Legend of the Great Saint

“Headhunting, that's not necessary.” Other hunters rushed to dissuade.

Li Qingshan was also surprised. He wanted to give himself a bow, which meant more than just a bow. He refused: "Hunting heads, gentlemen don't take away the good. I dare not accept this color head, you have the right to take me for a joke! ”

Huang Si Tiger gently caressed the bow and said to himself: “This fissile bow has been following me for many years. I have used it to help me break into some famous names on the river and lake. Now that I don't have many days, pick a good master for him. ”

“I hear you suspect that Grandpa's bow is too light. This cleft stone bow is an iron fetus bow. The bow has three stones, and the common martial arts people cannot use it. No, don't slow down.” Huang Si Tiger pushed the fissile stone bow to Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan grabbed his bow and felt a deep feeling in his hand. He remembered the day when the yellow sick tiger stood on the stone, killing people like a dog.

Yes, this bow is not suitable for hunting, but more suitable for battlefield fights and is a real murder weapon.

Finger twisting bowstring, mixed with wire, extremely sharp, the usual person had to wear a ring to use it, but he was relying on cow demon skin to refine it and didn't care.

Huang Si Tiger had a hidden intention to be alone. Although not explicitly stated, everyone in the room could see it, but no one spoke out against it. This was not only the threat of Huang Si Tiger, but Li Qingshan also proved his strength in front of everyone.

It is not necessary to ask whether Li Qingshan has the ability to commander, or whether the villagers are obedient, and obedience to the strong is human instinct. Like the wolves, Le Mazhuang is a wolf group. Huang Si Tiger wants Li Qingshan to replace him as a wolf king.

It was also his decision that took him a long time to consider. Le Ma Zhuangsu came not to be seen by the official government. He and Shanwangzhuang also had a death vendetta. It seemed like a powerful wind, but the crisis was real. Although there was Junjie in the village, no one could live in the scene. Only Li Qingshan could do it.

Li Qingshan held a cleft rock bow and felt like a dream. A few months ago, he was still the least visible and the meanest cowboy in Wagyu Village.

A few months later, he had the chance to be the head of the famous Le Mars estate, but he didn't accept: "Head hunter, I've taken this bow, thank you for your love, but this time, I'm here to quit. ”

As it was said, everyone felt that Li Qingshan was too ignorant of the lift. Even if Huang Si Tiger understood the power and potential of Li Qingshan, he was rejected in front of so many people and his face was not very pretty.

“But I don't want it for nothing.” Li Qingshan went back to the house, took out a small bottle of wine and gave it to Huang Si Hu: “This is the medicine and wine my master left behind, maybe it will cure your illness. ”

“Are you... are you serious?” When this big thing happened, the yellow tiger was also a little excited, and the others boiled.

Li Qingshan smiled: “Try it.” This is the spiritual liquor that spiritual ginseng has soaked up. Although he does not have access to medicine, he also knows about the disease of the yellow tiger. He was born weak, and his years of practice depleted his source and was supported by internal strength.

This disease, which is an incurable condition for any medical saint, is an innate handicap that cannot be remedied by any Ginseng. But Spiritual Ginseng brought his own innate atmosphere to save his life.

Huang Si Tiger sipped the spirit wine, then sat on his luck, but for a moment, a silky white air appeared over his head, the original waxy yellow face restored red moisture, and after a long time opened his eyes.

“Head hunter, what do you think?” The hunters asked.

Huang Si Tiger couldn't believe touching his chest: “I feel much better.” It's better than ever, as if it was back in its youth.

With a shout of cheer, many hunters shed tears. Many people who were hostile to Li Qingshan's exclusion turned their attitudes and shook his hand. Many thanks and gratitude to him.

Li Qingshan yang a cleft rock bow: “That bow makes me disrespectful. ”

Huang Si Tiger's face was slight: “Um... Qingshan... can you change the color...” When he escaped from the dead, he couldn't stand the “old man” anymore.

“Don't think about it!” Li Qingshan categorically refused: “How can a man in the mountain easily repent when he speaks like a mountain? ”

“All right then!” Huang Si Tiger looked bitter, causing others to laugh for a while, rarely seeing their hunting heads look like this.

“Aoyama, can you go back? ”

“I just went to Woniu Village to see if there was anything else that wasn't packed properly, and I had to find a place to practice martial arts to see if I could make a breakthrough. ”

In these days, Li Qingshan felt that he had touched the knack of "Bull Demon Fist" and was ready to repair it alone, so as to repair the "power of one bull", he would no longer have to stay in the mountain forest. He could go to the outside world to see.

Remember yesterday's fat man, who called himself the Qingyang County Order. He wants to fulfill his agreement with Xiao An. Although he doesn't know how far south Xiao An is from here, he has to take the first step.

“Another breakthrough?!” Huang Si Tiger has long felt that today Li Qingshan, compared to the previous days, has changed his appearance, the whole person's energy God has greatly improved, the speed of this progress is horrifying.

But in a blink of an eye, he said he needed to make another breakthrough. I can't help but think of Li Qingshan once said that he was going to become a “innate master”. At that time, he was just paying one, and now I suddenly feel that maybe he could really do it.

“But the prey you hunted?” The harvest of Li Qingshan these days is almost catching up with the harvest of the entire village.

“I don't want any of that next to me, as long as the tiger bones on that tiger, and, I want you to collect some tiger bones for me, I'm going to make some medicine and I'm going to buy it at the market price. ”

The reason he chased the tiger was not just to show his face in the house. Instead, Qingniu told him that when he stayed in "Bull Demon Fist" and practiced the power of one bull, he could start practicing "Tiger Demon Fist Bone Fist", he needed to use another medicine wine, the most core of which, like ginseng, is precious but not uncommon, which is tiger bone.

Hunters and tigers are enemies of each other. Individual hunters are afraid of tigers, but if there are tigers too fierce, they must be massive mountain searches, setting many traps. Beasts, though fierce, can't beat humans. There should be no small number of tiger bones accumulated in Le Ma estate.

Huang Si Tiger said: "Or is it the prescription left by your master? ”

“Yes.”

“Aren't you generous enough that I'm a small-time Le Mars man? I can make you some wine, but can we use those two prescriptions? ”

Huang Si Tiger secretly tried Li Qingshan's cube. The medicine and liquor soaked up is certainly much better than the medicine and liquor used in the original village. There is no need to buy anything from outsiders at all. They can gather everything in the estate. If they use it to raise their children, it won't be long before the strength of Le Ma Zhuang can go up to the next level.

Li Qingshan had no choice. Those two prescriptions were only transitional items. There was nothing particularly precious about them. It would be fine to give them to others, and it would save him the trouble of making his own alcoholic beverages. It was also considered both beautiful.

He handed over the prescription to the yellow tiger, then took the fissile stone bow, crossed the green cow, and slowly left.

Until Li Qingshan's figure disappeared in the corner of a mountain lane, Tibetan grandfather whispered to Huang Si Tiger: “Hunting head, why didn't you just leave him? The spiritual ginseng eight achievements on him. Most of the wine you drink is spiritual ginseng bubbled out, and the spiritual ginseng is mostly in the gourd between his waist. ”

Li Qingshan never mentioned spiritual ginseng, but in the eyes of this experienced old hunter, too many traces have been revealed. And these things, for the yellow tiger who used to walk on the river and lake, would only look clearer and clearer.

Huang Si Tiger looked at Li Qingshan's disappearing highway and remained silent for a long time. He turned back and said: “After all, we are not like those gatherers, are we? ”

“Yes, head hunter! ”