C35 Out of the mountains

Patting the cub on its head, Yang Junshan said in a low voice, "Little rascal, it's your turn now!"

The tiger cub raised its head and whined at Yang Junshan twice. Yang Junshan smiled and said, "Be more honest, you better be careful not to miss a chance!"

With that, Yang Junshan put the tiger cub back into his backpack, leaving only the head of the tiger outside. Then he stood up with the three stone bow in his hand and walked towards the exit of the fog.

Along the way, Yang Junshan could clearly feel the gazes from all around. He could even feel the hostility and hear the eager breathing.

As Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, a few youths who couldn't help but follow closely behind. At this time, about seventy to eighty percent of those who chose to leave the mountain in advance were people who obtained immortal spirits in the Hundred Sparrow Mountain.

"I am Yang Junshan of the Tuqiu Village from the Wasteland Town. I would like to request the permission of the Heaven Shaking Sect's elder, who is guarding the mountain, to come out!"

The moment Yang Junshan stepped into the fog, more than one wave descended upon him. Even though the spiritual will of a martial arts cultivator could not see through him, Yang Junshan still felt his heart pounding for no reason.

"You're very nervous!"

Just like the haughty but teasing voice from his previous life, Xiong Manshan chuckled coldly and said, "Good harvest, a mid-grade immortal spirit. Let me see, you're still an ox, an immortal spirit. Summoning spirit can cure a hundred poisons …"

Yang Junshan had already heard the exclamations of the surrounding teenagers near the exit. A few of them immediately shouted out in excitement, "It's him! He's the archer that shot the mountain bull! We can't let him go!"

Xiong Manshan continued to speak carelessly, "What else, there is actually a low grade immortal grain stone. Did you dig a hole in the mountain rat's nest? It seems that you know quite a lot about it …"

Even if it was a singing spirit, at most, it would only be an explanation of the quality of the immortal spirit carried on the young cultivator's body. And when it was Yang Junshan's turn, not only did he directly say the immortal spirit's quality and name, but he also clearly stated its uses and origins.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to the fog. Yang Junshan could imagine the greedy eyes of those young men who were about to attack. He then quietly moved one meter to the left to avoid being pounced on.

"One person can walk alone and get two immortal spirits? Aren't you afraid that someone else will snatch them away?" "Huh? Why are you moving to the left? That's not the exit. You need us to open the formation …"

This was no longer a hint, but a naked urging for others to take action and to point out Yang Junshan's exact position for them.

Wait a minute and see what else is there, haha, I almost forgot, your caution is really the luckiest guy in the Hundred Peacock Mountain Enclosure this time, there are actually two bear paws on top of the ground, and seven lower rank spirit grass mushrooms, even I old bear is beginning to envy your luck, hmm, there's also a tiger cub, are you planning to raise berserk beasts, are you not afraid of backlash, are you going to catch them and roast them? "Haha …"

If the singing spirit only explained whether the young cultivator had immortal spirit or not, then this time, even Yang Junshan's gains from the Hundred Sparrow Mountain were reported. This was blatantly framing him.

The quick-witted young cultivators had already realized something from Xiong Manshan's words. As soon as Xiong Manshan finished speaking, the impatient youths all rushed into the fog and rushed towards Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan was not surprised by this result. In his previous life, he was toyed with by Xiong Manshan, and although he managed to keep a low-ranked immortal spirit, he was beaten up by the youths who tried to steal it.

In this life, Xiong Manshan also wanted to make things difficult for him. However, unlike his previous life, Yang Junshan's gains were greater, which also meant that Yang Junshan was stronger, which made Xiong Manshan more willing to use his words to attract more people.

Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, then turned around and threw a punch at the face of a young man who was about to pounce on him. The young man only had time to scream before falling to the ground with his hands covering his face.

Immediately, Yang Junshan released his bowstring and released it towards the direction outside of the fog. 'Beng!' A few youths who had yet to enter the fog fell to the ground at the same time. Then, they thought of something and got up, blushing from embarrassment and rushed into the fog.

The invisible things in the fog made it harder for Yang Junshan to bring out his power in a group battle. Plus, Yang Junshan didn't dare to reveal his second layer cultivation, so he could only keep moving in the fog, fighting the young cultivators by listening to the voices.

The sound of footsteps quickly came. Yang Junshan squatted on the ground and touched the ground with his palm, trying to determine the distance between the man and himself by sensing the ground vibrations. He suddenly swung his longbow and tripped over a young man's ankle.

Immediately, seven or eight teenagers surrounded him from the direction of the scream. Yang Junshan immediately understood the general situation he was in, so he stretched out his hand to untie the bowstring on the other side of the longbow. The released bowstring and the fine bowstring looked more like a long whip.

Yang Junshan whipped his bow and whip in the direction he expected. The bowstring let out a sharp whistling sound in the air, and then, amidst the crisp sound of meat being fried and the screams of 'Mother and Father', four or five people rolled on the ground.

Yang Junshan swung the bow in the other direction again. After a series of howls and howls, another two or three teenagers rolled on the ground.

Yang Junshan's expression didn't change at all, and he swung the whip again. Yang Junshan didn't know if the teenager in the other direction was scared by the scream, or if he just turned around and ran away. This time, Yang Junshan struck empty air.

After standing in silence for a while, Yang Junshan didn't hear any more footsteps approaching him. He stroked his bow with his hand and hung it on his arm again. Only then did he feel the wetness in his palm and the smell of blood in front of his nose. Yang Junshan could imagine the bloody wounds on the bodies of the boys in front of him.

"Brat, you're actually so vicious. How preposterous, how preposterous …"

Of course, nothing in the fog could be hidden from the three guardian cultivators of the Heaven Shaking Sect. No matter how one looked at it, there was a sense of exasperation in Xiong Manshan's voice.

Yang Junshan stood silently in the fog, his expression did not change at all from Xiong Manshan's roar. As soon as Xiong Manshan finished speaking, he spoke in a deep voice, "May I ask Senior Xiong if Junior can leave now?"

"You! "You, good, good …"

Yang Junshan's peaceful words sounded like a huge mockery to Xiong Manshan, but it also sounded like a provocation to him. Xiong Manshan seemed to have been angered.

However, just as Xiong Manshan seemed to be angry to the point of being unable to speak, a biting cold wind blew towards Yang Junshan's back under the cover of Xiong Manshan's angry shout. By the time he had realized this, it was already too late for him to dodge.

Despicable! A dignified Martial Disciple expert and a young cultivator had actually joined hands to plot against him!

Yang Junshan's heart was filled with anger, and a trace of killing intent even flashed in his eyes, but he managed to hold it in. Yang Junshan's heart was filled with anger, and a trace of killing intent even flashed in his eyes, but he managed to endure it.

'Pa! 'A sharp pain came from his back. Yang Junshan resisted the pain and fell on the ground. He then got up and squatted on the ground silently like a cat.

A complacent laugh could be heard from the mist behind him, "Hehe, even if you're a cunning ghost, aren't all the things you have with you still belong to me? Medium-grade Ox-Yellow Immortal Spirit, I didn't think I'd be so lucky …"

As the voice spoke, it groped towards the ground where Yang Junshan had fallen. Suddenly, it heard the flustered and exasperated voice of the guarding cultivator from before, and it said, "Little …"

"Enough!" A faint voice suddenly sounded, stopping Xiong Manshan from speaking any further.

The man who ambushed Yang Junshan seemed to be confused as to what had happened. He heard the sound of wind breaking and immediately tried to dodge, but the incoming attack was much faster than he had expected.

Puff!

The arrow in Yang Junshan's hand struck the face of the man who attacked him, and blood even spurted out from his face. The man only had time to scream before he fell to the ground, and the only thought that remained in his mind was: That man was ambushed from behind, how come he didn't pass out?

After Yang Junshan struck, the anger that seemed to have accumulated in his chest found an outlet to vent. He took a step forward, and then kicked the man in the chest. The man was already unconscious, and with that kick, Yang Junshan only pushed the man one zhang away, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth to the ground.

"Enough!" It was the same voice that interrupted Xiong Manshan's speech. This time, it was towards Yang Junshan. Suddenly, the fog before him dispersed and a glowing door appeared before him. The voice continued, "You can leave the mountain now!"

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