Little: "Hunting chief, your body!"
"My body has recovered. Have the people of the Black Wind stronghold and the Dragon's Gate sect left?"
"They still refuse to leave. They insist on seeing the stronghold master."
"Just say I'm heavily ill, so it's inconvenient for me to see him. If anyone dares to barge in, don't hold back. Shoot them dead!" Huang Binghu placed his hands on the stove.
"How bold of you, hunting chief Huang. You want to shoot even my people dead?" A voice suddenly rang out from outside. The door shattered, and a fierce gust of wind swept in. A refined, middle-aged man with a sword hanging from his waist stood at the entrance. However, his gaze was as sharp as a sword, flickering with light. He was not as gentle as he seemed on the surface.
Huang Binghu dared not tarry either. He leapt up and clasped his fist. "Sect master Yang, long time no see!"
Within a radius of fifty kilometers, there was only a single person who could be referred to as a sect master. He was the sect master of the Dragon's Gate sect, Yang Anzhi. His Dragon's Gate sword style was renowned, and his movement technique was wondrous. In terms of martial arts alone, he could be regarded as the greatest in Qingyang.
If the descendants of the nearby large sects and clans wanted to practise martial arts, they would all be sent to the Dragon's Gate sect. When the descendants of these aristocrats gathered together, it was inevitable for them to be arrogant and despotic, but at the same time, they were an extremely great organisation.
Speaking of which, even the orthodox organisations of Qingyang, Yang Anzhi studied Huang Binghu. "You really have recovered. No wonder even the elders of my sect refuse to see you. I'll cut to the chase. Where's the spiritual ginseng?"
Yang Anzhi said, "I've never seen any spiritual ginseng before. Does sect master Yang want to take advantage of my Drawn Reins village because there's no one here?" Several dozen hunting bows pointed at Yang Anzhi. The hunters in the village had already reacted.
Yang Anzhi said, "If you have another Stone Splitter bow, you might be able to make me stay. Why don't you try, hunting chief Huang?"
Huang Binghu squinted his eyes. "What are you trying to say?"
Yang Anzhi said, "Stronghold master Xiong is right outside. Your Stone Splitter bow killed his third boss. Do you want to provoke us as well?"
Huang Binghu sneered loudly, "The mighty leader of the righteous path of Qingyang is actually working together with the most vicious bandit leader. Do you really not care about your dignity at all? That's right, I forgot, there's no difference between the two of you. You're all bullying the weak and the kind. In fact, Sect Master Yang is better at making money! "
Anger flashed across Yang Anzhi's face, and he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. However, the sounds of bowstrings being pulled taut around him made him stop. He coldly threatened, "Hunting Chief Huang may not be afraid, but if a battle really breaks out, I want to see how many people in this manor will survive."
Huang Binghu said, "I've already eaten the Spirit Ginseng. Sect Master Yang, even if you say anything more ruthless, you can't take it back."
Yang Anzhi said, "The Spiritual Ginseng really is in your hands. Don't try to trick me. The Spiritual Ginseng is not something that can be digested in a day, nor can it be kept for yourself. You've already used it for so long. If you hand it over now, I might help you fend off the Black Wind stronghold for your sake."
Huang Binghu said, "I said I ate it, so I ate it. If hunting chief doesn't believe me, feel free to snatch it!"
The bowstrings were fully drawn and the swords were unsheathed. A great battle was about to begin.
At the side, Xiao Hei suddenly said, "We've never seen any Spirit Ginseng before. Our hunting chief's illness was cured because he drank the wine that Li Qingshan gave him. If you want to find someone, go find him!"
Yang Anzhi's eyes lit up. Huang Binghu flew into a rage and shouted, "Shut up!"
Xiao Hei hardened his tone and said, "Hunting chief, he's just an outsider. He gave you the Spirit Wine and took the Stone Splitter bow. We don't owe them anything, so why risk our lives to protect him? I'm just thinking for the manor!"
Yang Anzhi smiled and said, "So that's how it is. I've wronged Brother Huang. No wonder that brat's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. I'll take my leave now." He used his Qing Gong and floated away. If Li Qingshan was here, he would know that this person's Qing Gong was ten times better than his son Yang Jun and his group of disciples.
The hunters did not dare to shoot without orders. Yang Anzhi said from afar, "Hunting chief Huang is indeed good at managing his subordinates. The disciples of the manor always consider the bigger picture."
Huang Binghu's expression became even more unsightly. The leader of any faction had to have absolute authority. As long as he made a decision, regardless of whether it was right or wrong, his subordinates would not easily disobey.
"Li Qingshan saved my life before. He gave me the Spirit Wine despite the risk. He trusted me. Otherwise, no one would know that he had the Spirit Ginseng. You're setting me up for injustice."
Xiao Hei knelt down and said, "Xiao Hei is willing to accept death!"
The group of hunters gathered around and advised, "Hunting chief, Xiao Hei is doing this for the sake of the manor!" "So many days have passed, and Qingshan has already escaped to who knows where. There's no need for us to resist."
Li Qingshan looked at the large man who scrambled off to report the situation before looking at the trembling man at the entrance. He asked in confusion, "Am I that scary?"
The man left behind could only blame himself for being too slow, allowing his companion to beat him to it. As for whether he was scary or not, he dared not answer the question. All he knew was that the young man before him had personally killed several dozen mountain bandits. He had even obtained inside information that he had tortured and killed the famous third boss of the Black Wind stronghold in Qingyang to death. If a person like that was not scary, what was scary?
One was a ferocious-looking man of the jianghu in his thirties. Any regular person would feel fear when they saw him, while the other was a fifteen-year-old boy who still had not shed his childishness. He did not seem ferocious at all.
However, when the former saw the latter, it was like a mouse seeing a cat. It was rather strange. Li Qingshan suddenly understood that his reputation had already been established. Although it had started with the rather unpleasant nickname of 'Descended Tiger', it was enough to deter thieves and robbers.
A while later, Li Long came out to receive him. When he saw Li Qingshan, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He was afraid to make eye contact with him. He thought of the bloody scene he had seen in the mountains a few days ago, and an unsuppressable fear rose up in his heart.
He smiled unnaturally and said, "I- it's Qingshan. Our sect master invites you!"
Li Qingshan followed him in and made his way around the screen wall with the word "martial" written on it. He passed through the courtyard and arrived in the training grounds. All he saw were two rows of bare-chested men, welcoming him. However, their expressions were unfriendly.
The sect master of the Iron Fist, Liu Hong, sat boldly on the armchair and said sternly, "You're the Descended Tiger, Li Qingshan?"
Li Qingshan frowned. Both because of this display of might and because of his nickname of the Descended Tiger, if someone told him right now that he could get a better nickname as long as he killed someone, he would definitely charge over and finish them off without the slightest hesitation.
"The sect master is asking you a question!" The man closest to Liu Hong called out loudly. His muscles bulged and were covered in tattoos. His temples bulged slightly, clearly a master of both internal and external martial arts.
Li Qingshan estimated that this person's strength surpassed the third boss. No wonder he was bold enough to speak to him like that. The Iron Fist was able to reign supreme in Qingyang city, so they definitely had something up their sleeves.
Li Long said in a hurry, "Please calm down, first senior brother. Qingshan is from the village. He's inexperienced." Then he tugged on Li Qingshan's sleeve. "Why don't you greet my master?"
Li Qingshan clasped his hands casually. "Greetings, old hero Liu!" However, he did not show much respect. Liu Hong frowned, and the disciples of the Iron Fist on both sides became furious.
Li Long blamed him for being insensible. You've already offended the Black Wind stronghold. Only by asking master to make a decision and then getting Huang Binghu of the Drawn Reins village to step forward can you settle this. Master is a mighty second-rate master. Isn't he worth a bow from you?
"This is our first senior brother. People in the jianghu call him …" Li Qingshan waved his hand and interrupted him. "There's no need to remember the name of a small fry." He was not an impolite person, but someone had been impolite to him first, so he definitely would not be polite.
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