Yang Junshan and Yang Junxian are more than a year and a half apart, perhaps because of the small difference in age, the two have often fought since childhood, and in the future, Yang Tiangang and Yang Tianlei will fight each other, and even with their respective children, they will not like each other, but after that, the two have fewer fights, but every time they fight, they are more ruthless, and the relationship between the two has become more and more estranged from playfulness with each fight, and even hatred.

Yang Junxian was two years younger than Yang Junshan, and when he was a child, Yang Junshan naturally suffered a lot from fighting, but Yang Junshan himself was also smart, and sneak attacks, traps, and group beatings also made Yang Junxian suffer a lot.

Yang Junshan looked at the cousin in front of him and said with a smile: "Second brother, how old are you, the child's angry words are serious, I am ashamed of you!"

Yang Junxian's face turned red when he heard this, Yang Junshan was only nine years old when he left Qingshi Town, and he was only eleven years old.

Yang Junshan observed his words and sneered: "It was Uncle Twelve who encouraged you to come, right?"

Yang Junxian was stunned again, and then as if he had been insulted, his face turned red and said: "Fart, I want to beat you and use others to instigate?"

Yang Junshan clapped his hands and said: "Ah, that's right, if you want to fight, when will you Yang Junxian learn to be high-sounding, and find such a lame reason, it really makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

"You bastard!"

Yang Junxian stepped out in two steps, and the ground paved with three-inch bluestone in front of the library began to "gurgle" under his feet, like a bison ready to go, before the person approached, his fists had already slammed towards Yang Junshan in the air, and two balls of spiritual energy erupted from his fists, and collided with Yang Junshan at a distance of three feet.

The monk advanced to the fourth level, although he could not cast spells with his bare hands, but he was already able to skillfully control the spiritual power in his body, and his strength had made great progress compared to the third level, Yang Junxian was also the cultivation of laying the immortal root, but the strength had obviously surpassed Yang Tianshou, and the foundation was much more solid.

Without waiting for Yang Junshan to dodge, the two groups of spiritual energy had already rushed to the front, Yang Junshan was not panicked, and the same two punches were struck, and the strong Wutu spiritual power directly knocked away the two groups of spiritual energy, and at the same time, it also really collided with Yang Junxian's fists that followed the two groups of spiritual energy.

Punch to punch!

A wave of qi burst out from the center of the two people's fists, blocking the dust on the ground directly out of a kilometer, forming a huge earth ring.

Yang Junxian felt that his fist really hit the forehead of a mountain cow, and the severe pain made the corners of his mouth twitch, but the expression of Yang Junshan on the opposite side remained unchanged at all.

Load, it can really be loaded!

Yang Junxian didn't believe that Yang Junshan had nothing to do, he retreated, a turnaround jump halfway, the person had already crossed a zhang to the side of Yang Junshan, stepped forward with his left foot, and a rune light came out from the soles of his feet, and with a bang, the entire bluestone paved ground was shaking.

It's not good, it's the earth-shaking technique, this Yang Junxian actually engraved the earth-shaking rune on the bottom of the shoes on his feet, and cast a spell with the help of the rune.

It can use the ground to shake the people who stand on it dizzy, giving the opponent a chance to take advantage of it, and Yan zhòng can even directly dissipate the spiritual power in the monk's body and let others slaughter it.

However, Yang Junshan soon knew that this Yang Junxian had not completely cultivated this spell even with the help of the power of the rune, and Yang Junshan staggered back, but the spiritual power in his body had already dispersed it at the moment of mana invasion.

Seeing Yang Junshan's defeat, Yang Junxian smiled proudly, rubbed his footsteps, and the whole person actually rowed towards Yang Junshan without moving, and there was a sound of "rustling" under his feet, and it was an extension of the Yang family's spiritual magic "Flying Sand Technique", but it was obvious that he was still not proficient in cultivation, and he could only use it to improve his speed.

Seeing that Yang Junxian was about to take advantage of Yang Junshan's stumbling steps, Yang Junshan suddenly raised his head and showed a mocking smile.

Yang Junxian panicked for no reason, and secretly said that something was bad and wanted to retreat, but he used the "Flying Sand Technique" into the "Sand Skiing" Technique, how could the spell that he had already controlled not skillfully be eliminated in a short time, and his body was still rapidly slashing towards Yang Junshan.

I saw that there was a glorious stone in Yang Junshan's hand at some point, and with a flick of the thumb and index finger of his right hand, the stone suddenly shot towards Yang Junxian.

Yang Junxian tried his best to twist his body and try to dodge, but when the stone flew close to him, it suddenly exploded with a "snap", and a pile of gravel hit Yang Junxian on his head and face.

"Lithotripsy!"

Yang Jun screamed and hurriedly protected his head and face with both hands, but the exploding stone particles still beat his two arms painfully, and some sharp fragments even cut small holes on the skin of his arms, and red blood beads oozed out bit by bit.

The news he got was that when Yang Junshan competed with the Twelfth Uncle last time, it was clearly the third level of cultivation, and now he has only just advanced to the fourth level, and now when he arrives at the Library Pavilion, he is clearly choosing a natal spell, but Yang Junxian can't understand how Yang Junshan can cultivate the stone crushing technique to such a point so quickly?

He didn't know that Yang Junshan originally came to this library pavilion just to make a show, not to mention the three extended spells such as the "Stone Breaking Technique", that is, the "Earth Splitting Spirit Technique" handed down by the Yang family, he knew it clearly, as long as his cultivation was enough, he could use it at any time.

The stone that was punched out was what Yang Junshan had brought out from the small waterhole of the Lingquan Cave in Xishan Mountain, and he had already carved a simple rune on the surface of the stone when he had cultivated to only the third level, and as long as the immortal root was laid, it could be used to induce stone crushing.

The only pity is that at this time, Yang Junshan has just advanced to the fourth level, although he can cast spells with the help of external forces, but because he has not engraved the spell rune on the immortal root and turned it into a life spell, the power of this spell is much smaller, although Yang Junxian suffered a loss and was damaged, he did not hurt his muscles and bones.

After eating such a secret loss in an instant, Yang Junxian naturally would not give up, at this time, he had already regained control of the flying sand under his feet, and these sand grains flew up and crashed towards Yang Junshan's body.

These flying sand itself is not very powerful, but it covers people's ears and eyes, falls into the hands of the wise monks, and can even penetrate into the monks' noses and lungs and choke people to death.

Although Yang Junxian couldn't do such exquisite control, he could use this to confuse Yang Junshan's ears and eyes, and then take the opportunity to sneak attack and win.

Seeing that Yang Junshan was shrouded in flying sand, Yang Junxian smiled fiercely, and was about to rush into the flying sand to make Yang Junshan look good, but as he rushed forward, the flying sand in front of him was also shrinking rapidly, Yang Junxian hurriedly wanted to regain control of this spell, but he felt that these flying sand seemed to be ignoring his command in an instant, and was attracted by a strange force.

Yang Junxian let out a "chuckle" in his heart, his spell was actually broken by Yang Junshan's kid!

Yang Junxian withdrew and retreated, but unexpectedly, the sand ball that had condensed in front of him suddenly burst open again, and a puff of fine sand rushed towards him again.

This time, Yang Junxian couldn't resist the dense sand even if he protected his head and face, the whole person was disgraced, and finally when he wiped off the sand stuck to his face, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a fist getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

Yang Junshan was also aroused by this kid who always bullied himself when he was a child, and he was determined to give him an unforgettable lesson, although this punch did not restrain a little strength to not burst his eyeballs, but at least it could make him stand for ten days and half a month with dark circles.

Seeing that this fist was about to be smashed, Yang Junxian was ready for severe pain, but unexpectedly, the fist did not fall for a long time.

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

"Seventh Uncle!"

"Seventh Uncle!"

The two saluted to An Xia who suddenly appeared, An Xia glanced at the two of them, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on, why did you have to fight in front of the library pavilion, aren't you afraid that others will see the joke?"

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

Seeing that An Xia's aura was almost the same as that of his father, Yang Junxian smacked his tongue secretly, but said with a "hehe" smile in his mouth: "I haven't seen you for a long time, it's just that I'm just looking for the fourth brother to have a discussion." ”

How could An Xia not know what was going on, he snorted coldly, and scared Yang Junxian into a tremble, only to hear him say: "A cousin, a cousin, are all children of the Yang family, but when they meet, they are like enemies, and even half-hung spells are used, which is really amazing!"

Both of them lowered their heads and didn't speak, and An Xia said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, wait for me to leave and continue to trouble your brother?"

Yang Junxian trembled, confessed to An Xia, and at the same time glanced at Yang Junshan with a gloomy expression, turned around and left in a hurry.

As soon as Yang Junxian walked away, Yang Junshan said with a smile: "Congratulations to the seventh uncle for cultivating to Dajin, when did you come back, the last time my nephew I went to see you at home, but your family was not there!"

An Xia glared at him and said, "Don't be here with me and smile, let me ask you, did you have any bad idea for your father again, I just advanced to the second level of the martial arts realm, and before I had time to consolidate my cultivation, he hurriedly found it back from the field, saying that it was about Linggu, and asked me to ask your uncle?"

Yang Junshan said "uh" and smiled embarrassedly: "Then you should go and ask my uncle!"