This tiger neither pounces nor avoids people. It just stares blankly and scares people. It must be stupid. Guo Chuanlin's thoughts were spinning in his mind, he was slightly startled, and thought to himself: "Hey, such a ferocious insect, how can I not be afraid of it?" The tiger is a tiger, and seven or eight strong men can't get close to him. When he encounters a tiger alone, not only is he not afraid of it, I am afraid, but I am ready to take action. What is the reason for this? Guo Chuanlin's nose flared, and he blew out two rapid breaths. He stretched out his hand to grab the sword. A wave of heat burst out and poured into his right arm along the meridians. His muscles failed and swelled up.
General Yin noticed something was wrong and was already half a beat slower. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man throw his arm and the sharp sword whizzed out. As soon as he left his hand, he chopped off his right claw at the elbow level. The pain was piercing to the bones and blood surged like a fountain. General Yin turned around and walked away, his heart trembling, and he felt a little lucky. The sword was so fast and so cruel. If the man hadn't been slightly inaccurate and hit the vital point, he would have been killed.
Guo Chuanlin slapped his thigh and was greatly annoyed. This move of "hand-off sword" was a unique skill of the Qingcheng School. He had practiced it for a long time, but he still couldn't get it right. Unexpectedly, this time it was like a divine help, and he only missed it a little. It's a pity that it can kill big insects! Tiger blood spattered everywhere, and a few drops fell on the corner of his mouth. The strong smell of blood hit his nostrils. Guo Chuanlin made some mistakes, stretched out his tongue and licked it. An eager desire arose in his heart. There was a loud bang in his head, and he became confused. , the next moment I realized that I had climbed up the cliff, holding the broken claw with five fingers like hooks, raising it high above my head, and opened my mouth to receive the blood.
The dripping tiger blood poured into his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed it all into his belly. Guo Chuanlin gradually came to his senses. Qi and blood surged in his chest, and heat surged in his joints. His energy skyrocketed, and his whole body was filled with endless power. This big insect is not simple. It is most likely an intelligent monster. The essence of his whole life is condensed in his blood. He is advantaged in vain, but... the Qingcheng sect's martial arts are so powerful that they can even kill tiger monsters? He frowned and pondered for a long time, vaguely feeling that since the nightmare, he had become a different person, as if something had awakened and changed his body bit by bit.
Could it be the legendary "wisdom from previous lives"?
Guo Chuanlin bent down and picked up the sword, found a way back to the cliff, lit a bonfire, washed and peeled off the broken claws, roasted them until they were about 70% cooked, tore off a strip with the tendons and meat, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it a few times , raised his eyebrows, and almost bit his tongue. The taste of this tiger monster is much better than that of yellow crab. Every time I chew it, I feel great enjoyment. Every pore in my body is cheering. Guo Chuanlin has tears in his eyes. He feels that his life has been in vain for the past twenty years. .
He spent half an hour chewing slowly and swallowing the severed claw. Not a single bone was left. He no longer felt hungry in his belly. The feeling of "fullness" was so good that he felt as if he was drunk. Drink good wine. Guo Chuanlin finally understood that the flesh and blood of monsters was of great benefit to him, and only the flesh and blood of monsters could truly appease the body's hunger and thirst, and obtain short-term satiety and peace.
He is destined to embark on a path of slaying demons.
Guo Chuanlin put out the bonfire, shook his head, and climbed up the cliff again, following the dripping blood. After climbing several hills, the smell of blood dissipated in the wind. He stopped and looked around, but he saw the mountains were like the sea and the setting sun. Like blood, the tiger demon is nowhere to be found. This place is already at the end of Xitiao Mountain, and going further is Cangling. A warning sign flashed in Guo Chuanlin's heart. The monsters in Cangling were beyond his immediate reach. The best solution would be to stop here and turn back as soon as possible.
He took one last look at the vast mountains and turned back to Guliang City.
In the Cangling Crypt, General Fengshijun Tingyin reported that the person who injured him was a young soldier. He had as much blood as any monster in his body, but there was no trace of monster in him. He was just a human. Ordinary people, who have achieved success in physical training, are still far away from attaining the Tao.
Those who have succeeded in body refining are still far away from attaining the Tao. These nine characters are very crucial. Feng Shijun guessed that the person who killed General Yin had a different origin. Although he was not a Taoist, he probably had innumerable connections. He heard that the cultivators from the Daliang Kingdom gathered in the fairy city to support the mortal sects for the fairy city to drive. Most of the methods of body refining flowed out from the fairy city. Human beings are the best at protecting their shortcomings. Beating the young will provoke the old. It is better to do less than to do more. , it’s best to stop here.
Feng Shijun comforted General Yin with a few words, warned him not to go to Xitiao Mountain to seek revenge, and casually gave him a ball of blood fetus and ordered him to go.
The blood fetuses are the "great medicine" made by Feng Shijun, and there are only more than ten of them all year round. Although General Yin lost one of his front paws, he will not suffer any loss as he has this mass of blood fetuses to make up for it. But after all, he couldn't swallow the bad breath in his chest. He didn't listen to Feng Shijun's advice, and quietly summoned a wolf demon and ordered him to go to Xitiao Mountain to wait for an opportunity to assassinate a young soldier. If he could kill his life, he would give him half of it. of blood fetus.
The wolf demon was very cunning, and he knew immediately that this job was not going to be easy, but since General Yin had opened his mouth and promised a blood fetus, he could not help but refuse. The wolf demon clapped his chest in front of him and agreed, then turned around to find a few brothers to discuss a safe solution. You said something to me, and the wheels came and went. You must be careful when you talk.
Guo Chuanlin had no idea that he would cause so many disasters with his sword. He returned to Qin's house in Guliang City, held the disciple ceremony, served Mr. Han with yellow meat, and listened to his instructions on the art of war and swordsmanship. After he turned off the lights and rested, he went to the backyard to practice swordsmanship alone.
Strangely enough, the tiger demon's flesh and blood is comparable to a panacea, making him feel like he has been reborn. His body is as flexible as pine, his moves are as swift as the wind, and all the difficulties in his swordsmanship are easily solved, completely natural. Guo Chuanlin played for a moment and suddenly became wary. If Mr. Han knew about it, how would he explain it? How can you convince others of something you can't even explain yourself? He might be regarded as a monster and cut into pieces for examination! He didn't know where such a premonition came from, but in a different place, neither Zhao Shuai nor Mr. Han cared about his thoughts.
In troubled times, human life is as cheap as paper, and people are like two-legged sheep, let alone a mere trace of affection.
Guo Chuanlin shuddered, subconsciously restrained 99% of his dexterity, stiffened his arms and legs, and continued to make hesitant sword moves, which was extremely ugly. He suddenly realized that he had a talent for disguise. Whether he was playing the role of a loyal soldier in front of Zhang Leili, a disciplined soldier in front of the Qin family, or a humble disciple asking for advice in front of Mr. Han, he was able to do it all with ease. , without revealing any flaws. So, which one is his true self?
Guo Chuanlin leaned his sword on the ground, thoughtfully.
The Qingcheng Sect's Songfeng Swordsmanship is just a mortal's martial arts. Guo Chuanlin devoured and refined General Yin's blood. However, in just seven or eight days, it was like he had worked hard for decades. He really left the rebels and wandered around the world, which was enough to become famous. Li Wan. However, he had no plans to fly away. That day in Xitiao Mountain, driven by his blood, he lost control and offended the tiger demon. After all, it was a disaster, no matter how big or small. The big one was hiding in the court, the middle one was hiding in the city, and the small one was hiding in the wild. Hiding among the rebels is the best strategy. Mr. Han's background is not simple. He also hopes to practice the Qingcheng sect's internal skills and learn a few tricks to suppress the bottom of the box.
