[White Tiger Holy Beast Skill]
From the name, you can tell that this is not an ordinary technique on the street.
I'm done!
Tang Wen's eyes flickered, like a senior prostitute who finally came to the imperial private room in heaven and earth and met the love of the day.
Seeing that he was serious, Hu Qi was speechless: "Since the advent of this technique, there are thousands of people in my tribe practicing it openly or secretly. But without exception, they are all crazy. Moreover, after practicing it to the depths "
"How about it?"
"When you practice deeply, you will feel like a white tiger!"
There seemed to be thunder flashing through Hu Qi's golden pupils, which was full of warning.
Tang Wen suddenly understood: "So the White Tiger Holy Beast Technique, including meditation and visualization methods, is a complete set, right?"
The white tiger belongs to the wind and can make himself faster.
"According to my warning, you didn't listen to a word of it?"
"I understand what Seventh Sister means, but I am different from others."
Hu Qi nodded fiercely: "Yes, every crazy fool thinks so. They all think that they are unique and can definitely master it, and then they go crazy as soon as they practice."
Tang Wen: "...Seventh Sister, believe me, I am really different from those people."
He couldn't explain the existence of the Experience Panel.
Hu Qi swallowed the remaining chicken whole into his mouth and said vaguely: "Ah yes yes yes!
I believe in you, you are much more talented than those idiots, they only practiced for three years before they died.
You have extraordinary talent. I believe you will break this record in half a year!
If you start practicing now, you may not be eighteen when you die.
Gee, how do you say that? Die young, right? "
Tang Wen was speechless.
Forget it, there's no point in talking to it.
Let's see if we can sleep and convince Saint Hulan.
Well, speaking of which, I haven't chatted with her in the past two days.
Tang Wen took out the [Concentric Mirror], which contained several messages from Hu Lan.
"Wen'er, the little white tiger was born. He's very cute and eats very cutely. He has a little golden pheasant in one bite."
"It snowed in the afternoon, the first snow of the year"
"The cumin barbecue tastes very good. If we send a few barbecue masters here, the people will be too clumsy to learn how to cook."
"I feel the bottleneck of the sixth grade, you have to work harder"
"..."
Looking at a series of messages.
Tang Wen raised the corners of his mouth, as if a fisherman had seen a good harvest in the fish pond.
Everyone knows that relationships begin with small talk.
Except for the title "Wen'er", Tang Wen was very satisfied with Hu Lan.
However, it is not good to be too plain. It should be ambiguous.
He didn't want to be Hu Lan's best friend.
After thinking for a while, he used his mental power to outline the appearance of a small white tiger.
The word "LAN" is written on the forehead of the little white tiger.
Then he used himself as a model to outline the image of a cartoon character.
The combination of the two gave an expression like [a little boy hugging a little white tiger and kissing it fiercely].
Then he cleared his throat and left a message in a lazy voice, telling how he took Wujia City and what battles he encountered.
Finally, it was natural to mention the [Strong Bull Demon Statue], [White Tiger Sacred Beast Skill], and Hu Qi’s ridicule to him.
Hu Qi's sarcastic worry was especially detailed.
Hu Lan was busy and did not reply.
Tang Wen is not the kind of licking dog who waits eagerly for a woman to reply to messages and checks his phone thirteen times in five minutes.
Putting away the mirror, he looked at Hu Qi:
"Seventh sister. I wonder if we can contact Huli and the others in the city?"
"Poof", Hu Qi spit out the chicken head. The roasted chicken head without the comb was like a discarded stone. It clattered and fell into the dog bowl at the entrance of the courtyard.
A piece of black animal skin paper floated from Bai Hu's body: "If you want to inform me, write it down and burn it."
Tang Wen was very curious and reached out to take the animal skin paper. The paper felt cold to the touch, as if it had been frozen in the ice and snow.
"Writing it down and then burning it will work?"
Hu Qi was eating fried chicken and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Tang Wen was dubious, so he took out pen and ink and wrote about the Huang family's son-in-law, a newly promoted senior fifth-grade man, who sent people to attack his territory, with the purpose of asking for support.
After he finished writing, Hu Qi glanced at him and curled his lips disdainfully: "You are too cautious. You are only a fifth-grade senior, why do you still need to ask for help? You use stealth, and we will go over together. Once we meet, I will kill him. Life."
Tang Wen dried the writing on it, took out a fire stick, burned the animal skin and murmured casually: "Be careful with the ten thousand year ship, just in case this Huang family's son-in-law is a master who hides his strength and is already halfway to the fourth level. Do you just like to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?"
Bai Hu suddenly turned his head and glared at Tang Wen.
A pair of tiger eyes were doubtful, and his tone was a little nervous: "A son-in-law will be a half-step fourth grade?"
You must know that in martial arts in the world, martial arts disciples, warriors, and martial arts masters are respectively ranked at No. 1, Ninth, and Eighth.
This is a proper lower third rank. Although there are many warriors in the world, most of them are lower third rank.
Extraordinary, Gangwu, and Shenwu are ranked seventh, sixth, and fifth ranks, and they are the middle third rank.
At the seventh level, when a warrior awakens, his combat power changes dramatically.
Level 5 masters can even destroy cities and mountains.
And the fourth level higher up - the realm of magical powers.
It is not something that ordinary people can covet. Going from fifth grade to fourth grade is an even more terrifying qualitative change.
From a martial artist to an extraordinary person, it can be considered a qualitative change.
But Chaofanzhen was surrounded by ten or twenty martial arts masters, and the two sides fought to the death, possibly losing their lives.
In the same way, ten or twenty seventh-grade people may not be able to kill sixth-grade people...
But it won't work no matter how many people go up to the fourth rank against the fifth rank.
Don't talk about whether you can gather dozens of fifth-level masters to find fourth-level masters to fight for their lives. Even if there are so many people who are not afraid of death, they can't threaten the opponent.
Just like how fast the cavalry charges and how many people there are, it can't stop a modern main battle tank!
Hu Qi was still muttering to himself: "That's not right! Doesn't this son-in-law's wife also have a male pet at home? Can you capable males tolerate this?"
Tang Wen quickly interrupted with a dry cough: "I mean if, if, I don't mean that he is really half-step fourth grade!"
Hu Qi looked over with an unkind look.
Tang Wen lowered his head and exclaimed: "Why can't you light it? Sister Qi, your method is not working!"
"Ha! I asked you to burn characters, but who asked you to order animal skins?"
"Huh? Burning characters?" He was stunned, and moved the fire stick gently in his hand, and the flames licked the writing on the animal skin.
After a while, wisps of green smoke came out.
The green smoke condensed but never dispersed, hovering above the head three feet high.
The writing on the animal skin was dried, crackled, turned into black smoke, and disappeared.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the green smoke dissipated, and the animal skin was completely blank. It felt warm but not hot to the touch.
Tang Wen vaguely felt that the animal skin seemed to be a little thinner.
"Seventh sister, what is the principle of this?"
Hu Qi didn't even raise his head: "You kid, you are good at everything, but you are too cautious! The fourth grade is not a pheasant running in the mountains, how can you say that there is one?"
It lowers its head to eat chicken and talks about him left and right.
"Ah Qi, you don't know, do you?" Tang Wen narrowed his eyes, and his tone was like a top student asking, "No, the last question is so simple, as long as you have the skills, you can't do it, right?"
Hu Qi raised his head, his big eyes expressionless, and he chewed chicken bones in his mouth, making a crunching sound.
Tang Wen immediately stopped smiling and said seriously: "This thing looks like a strange thing. It's easy to use. As for the principle, why bother to pursue it."
Hu Qi swallowed the bone and said, "Put it away. I won't receive a reply until tomorrow in my dream."
Eh?
Tang Wen was even more curious.
There are really more and more magical places in this world.
At this time, a shout came from outside the door: "Sir, all the nearby forces have arrived."
"Seventh sister, the job is here, you have to scare them."
Hu Qi sensed for a moment and found that there was no sixth grade. He shook his head, went out and flew straight into the sky.
"Ouch~"
The white tiger roars, shocking hundreds of miles.
Outside the five city gates, a team of thousands of people gathered together.
They came from nearby camps and tribes and learned that the gate of Wujia City had been blown open.
I didn’t believe it at first.
Looking at it now, it turns out that the door is gone and there are many damages on the wall.
Everyone was refreshed. Although they didn’t know what happened, wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to reap benefits?
Suddenly, a white shadow rushed into the sky.
The sound vibrated, like a demonic sound penetrating the ears.
It was like someone was hitting his head with an invisible sledgehammer.
The leaders of Chaofan were confused at first glance.
The people and horses behind him were even more unbearable.
He fell to the ground, twitching all over and foaming at the mouth.
A figure walked out of the door, and the roar stopped abruptly.
"Lao Liu, Lao Daobaozi, Lao Lan, it's you!"
General Zhao walked forward with a smile and helped the leading Chaofans up.
They were in shock, and it took them a while to recover.
"Old Zhao, cough, General Zhao, was that the sixth-grade sound skill just now?"
"Haha! That's so insightful. That's the sacred beast of my camp. I didn't see it clearly just now, so I thought you were in the same group as those bastards who attacked the city before!"
A group of people were scared to death and did not dare to pursue the case at this time.
The Chaofan people suppressed their uneasiness and stood up, smiling and clasping their fists: "General Zhao, we are not here to attack the city! We got news that there seems to be something unusual here in Wujia City, and we came to help."
"Yes, yes, we are here to help!"
Each of them is fully armored, and the manpower they bring is also elite.
Behind the team were horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts.
The car was empty except for sacks and twine.
General Zhao took everything in sight, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "So I'm here to help! So, is this a misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding"
"Misunderstanding, General Zhao! We and Wujiacheng are as close as one family."
"Yes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We live next to each other in Wujiacheng. Over the years, we have a deep friendship! We will never take advantage of someone's situation to rob them."
The sensible person quickly changed the topic: "General Zhao, I wonder what happened in these five cities?"
General Zhao smiled meaningfully: "Since we are here to help, let's go to the city and talk."
"this?"
Several extraordinary people felt uneasy.
"What? Is there a problem?" General Zhao pointed behind them: "Wujiacheng has indeed suffered a disaster! You came here with the frame, aren't you here to help with reconstruction?"
At the end of the sentence, his tone became calmer.
The faces of several people changed, and they had no choice but to agree.
General Zhao is from the Flame Camp, and their camp has always had a good reputation.
Never kill innocent people indiscriminately or bully others.
With this in mind, the leaders of each camp carefully led their tribesmen into the gateless Wujia City.
Everything was business as usual in the outer city, except that there were fewer people on the streets.
When they came to the inner city, they saw Miss Zheng from a distance.
Wearing linen and mourning, she led the guards to clean up the ruins and rebuild their homes.
Lao Liu and others quickly stepped forward to inquire.
The Zheng family members did not hide anything and told what happened. They just accidentally or intentionally missed the fact that the attacker was a sixth-grade master!
There were dozens of people paying homage.
These people thought they were led by extraordinary people and attacked the masters of the five major families, but the sixth-grade holy beasts from the Flame Camp arrived and rescued them.
When I heard that all the masters from the five major families died in battle.
While they were shocked, they inevitably felt a little greedy in their hearts.
Your land is ownerless!
A series of eager eyes fell on Zheng Nanzhu's pretty face without any makeup.
Miss Zheng is so beautiful and talented in martial arts. If she marries her, she will give birth to ten or eight children for everyone.
When the cubs grow up, won't they become a group of extraordinary people again?
The only thing I have to worry about is, will the Flame Camp also have this idea?
No way?
The Flame Camp has a good reputation, and it must not do such a thing!
Their queen couldn't agree either.
At the door just now, Lao Zhao clearly saw that we were not here to help, so didn't he let us in?
The profit makes the mind faint.
Except for a few old people, they still have determination in their hearts.
The others discovered the prosperous Wujia City that overwhelmed them.
At this time, like an undefended beauty, she opened her arms delicately, unable to defend herself. How could you not be tempted?
"Miss Nanzhu, my condolences!"
"Yes, Miss Zheng, take care of yourself."
"From now on, the burden of Wujiacheng will all fall on your shoulders. Girl, please take care of yourself."
Miss Zheng, who was facing everyone from the side, suddenly turned around, her eyes neither sad nor happy: "Without any trouble, our five major families are grateful to Mr. Tang Wen for saving his life and taking revenge, and have decided to give Wujiacheng to Mr. Tang. From now on, even if I am here They are all Mr. Tang’s domestic slaves!”
What?
How does this work?
After the shock, they were "heartbroken", even more uncomfortable than if their own wife had stolen someone.
"Confused!"
"Absolutely not!"
"When Miss Zheng did this, did she ever think about the ancestors of the Zheng family?"
“It’s really treasonous”
They all stood on the moral high ground and made accusations.
"How forgetful!"
Zheng Nanzhu scolded and mocked without concealment: "I was so frightened by that roar just now that I forgot about it so quickly? Who do you think you are? You dare to accuse me."
Everyone's faces turned red and they seemed a little worried.
The Chaorhan leaders were not intimidated.
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing.
That tiger roar just now should be a warning.
The Flame Camp insists on fairness and justice, so they can't just kill us all indiscriminately, right?
Frankly speaking, if there were people from the Black Mountain Camp at the door just now.
They turned around and fled without saying a word.
You can escape as much as you can.
But the Flame Camp is famous for its kindness. It won't even kill the refugees and untouchables at its own doorstep, but it can also kill respectable people like us.
The worst case scenario is kneeling down and begging for mercy.
This opportunity cannot be missed!
"Is that Mr. Tang from the Flame Camp?"
"The Flame Camp has always understood justice and been kind to others. For thousands of miles around, no one knows that they walk upright and sit upright. Niece Nanzhu, I think there is a misunderstanding on this matter!"
"Yes, how could the Flame Camp do anything to take away people's ancestral property?"
Zheng Nanzhu laughed angrily: "I will marry Mr. Tang, and Wujiacheng will be my dowry."
"Oh, that's even more wrong. Wujia City is the property of the five families. How can Miss Zheng make the decision for everyone? Besides, isn't this ruining the reputation of the Flame Camp!"
Zheng Nanzhu, whose eyes were full of ridicule, suddenly calmed down and watched their performance quietly.
"Papa pa pa"
"Well said! I wonder what you think we should do?"
Several extraordinary people were shocked. The person had already arrived behind them, but they didn't hear the footsteps.
(End of chapter)
