the guard of Qingshi. Hehe, if Xiaoshan wins this war by luck, I don't know if my brother-in-law is willing to give up his love?"

Wang Yuan was stunned, then lost his smile and said, "the third brother really values the hill. It's just a Tianhuang spirit stone. Why not give it to the hill? In that case, I'll bet!"

Under the gambling agreement, Yang Junshan in the hospital has taken the lead in launching an attack on Wang Yuan.

As soon as Yang Junshan's attack came out, the whole person's momentum was like a hungry tiger, which surprised the faces of several martial arts experts watching the battle. This momentum could only be owned by those who had killed people and seen blood and swam on the edge of life and death. Yang Junshan is now no more than a 15-year-old boy. Where did such a strong evil spirit come from?

Yang Junshan smashed it with a fist, without any magic condensation, but a khaki aura fist burst out towards Wang Jin's shoulder.

Wang Jin obviously didn't expect that Yang Junshan would attack him with the most primitive use of Reiki, but the power of such attack was obviously not in his eyes, but it saved Reiki condensation and spell condensation, which made the speed extremely fast. It can almost be said that the law was born at will.

It's obvious to make a mountain out of a molehill to resist such an attack. If you step back and dodge, you will be afraid to fight. You can't even resist a fist. Is that a joke?

The thought flickered in his heart. Wang Jin pushed his palms forward, and the same two aura rays condensed into a light cocoon. He finally chose the most primitive fighting method for aura.

Boom!

In the east courtyard, it was like a big artillery battle. A strong wind suddenly lined up around the center of the fight between the two, and several children who had not yet begun to practice were blown to sit on the ground.

At the moment when the light of their fists collided, Wang Jin noticed that it was bad. Yang Junshan's strength and spiritual power in his fists far exceeded his expectations. The previous scuffle did not seem to have caused too serious consumption to Yang Junshan.

Wang Jin's spiritual power flows in her body and tries to stabilize her body. However, Yang Junshan's fist power is completely above him. However, Wang Jin has to retreat. At the same time, his hands are sealed, and the spiritual power in her body condenses again, so she has to cast her own magic.

However, at the moment he retreated, he noticed that a strange force had been covering him. At the moment he retreated, this force was even involved in the opposite direction, as if he didn't want him to retreat.

Wang Jin said in secret that it was not good, and the speed of printing in his hand was accelerated, but the dark shadow flashed in front of him. Yang Junshan caught up with him again like a maggot of tarsal bone, and another punch was smashed out, and the three foot fist awn was immediately close to his body.

Wang Jin had no choice but to disperse the condensing magic, and there was a twinkle at his feet. This time, he would no longer care about shaking the reputation of Tianzong. If he didn't step back, he wouldn't even have the chance to condense the magic.

However, just as he stepped back, the traction force just appeared again. He could retreat two feet away from the tip of his foot. However, under the pull of this traction force, he only retreated one foot away. Far from saying, the strong wind was blowing on his face. Yang Junshan had caught up with him again, and another fist hit him!

This time, Wang Jin finally understood that he had fallen into the calculation of others from the beginning. That strange traction not only bound him, but also dragged Yang Junshan, who could catch up with his dodging direction and speed all the time.

Being entangled by the tactics of Yang Junshan, he was helpless for a time. Wang Jin was also angry at this time. He saw that Yang Junshan hit him with a fist. This time, he didn't dodge or resist, but hit Yang Junshan's fist with the same fist.

Punch!

Hula, there was another strong wind in the east courtyard, and the ground that had been devastated before suddenly became a dust fog. At the moment when the dust fog lifted up, "click" came out faintly, followed by another dull hum.

As soon as Wang Yuan's face changed, he was about to walk towards the east courtyard, but he was stopped by Yang Tiangang on one side. Wang Yuan angrily went away, but he heard Yang Tiangang say in a low voice: "don't panic, the hill is measured!"

The anger on Wang Yuan's face gradually disappeared, but it was still gloomy and terrible, because the result of this competition might not be seen by others because of the cover of dust and fog, but it could not hide the spiritual knowledge of the friars in the martial arts world at all.

Although this result surprised many people, what really surprised everyone was the way in which the best of the two mortal fifth tier friars won the final victory.

The dust gradually dispersed, and the body shapes of Yang Junshan and Wang Jin gradually revealed. At this time, they had been far apart from each other by two feet. Yang Junshan looked calm, while Wang Jin opposite was holding his right fist in his left hand, and some slightly distorted colors flashed on his face from time to time, as if he was suffering from pain.

"Cousin, accept!"

Yang Junshan's tone was calm and did not look complacent because of the victory.

Wang Jin nodded and said, "the fourth cousin has excellent cultivation. Little brother is willing to bow down!"

Failed, Wang Jin failed!

Wang Jin was defeated in this way. The two alchemists fought for three rounds. Unexpectedly, they didn't even have to cast a spell. In such a funny way, the victory and defeat came out!

Yang Tianshou and others thought it was incredible, but they didn't know that it was not Wang Jin who didn't want to cast spells, but that Yang Junshan didn't give him a chance to cast spells from beginning to end, forcing him to decide the victory or defeat in the most shallow and primitive way of Reiki.

Magic casting, magic casting, the fifth level of mortal realm, although he can cast magic, he can't follow the law as the friar of Wulin realm, so even if the friar can cast magic out of thin air, he is just a mortal who can cast magic. Only advanced Wulin realm can change all this!

Wang Jin was defeated by Yang Junshan, but unexpectedly there was no trace of depression. On the contrary, her determination to fight against advanced martial arts was more urgent and firm.

Yang Junshan didn't know what Wang Jin was thinking, but he saw that Wang Jin frankly admitted his failure without the shame and resentment of the loser. Instead, he looked up at him.

Outside the gate of the east courtyard, Wang Yuan's hand was on his waist. It was the size of a fist. It looked like a shrinking mountain. Tian Huangshi appeared in his hand and threw it at Yang Tiangang. Then he took a hard look at Yang Junshan in the east courtyard, shook his sleeves and turned away.

Yang Yan looked at Yang Xi's father and son who left with Wang Yuan and said, "third, do you think your brother-in-law can keep his word?"

Yang Tiangang happily looked at the stone in his hand and said casually, "he can only speak on this piece of Tian Huangshi now!"

The competition in the east courtyard came to an end. Yang Junshan took his brother and sister with Yang Tiangang to a small courtyard in the West Wing of the old house. This was once the place where the Yang Tiangang family lived in Qingshi town. Yang Junping was still familiar with this, but Yang Junxin had no impression at all.

Although the Yang Junshan family left, the courtyard still stayed. Yang Tianshou wanted to move in, but he didn't reach it because of Yang Yan's opposition. The courtyard also seemed to be in decline because it was uninhabited. Although the Yang family may come to clean it in half a month and ten days, it was obviously just a perfunctory job.

Yang Junshan asked about the clan association. Hearing Yang Tiangang's statement, Yang Junping first jumped out and said, "they want the second uncle to take our foundation. How well tuqiu village is managed by my father now. They want to take it away without saying a word? Hum, what is in charge of the money and food of the Yang family? If my father wants to come back, he is at most an accountant!"

This is not only Yang Junshan, but also Yang Tiangang's look at his second son with a trace of surprise.

"Waiter, these two words are on the point!" Yang Tiangang happily vomited a smoke ring and nodded approvingly.

After Yang Junshan was surprised, he felt that he deserved to get up. In his previous life, his second brother also gradually became young and mature after growing old. He often looked at problems and did things more reliably than his eldest brother. If it hadn't been for the great changes in heaven and earth, the whole family would have died miserably except him, and his second brother's achievements would definitely exceed his own.

Yang Junshan also said, "tuqiu village embodies my father's efforts over the past five years. Where can I take it easily? I think my father doesn't agree, but my fourth uncle must have a means of threat?"

Yang Tiangang nodded slightly and told Wang Yuan in the ancestral hall about threatening to replace his village head position through real Xiong Changfeng, the county magistrate of Mengyu, and about the gambling in the east courtyard.

Yang Junshan was delighted to hear that he had another piece of Tian Huangshi, but he still pondered: "now the general context has come out. Immortal Wang Qian is seeking Chenyu county magistrate. The affairs of tuqiu village are not decided by grandchildren like Uncle four. Uncle four played with a flower gun."

Yang Tiangang was worried and said, "I know this, but if Immortal Xiong Changfeng really wants to remove me from the post of village head as a county magistrate, everything will be empty. My father can't do it against shake Tianzong."

Yang Tian just said, but he saw Yang Junshan breaking his fingers there. He didn't know what he was calculating. He couldn't help but have a good way: "what are you counting, how many days are there for your father and the village?"

Yang Junshan raised his head, smiled and said, "no, it's a calculation. There are still a few days for the real Xiong Changfeng county magistrate, but the child found that he may not have a few days for the county magistrate."