Legend of the Great Saint

Time suddenly passed, and in the autumn, the maple leaves gradually became red in the mountains, and the golden rice ears became a little full.

A cow truck slowly crossed the field trail, pulled the car's green cow unmanned, the cow truck was covered with thick animal skin, a teenager laying on it, carrying straw, relaxed pillow looking at the sky with arms, a short knife at the waist, and a wooden plaque at the side, it was Li Qingshan.

With more than 1,000 taels of silver on his body, he had to go to Paxi Town, more than 10 miles away. In the remote hill village, it was not easy to spend money.

If you want to shop, you can only go to the big town. Materials in Qingyang City are abundant, but they are too far away and certainly not cheap.

He had to retreat and beg for a second, to go to the town. At a fixed time each month, the town would have a large rally. At that time, people from the nearby villages would go to the town to gather, and trade in all kinds of trades, which was the perfect time to buy ginseng. And he's got a lot of animal skin on his hands, and he can take advantage of it.

Li Qingshan didn't want Qingniu to pull the car again, but Qingniu didn't mind continuing to be a normal cow.

When he came to Paxi town, the genius had just lit up, the town was full of water maroons, people were moving around, and many small traders were shouting and selling their goods, and the scene was very lively.

Li Qingshan searched for an empty space and laid the hide of the animal on the prepared linen, but did not learn to sell it, but sat by the side and did not let go of any chance of cultivation.

In his body, that slight airflow had grown a little, and he was like a greedy child, constantly driving that little bit of authenticity around his body.

Though not moving, it is also extremely spiritual to do so. Li Qingshan opened his eyes from time to time and responded to customers who came to ask for quotes.

He is huge and doesn't want to get rich with these animal skins. He just wants to sell them as soon as possible and buy a lot of ginseng, so the price is extremely cheap.

Although different people refused to negotiate, the business was excellent. It was almost cold winter. Li Qingshan had suffered from the cold wind. The ordinary people who did not want to make a leather boot leather jacket soon surrounded a large group of people.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” A few young men with hunting knives with bows and arrows separated the crowd in bad colour and surrounded the stall. The shadow cast fell on Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes: “What can I do for you?” The way he sees it today is that these people are no better off than they used to be.

Though they were not old enough and did not make a particularly fierce appearance, they bore a fierce killer. If Liu Zhiqiao is just a screaming skinny dog, then they are fierce mountain watchdogs. Any of them can easily kill Liu Zhiqiao.

A tough young man with a short body and a short beard asked, "Where did you get these hides? ”

And his companions stretched out their hands and found, as rumoured, that there were no arrow holes in the hides, or any signs of damage, which were rare and of superior quality, but the price of trafficking was much cheaper than ordinary hides.

“Buy if you want, leave if you don't, don't block the sun.” Li Qingshan was too lazy to make up a lie and explain it to strangers. He closed his eyes and practiced.

The surrounding people had already spread a circle, but they did not leave. Instead, more and more people were gathering, and the voices of the various debates were clearly in their ears.

“Isn't this the hunter of Le Mars?” “How many lives do I have if I don't see Le Ma Zhuang?“ ”

“Le Marjorie!” Li Qingshan's heart moved, even though it was based on his lonely indifference, this place is also like Lei Guangle. This is one of the villages around Pai Xi town, extremely deep into 100,000 mountains. The villages are inhabited by generations of hunters who depend on hunting, no wonder they have that kind of temperament.

In comparison to villages such as Woniu Village, which are predominantly farming villages, Le Ma Zhuang's folk winds are much more fierce, fighting wild animals in the mountains every day, and practicing some generations of martial arts, not only refuse to obey the control of Qingyang City, but also never pay taxes.

Some people in Qingyang City tried to send troops to recruit here, but before they got to the village, they encountered numerous traps and arrows. They finally arrived in the village. Half the men and horses had been lost, the morale of the large army was low, and the commandeering general of the army was the only one who escaped to Qingyang City.

As a result, the village's original name was forgotten and turned into "Le Ma Chateau”.

It is conceivable how proud the people of a village can be to bring home the army. A half-aged teenager wants to fight it, no doubt with an egg strike stone.

"These animal skins, you can't sell them here! ”

“Why?” Li Qingshan opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to gleam.

Reminds the young people of the beasts in the mountains, their eyes glowing in the dark, instinctive vigilance, but they are not afraid, they are hunters fighting the beasts, and look at Li Qingshan dressed as a farmer, even more despised in his heart: “I won't let you sell!” Reach out and lift Li Qingshan's stall.

A big, rough hand, iron lock to hold the young man's hand, actually a little stinging.

The young man was astonished: "This guy has so much strength.” But he didn't slow down, his left fist slammed Li Qingshan's face door.

His companions had no intention of joining hands, but watched with cold eyes, showing great confidence and some with a contemptuous smile on their faces.

Speaking of which, this was Li Qingshan's first real confrontation, Liu Zhiqiao had no strength to resist in drunkenness, and the goddess was even more agitated by the haunted fog.

The fist rush came out of the sky, giving no time to think, but many days of practice worked. Li Qingshan's subconscious bias dodged, stepped on the ground to the right, and his body leaned forward.

Centered around the spine, shaking all over the muscles, merged together, a mountain of iron leaning against the young man.

Iron Mountain Lean is a very common technique in boxing. It is also found in "Bull Demon Fist". At the same time, it combines the three main techniques.

The bull demon steps on the floor, fixes his heel, and starts from the ground. Bovine Demonic Skin, Strong Body, Non-Aggressive. The bull demon's top horn, as a bull's horn, hits out, all the moves are in one piece.

Green cow lay in the back and nodded satisfactorily.

The young man was terrified, as if a running bull were coming at him, his chest ached, he flew out and fell into the crowd, his skeleton was like a scaffold.

The discussion of the surrounding crowd stopped, and several of the young people's companions, too, corrupted and angry.

Li Qingshan's look grew more cautious, one-on-one and more than one pair are completely different things. Unless there are too many power gaps, double-fisting is invincible. A strong bull is surrounded by a group of fierce hunting dogs, and only a piece of flesh is pulled to death.

At a dangerous juncture, that slight qi became active and swam to Li Qingshan Jingjing's eyes. He only felt that the movements of those few suddenly slowed down, so that even the angry expression on their faces could be clearly seen.