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Chapter 20

Words:1851Update:22/06/25 06:05:55

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This was probably not just the power of that sliver of zhenqi, but also the miraculous effect of Oxen's Tears.

He ducked and dodged a punch. Ox Demon Butts its Horns. His fists struck out and knocked down another young hunter.

But at the same time, a hunter had already circled behind him and punched fiercely at Li Qingshan's back. The other two young hunters grabbed Li Qingshan's waist, one on the left and one on the right, and slammed him to the ground.

They spent their days hunting in the mountains and were well-versed in encirclement techniques. They were definitely not boorish men who fought on the streets. Even though Li Qingshan could defeat any one of them, he was instantly at a disadvantage.

Seeing that it was too late to block, Li Qingshan focused all of his mental thoughts on his back. That sliver of zhenqi flowed with his heart. The muscles on his back twisted together, and a small bulge could be faintly seen.

A heavy punch landed on Li Qingshan's back, but it was like hitting tough leather. All of the power dissipated as that bulge of muscle flattened. Other than a tremble from Li Qingshan's body, there was nothing else out of the ordinary.

At the same time, the two hunters who had grabbed Li Qingshan's waist felt as if Li Qingshan's body was rooted to the ground. They could not move him at all. The three of them had used up all of their strength, and their momentum immediately weakened.

Li Qingshan, who had suffered three heavy blows, had already recovered his breath. With a roar, his elbows dropped down.

The Ox Demon Butts its Horns in Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength emphasized that, other than the fists and feet, the entire body could be used as horns. Elbows were the most powerful horns.

The two hunters felt a sharp pain in their backs. They wanted to vomit blood and lay on the ground involuntarily.

Li Qingshan suddenly turned around and pounced at the hunter who had ambushed him from behind. He punched him in the chest and knocked him to the ground.

The surrounding people were dazzled by what they saw. They only saw that the young man, who was at a disadvantage, beat the five men of the Drawn Reins Village to the ground in just a few moves. They were all astonished.

Li Qingshan looked at the five hunters who were groaning in pain on the ground, and then looked at his own hands. It was as if he could not believe that he had done this. His strength had unknowingly reached this level.

But before he could rejoice, a large group of hunters suddenly rushed out with their hunting bows and knives drawn. They surrounded Li Qingshan with fierce eyes.

For this gathering in Cypress Creek Town, the Drawn Reins village did not just send a few people. There were more than twenty of them, and they brought the entire village's accumulated fur goods. Just Now, those few young hunters were just juniors who had followed their elders to see the world.

Seeing that they couldn't sell their goods, and hearing that someone was selling animal hides for cheap, they all rushed over together to find trouble with Li Qingshan. However, he didn't expect that Li Qingshan would be taught a lesson instead of looking for trouble.

Naturally, the elders would not sit idly by and do nothing. They quickly reacted and surrounded Li Qingshan. The dozen or so hunting bows were drawn, and the aura that exploded in an instant, made him feel like a trapped beast that had fallen into a trap. His life and death were in the hands of others, and he actually felt a sense of despair.

Compared to this, the "Feast at Hongmen" at Steward Liu's house was like playing house. His mind was also as tense as a bowstring. He suddenly recognized the other party's identity. They were hunters for a living. Their expertise was not in their fists, but in the hunting bows in their hands. His Ox Demon Forges its Hide could block fists, but it definitely could not block sharp bows and arrows.

At this critical juncture, he calmly pulled out the thick steel knife at his waist. His eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a way to escape. He didn't expect that selling animal hides would also cause such a disaster. Although he was unwilling, he might have to kill someone in the middle of the town and carve out a path of blood.

"Did you do this?" A strong man with a sickly face and a large bow on his back stood in the middle of the hunters and asked in a loud voice.

Li Qingshan replied, "I did it!"

The man studied Li Qingshan in some surprise. If regular people saw this, their limbs would become weak from fright, yet this kid was so young, yet he was so calm. Just his mental fortitude was far greater than all the juniors in the village.

He asked the short hunter that Li Qingshan had sent flying with the Iron Mountain Lean, "Xiao Hei, what's going on?"

"Hunting chief, this kid has probably ruined our business!" Xiao Hei struggled to his feet.

The crowd fell into an uproar, "Isn't the hunting chief of the Drawn Reins village?" "It's Huang Binghu!"

The so-called hunting chief was equivalent to the village head, but it was different from Crouching Ox village, where old people held power. Those who could become hunting chief in the Drawn Reins village were all the strongest men in the village. They were in charge of all matters related to hunting in the village.

As for Huang Binghu, he was the current hunting chief of the Drawn Reins village. He was a renowned figure, and Li Qingshan had heard of him a long time ago as well. However, he had never thought it would be the sickly man before him. He finally understood the origins of the name "Sickly Tiger".

A person's reputation was like a tree's shadow. Li Qingshan obviously felt a heavy pressure inside, but he was no longer the Li Qingshan of the past. He sneered, "You came to ruin my business without saying anything, and now you're slandering me, saying that I've ruined your business. The Drawn Reins village really is tyrannical."

Huang Binghu's face sank. He yelled, "Why don't you get up? You can't even defeat a single person in a group, yet you still have the face to lie on the ground and cry out in pain. Are you still worthy of being men of the Drawn Reins village?"

Li Qingshan knew he had not gone easy on them, but under Huang Binghu's order, the five young hunters actually managed to stand up by themselves. Apart from their sturdy bodies, they felt great reverence towards Huang Binghu.

Huang Binghu raised his hand, and all the hunters put away their sabers and bows. "We were in the wrong in this matter, but brat, you shouldn't have been so heavy-handed!"

"If I hadn't been heavy-handed, the one lying here right now would be mine."

"It's rare for us to go down the mountain to sell furs. The daily necessities of the entire village depend on it. It's fine if you sell according to the market price, but this method of selling is messing up the market price, greatly harming us."

Li Qingshan was silent. This was something he had not expected at the start. Naturally, he could say that it was his business how he sold it, but with Huang Binghu's reputation, he had admitted that he was in the wrong in front of everyone, and had spoken with reason and evidence. He had not used his numbers to oppress him, so he was not willing to argue and pester him endlessly.

If the other party really wanted to kill him, he would not just sit and wait for death.

Huang Binghu said, "I'll buy all of these furs!" A hunter came forward to pay the money and put away all the furs.

The people in the surroundings all clicked their tongues in praise of Huang Binghu's loyalty. Li Qingshan was rather surprised. He glanced at the bag of money handed to him. "There's no need!" He turned around and tidied up the ox cart. He did not rely on these furs to make a living in the first place. The other party was so generous, so if he haggled over every ounce, he would instead be looked down upon.

The admiration in Huang Binghu's eyes deepened. He watched as Li Qingshan disappeared into the crowd and said to the people around him, "I like this kid. Does anyone know his origins?"

A farmer said carefully, "He seems to be Li Erlang of the Crouching Ox village!"

Many people in the surroundings had actually heard of him before. They all said, "No wonder!"

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