Danfang resident, outside the hospital
The heavy snow gradually stopped, and scattered snowflakes were still flying in the air, as if they did not want to contaminate the smelly land under their feet.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the trees swayed, and large snowflakes fell from the branches.
A strong gust of wind blew in my face, blowing my clothes and making a loud sound, mixed with a fishy smell.
A huge black shadow came through the snow.
The yellow and white markings alternate, the word "王" on the forehead is eye-catching, and the evil spirit blows towards his face.
A tiger stood upright, nearly two feet tall!
It is extremely majestic, and you can feel the powerful demonic aura even before you get close. When you get closer, the aura of the late third level is even more overwhelming.
Not inferior to Hu Chen at all, even better!
"See Commander Hu Hong!" Jun Changan struggled to get up, then took the lead and knelt down with a plop, with a hint of crying in his voice.
"See you, Marshal!" When the other monks saw this, they all knelt down and worshiped, and there was a crowd outside the courtyard.
"Xiuying, hurry up, kneel down!" Lu Youan buried his head deeply in his knees, pulling on the woman next to him, urging in a low voice.
"Do you think that if you kneel down, the other party will let you go?" Su Xiuying showed disdain on her face. Not only did she not kneel, but her body became straighter.
In an instant, there were only three human monks left standing on the field.
Su Xiuying, Xiao Yezi, and Yang Zhen.
The young man was confused.
It has been less than two hours since the accident happened in the main hall. As far as he knew, the tiger monster's residence was more than three hundred miles away!
How did it come so quickly?
Could it be that kites also send messages between monsters and beasts?
At that time, there was no one alive in the hall. Where did this old demon tiger get the message?
Soon, he got his answer.
A flying sword came staggeringly from a distance, with a person standing on the flying sword.
Peaceful left!
This 200-year-old foundation-building monk came outside the hospital amidst the bewildered eyes of everyone, with a hint of pride on his panting face.
Scanning the whole place, I was shocked to find the standing young man, with some dodges in his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gritted his teeth and said:
"Master Hushuai, that kid is Yang Zhen! It was him who was so treasonous that he killed Master Huchen and the manager!"
The demon tiger's stern gaze fell on the young man.
"Are you Yang Zhen?" The voice was muffled and hoarse.
Yang Zhen cupped her hands and said, "That's right."
"I heard from Hu Chen that an unidentified human boy came to the island two months ago. He is good at refining elixirs, especially high-grade bone-strengthening elixirs. Is he talking about you?"
"Exactly."
"Hey," the demon tiger sighed: "This kid Huchen is good at everything, but he is too conceited. I have told it many times that humans cannot be trusted, but it always doesn't listen. Now it's better, it's finally been You cunning human beings have calculated that if you lose your life, you deserve to die——"
"Bah, you deserve it!" it suddenly shouted loudly, with deep sorrow and indignation in its tone.
"Boy, just surrender and hand over your accomplice, I will spare your body!"
Its clamor was only met with sarcasm from the boy's mouth.
"Seeking death!" The old demon tiger was furious, and he suddenly stepped forward, with ten sharp claws about half a foot long protruding from his palms, shining with a cold light.
When it was only two feet away from Yang Zhen, the demon tiger jumped up high and crossed its sharp claws, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
So fast, so powerful!
Yang Zhen felt white lights flashing in front of her eyes, and she felt dizzy in her mind. She screamed in her heart that it was not good, and she pushed hard on her feet and retreated quickly.
It's just that his speed couldn't match that of the demon tiger in the late third level. In an instant, the sharp claws had reached his chest. After a burst of severe pain, a foot-long and half-inch-deep blood groove had been cut in his lower abdomen, and blood was gushing out. !
"The commander is mighty!" Several voices cheered, including Jun Changan, Zuo Pingan, Lu Youan and others.
However, in Yaohu's heart, he was more surprised than happy!
Thinking about it, not only would this blow cut this guy into two pieces, it would at least disembowel him and severely injure him!
Unexpectedly, it couldn't even penetrate his skin!
What a powerful body!
At this time, Yang Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief.
This old demon tiger may be better than the handsome tiger in terms of momentum, but there is a big difference in strength. The real level is only in the middle of the third level. It should be because he is approaching his old age and has poor Qi and blood.
It was easier to deal with than he thought.
However, even so, this is not an opponent he can match. At that moment, he took advantage of the gap of five to six feet that was swept away by the wind of the demon tiger's palm, endured the severe pain, turned around and ran away.
"Boy, don't even think about escaping!" the old demon tiger shouted angrily and started to chase after him.
The ground shook and snowflakes flew everywhere.
A palm-sized formation disk flew out from the young man's body and landed on the ground, instantly forming a mist of several tens of feet.
The demon tiger was unafraid and plunged in.
Roaring sounds continued to come from the snow and fog, and there was a faint purple light flashing.
The phantom formation can only stop the enemy. Since the young man is trapped in it and has fought against the demon tiger, no one thinks that he still has the possibility of winning.
Jun Changan felt relieved. The powerful and heavy crosscut of the demon tiger just now, as well as the tragic sight of the young man dripping with blood, made him feel very confident.
Looking around, not far away, Zuo Ping'an's satisfied look fell into his eyes.
Jun Changan frowned secretly, raised his hand, and said, "Come here!"
Zuo Ping'an walked quickly, came to the deputy manager, and said flatteringly: "Master Manager, it doesn't matter whether you are injured or not. I have some healing pills here..."
Jun Changan waved his hand. He had already prepared such elixirs in his storage bag and had taken them just now, so there was no need for Zuo to express his concern.
"Where did this sword in your hand come from? Show it to me."
The smile on Zuo Pingan's face froze, and he hesitated for a long time and was speechless.
"Huh?" Jun Changan raised his white eyebrows, with a bit of displeasure on his face, and he was ready to show off his foundation-building momentum.
Zuo Ping'an didn't dare to delay any longer, and handed over the flying sword with great reluctance.
Jun Changan grabbed it, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, he couldn't help being shocked!
Although this is a second-level mid-grade flying sword, in terms of workmanship, materials, and additional spells, it is not inferior to the Jinyun Sword in his hand!
Even the flexibility and convenience of mana operation are even better!
"Where does this thing come from?"
Unless it is a gift from Master Hu Hong, otherwise, he must snatch this treasure away!
"This is a gift from Yang, Yang Zhen. It was because he gave the sword to the little one to fly back that the little one became suspicious and went to the mountain hall to check and found a lot of blood, so he went to report the tiger handsome……"
Zuo Pingan explained intermittently.
Jun Changan did not listen carefully to what was said behind him. A burst of ecstasy surged into his heart. He said coldly with a straight face:
"Since it belongs to that kid, I will collect it for you, haha!"
no respond.
He snorted coldly and looked at the other party sideways: "Why, are you dissatisfied?"
Zuo Ping'an still didn't make a sound, his eyes were straight, looking behind him numbly.
Not only him, but all the monks in the venue looked behind him in stunned silence.
Jun Changan shuddered, and an ominous premonition flashed through him. He slowly turned around and looked into the distance.
A young man is stepping out of the snow and fog!
Behind him, dragging a huge tiger carcass!
ps: Looking back, I saw that there were some problems with Zuo Pingan's character in the previous chapter. I will try to make up for it in the next chapter.
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