Qingyuan's fist hit the tiger's head. It felt like hitting pig iron, and a sharp pain came from his fist.
"Oops, I forgot that although Brother Yuan knows this boxing technique, he has never introduced Qi into the body to temper himself. If he punches like this, he may break his bones!"
Qingyang only reacted when he heard Qingyuan's screams. He quickly stepped forward and pulled Qingyuan out of the battle circle.
When Uncle Qinghai saw that his son was injured, he was furious. He threw the steel fork in his hand, trying to pierce the fierce tiger that injured Qingyuan. However, the fur of the fierce tiger was really hard, and it only pierced a little of the fur, and was gone. Difficult to penetrate.
When Qingyang saw this after pulling Qingyuan out, he was also amazed at the toughness of the ferocious tiger. You must know that Uncle Qinghai is the most powerful hunter of his generation. He has stabbed countless beasts to death under the steel fork, but at this time he Don't hurt that fur.
Seeing that even the sharp steel fork could not hurt the ferocious tiger, everyone couldn't help but feel a little desperate, and at the same time they were even more shocked by the strength Qingyang had just shown. The ferocious tiger that could not be pierced by a steel fork was actually hit by Qingyang's punch. And even now, the ferocious tiger has not been able to stand up and is dead at the sight of it.
"How powerful this is!"
Everyone was horrified.
Uncle Qinghai's steel fork did not hurt the ferocious tiger, but instead aroused its ferocity. The two ferocious tigers continued to attack with their claws, tails and mouths, and for a while they made it impossible for anyone to get close.
When Qingyang saw this, in order to prevent anyone from getting hurt again, he shouted sharply and used his fist skills to attack the remaining two ferocious tigers.
At this time, the two ferocious tigers already knew the power of Qingyang's fist. Seeing Qingyang's attack, they quickly dodge. However, Qingyang's fist seemed to have eyes. No matter how they dodge, the fist followed him like a shadow.
Everyone only heard two loud sounds of "Bang! Bang!" and saw the two ferocious tigers knocked to the ground by Qingyang and could not get up again.
For a moment, the scene became quiet. Everyone looked at Qingyang with a hint of fear in their admiration.
It’s just that I don’t know who reacted first, and cheers started immediately.
Some young people even lifted Qingyang and threw it into the air.
After cheering, everyone fell silent again when they looked at the four injured people lying on the ground.
The howling of wild beasts in the mountains last night had already made all the tribesmen on tenterhooks, but now there were ferocious tigers attacking the village, and there were three of them at once.
Everyone felt vaguely uneasy, thinking that something ominous would happen. "
After silence, everyone looked at the ferocious tigers. The tigers were full of treasures. These three ferocious tigers were larger than ordinary large insects and were of extraordinary value.
Finally, after discussion and Qingyang's humility, Qingyang got one tiger to himself, the other injured people got one, and everyone else shared the remaining one.
At the same time, Uncle Qinghai, who had the most prestige among the people, arranged for people to handle the funerals of the three people killed by the tiger. Fortunately, although Qing Ming was knocked away by the tiger, he was only seriously injured and his life was not affected.
Qingyang couldn't get involved in these matters at the moment, so after saying goodbye to everyone, he walked towards his yard carrying the tiger carcass assigned to him in one hand.
Everyone couldn't help but be horrified when they saw that he was carrying a tiger carcass weighing seven to eight hundred kilograms, as light as nothing.
Qingyuan even endured the pain in his hands, chased after Qingyang, and asked him why his strength suddenly increased.
Qingyang walked back while talking to Qingyuan. When he returned to the yard, Qingmu also came out. When she saw the huge tiger corpse, her face turned pale with fear and she almost fainted.
Qingyang quickly threw away the tiger corpse and went to support it.
After Qingyuan finished talking about Qingyang's killing of the three tigers alone, Qing's mother looked at Qingyang fearfully and a little proudly.
Seeing that his mother was fine, Qingyang went into the house and took out a sharp knife, first draining the blood from the tiger corpse.
But as the sharp knife penetrated under the jaw of the tiger corpse and blood flowed out, the courtyard was filled with an indescribable vitality without the stench of blood.
At this time, Qing Yang's practice of the Unnamed Boxing Sutra actually revealed a desire for tiger blood. It seemed that he was constantly urging Qingyang to drink the tiger blood.
Qingyang originally had some resistance to drinking tiger blood alive, but thinking about the origins of the Unnamed Boxing Sutra and the words of his uncle under the old locust tree, he lifted the tiger corpse and put his mouth to the chin of the tiger corpse while Qingyuan and Qingmu looked in shock. The blood vessels that were broken by the sharp knife began to drink heavily.
The strange thing is that the blood that was originally smelly actually tasted extremely sweet when Qingyang drank it.
As he drank the tiger blood, Qingyang felt that a huge amount of energy was continuously integrated into his body, continuously strengthening Qingyang's body.
After drinking all the tiger blood, Qingyang felt that his whole body was hot and hot, and the energy in the flesh and blood around his body continued to impact, as if his body was about to explode at any time.
Feeling the constant impact of energy in his body, Qingyang couldn't help but start to play the nameless boxing sutra. As the boxing sutra was performed, Qingyang felt the energy that was constantly impacting his body. At this time, he followed the fist sutra moves and continued to integrate into the skin. , constantly strengthening its flesh and muscles.
Qingyuan, who was standing by the side, saw that what he was doing was the boxing scripture passed down to them by his uncle under the old locust tree. But now Qingyang used it, every move was full of power and indescribable power. flavor.
Although Qingyang had told him on the way here that he became stronger because of this boxing sutra, he still had doubts in his heart. Seeing Qingyang waving his fists in the air, he couldn't help but not believe it.
So he couldn't help but start practicing with Qingyang.
Almost all the children in the village were taught this boxing lesson by their uncles under the old locust tree, but few persisted. Qingyuan had also given up before, but he actually practiced it for several years before giving up. After all, every child has a boxing skill in Nanshan. The immortal demon follows the dream of the Little Dragon Girl of Beihai.
At this time, as Qingyang used it, he actually felt energy flowing into his body, which made him both surprised and happy.
When Qingyang finished refining the tiger blood energy that had been integrated into the flesh and blood of his body as he practiced the Boxing Sutra, he stopped and felt that his strength had increased a lot, and he felt that his heartbeat was stronger than before, with every beat. They are all like heavy hammers beating drums, full of a sense of power.
Feeling the improvement in his own strength, Qingyang felt happy. He was about to share it with Qingyuan, but he saw that Qingyuan was actually practicing this ancient boxing sutra. Black objects were constantly being expelled from the sweat pores all over his body. Although it was very slow, it was indeed coming out. Row.
Seeing this, Qingyang knew that Qingyuan had begun the path of cultivation, and he couldn't help but feel happy for him.
The two grew up together and have a deep relationship. Qingyang naturally hopes that Qingyuan can become stronger.
After Qingyuan finished punching, Qingyang looked at him and saw that although there was a layer of mud-like black substance attached to his body, it was much less than when he first practiced.
It's just that Qingyang didn't have the heart to explore this at this time, and said to Qingyuan in disgust, "Come and wash the dirt off your body, it stinks like hell."
Only then did Qingyuan notice the changes in his body, and he also felt that the smell was terrible. He quickly filled two buckets of water from the well and washed it. Only then did he feel refreshed, especially feeling that his whole body was full of strength, and he couldn't help but feel happy. He jumped up, hugged Qingyang, and said, "Ayang, brother, I can now practice this ancient boxing sutra. Just watch, you will no longer be my opponent in a short time!" After saying this, he laughed loudly. laugh it out.
Qingyang moved his hand away, turned around and saw the tiger corpse on the ground, and couldn't help but yelled, "Damn it!"
After cursing, he quickly picked up the sharp knife and bucket on the ground and ran towards the south of the village.
But as soon as he ran out of the yard, Qingyang felt that the world suddenly darkened. When he looked up, he saw that the sun that had been warming all living beings just now seemed to be blocked by something.
Taking a closer look at the thing covering the sun, Qingyang was so shocked that the bucket and sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
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