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Baiqueshan Chapter 30 Crouching Tiger

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    Although the fairy paddock is said to be where young monks hunt fairies according to their abilities, if Yang Junshan really brought so many fairies out of the paddock, 10% of them would be overtly and covertly snatched away by several mountain-guarding monks, and there was no way.  It would be useless to cry out for injustice, even if he moved out of Chenyu County, where he was a direct descendant of the Yang family.

    The appearance of high-grade immortals in the third round of hunting was simply the mistake of the monks who guarded the mountain. Not to mention the poor reputation of the Yang family in Chenyu County, it would have been just a matter of killing Yang Junshan on the spot and then being charged with any crime.  easy.

    In this case, Yang Junshan still sets the target of hunting as a high-grade fairy. Naturally, it is because he has a way to conceal his acquisition of a high-grade fairy. And this method is also very simple, that is, in the remaining five days, Yang Junshan  Advance to the second level of the mortal realm to summon fairy spirits.

    Originally, everyone's cultivation methods at this stage of summoning the immortals were similar. What was needed was a process of hard work. Even with the help of immortals, it was far from being successful in five days, and in the process of cultivation  The fairy spirits themselves are gradually refined outside the body of the monks, so that Yang Junshan will not be able to hide the five fairy spirits he obtained after the Baiqueshan paddock is closed.

    However, Yang Junshan knows a secret technique that can place the fairy spirit in the body for refining. Not only can it greatly save the time to advance to summon the fairy spirit, but it can also temporarily conceal one's own cultivation level until the fairy spirit is summoned.  After being completely refined and the monk's cultivation reaches the second level of perfection, the monk's cultivation will truly show the characteristics of the second level of the mortal realm.

    This kind of secret technique naturally comes from the memory of the previous life. After a few decades in the previous life, the world changed drastically. In order to fight against the disaster, the human monks had to create many secret techniques and magical powers to shorten the training required to improve their cultivation as much as possible.  Time, and the "Blood Refining Spirit Summoning Technique" performed by Yang Junshan at this time is a secret technique that is extremely effective in shortening the training time of this stage of summoning immortal spirits and has almost no side effects.

    However, even if this secret technique is used, it is impossible for Yang Junshan to reach perfection in the second level of mortal realm in just five days. But the important thing is that once this secret technique is used, Yang Junshan will be able to awaken the spiritual orifice.  The fairy spirit can then be hidden within the body without being noticed.

    With his right hand, he pulled out an iron feather arrow from the arrow pot, followed the gap between the vertebrae that he felt from the bottom of his back with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and drove the iron feather arrow into the gap.

    Hiss¡ª¡ª, hiss¡ª¡ª

    Yang Junshan took a breath of cold air, and drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but he still pulled out the arrow stuck in the bone seam without hesitation, and then blood spurted out from the wound.  And out.

    The severe pain could not make Yang Junshan hesitate in his next movements. He groped for both ends of the wound with his left hand and suddenly pushed it outward. While the wound was open, he threw away the iron feather arrow with his right hand and pressed the high-grade fairy tiger fangs directly.  into the wound.

    The three-inch-long Tiger Tooth Fairy itself had a curve, but the wound opened by the Iron Feather Arrow was straight. Yang Junshan directly pressed the Tiger Tooth Fairy two-thirds in from the gap between the edges of the vertebrae, causing the wound to  The inside suffered a second tear, and the heartbreaking pain made Yang Junshan tremble all over, but he still gritted his teeth and resisted, and only a muffled groan continued to echo in the cave.

    He dug out a medical patch for treating blood stasis from his waist bag and carefully applied it to the wound on his back. Because he couldn't see what was happening behind him, he would inevitably touch the wound again, causing Yang Junshan pain.  He had to grin.

    There are two fairy orifices in Yang Junshan's body, one is in the gallbladder, and the other is on the vertebrae. This is why Yang Junshan wants to get the tiger bone fairy.  Yang Junshan is the perfect person for the fairy aperture located in the vertebrae.

    As for the appearance of the treading bear, it was completely unexpected by Yang Junshan, but being able to harvest the top-grade fairy bear bile that matched another fairy aperture was a completely unexpected surprise.

    After the fairy is taken out of the mother's body, the spiritual energy contained in it will quickly shrink and solidify, forming pieces of crystal jade-like fairy essence. At this time, the high-grade fairy bear gall bladder in Yang Junshan's hand will shrink and solidify into  There was a small piece of long flat oval black ink jade-like solid.

    After settling the wound on his back, Yang Junshan picked up the discarded iron feather arrow and wiped it clean. He couldn't help but sigh. A high-grade fairy bear bile was certainly an unexpected surprise, but now Yang Junshan had to accept it again.  Self-harm once.

    He broke the arrow shaft smoothly, Yang Junshan bit the arrow shaft in his mouth, and then confirmed the approximate location of the gallbladder in his abdomen. As if he had made a great determination, he mustered up the courage to make a small cut in his abdomen.  There was a long wound, but this time he did not put the bear bile fairy into the wound, but used the arrowhead of the iron feather arrow to stab hard on the piece of fairy essence.

    With a soft sound of "pop", the surface of fairy essence jade suddenlyIt shattered, and a stream of pale golden viscous liquid fell from it, sinking into the wound drop by drop.

    These viscous liquids are the real essence of the Bear Bile Fairy. Generally speaking, if the viscous essence flowing out after the Bear Bile Fairy is broken is yellow-green, it is a low-grade fairy with the worst quality;  If it appears inky black, it is a mid-grade fairy; and once it is dyed with a layer of gold, the quality of the bear bile fairy will jump to the top grade. The thicker the gold, the higher the quality; there are even legends that once the bear bile fairy is completely  When it turns into golden color, it is the best fairy spirit that is unique among all.

    The bear bile fairy essence in Yang Junshan's hand only has a faint layer of gold, but it can only reach the threshold of high-grade fairy. It can only be regarded as average among high-grade fairy. However, every time a drop of liquid drips into  After being injured, Yang Junshan's expression twisted in pain and his whole body trembled.

    After all the essence bred in the bear bile fairy dripped into the wound, a golden light seeped out from the wound, and then mixed with the blood and flowed along the wound. After a while, the entire wound solidified and scabbed, but Yang Junshan was still in a hurry  Place another patch on the wound.

    After losing a lot of blood, Yang Junshan's face looked extremely pale. The power he had accumulated in his body was released like a flood. Two consecutive self-abuse secret techniques were applied to his body. The moment each fairy penetrated the body near the fairy orifice.  , then swallowed up the wisps of Wutu spiritual energy that Yang Junshan had cultivated so hard, and his whole body suddenly collapsed to the ground like dough.

    No matter who finds this cave at this time, Yang Junshan will just sit back and wait to be slaughtered.

    Yang Junshan couldn't help but laugh twice, but he was careless. Originally, Yang Junshan thought that his body could withstand the "Blood Refining Spirit Summoning Technique" once, and his original plan was just to hunt down the mountain tiger.  Just get the tiger bone fairy spirit.

    However, the unexpected appearance of the treading bear and the acquisition of the top-grade bear bile fairy forced Yang Junshan to change his original plan. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, he had to take the risk of performing the "Blood Refining Spirit Summoning Technique" twice in his body at the same time.  It pushed his body to the brink of collapse.

    There is no way around this. If Yang Junshan, the middle-grade immortal spirit, can still hide it from the mountain-guarding monks of the Shaking Sky Sect, then the aura of the high-grade fairy spirit is as dazzling as the candlelight in the dark night in the eyes of the warrior-level monks.

    In order to take all the two high-grade immortals as his own, Yang Junshan had to take this risk. He only had five days, but he hoped he could still make it in time, even if he could barely walk again by then.

    Yang Junshan, who was leaning against the stone wall, was working hard on the "Wu Tu Ling Jue", trying to absorb the weak spiritual energy permeating the air into his body, so as to complete the first cycle of the technique.

    However, every time the spiritual power that was barely absorbed into the body moved near the two fairy spirit orifices with the support of "Wu Tu Ling Jue", Yang Junshan felt like two big mountains fell out of thin air, making it difficult for the spiritual power to move in the first place.  It was even more obscure in the body. Yang Junshan lay on the ground for two full hours, but the "Wu Tu Ling Jue" could not be successfully transported even for one week.

    Just when Yang Junshan was extremely discouraged, while trying to adjust his body posture, he inadvertently raised his head and caught a glimpse of the eight pictures of tigers on the stone wall above his head.

    Yang Junshan's heart suddenly jumped twice, and he quickly raised his head to carefully observe the eight murals of tigers with different expressions. After looking at them one after another, his eyes finally focused on the picture of a tiger ascending the mountain.  The third of the four murals in the series.

    This is a picture of a crouching tiger. The king of beasts, who was supposed to be roaring in the forest and commanding the beasts, is now lying in the grass under the tree, with a trace of comfort and calmness in his expression.

    Yang Junshan stared at the mural carefully. The "Wu Tu Ling Jue" in his body was still working hard, but this time he deliberately made omissions in the process of operation. The faint fragrance that originally diffused from the stone wall  The demonic energy was actually absorbed into the body by the spiritual art, and mixed into the bits and pieces of pure spiritual power that Yang Junshan had condensed through repeated efforts to improve himself.

    Boom!

    Yang Junshan's head was suddenly thrown back as if he had been hit hard by a hammer. The Crouching Tiger on the mural that was originally in his eyes suddenly came to life, and rays of light began to flow through Crouching Tiger's body. At the same time,  It was like a mark that was deeply engraved in Yang Junshan's mind.

    In the end, the light flowing in Crouching Tiger's body formed a complete circulation system, and a complete body-refining move was also hidden in Yang Junshan's mind.

    Yang Junshan tried his best to place his body according to the posture of the crouching tiger in the mural. The wound that had stopped bleeding began to ooze blood again, but he still ignored it. After arranging his body, he began to absorb the spiritual power in his body according to the posture.  The route recorded in my mind began to flow through my body, and the wounds that were originally bleeding suddenly began toTrembling undetectably, the muscles on both sides began to squeeze toward the center. Although the wound did not scab, the blood did not seep out anymore.
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