From Yizhang to the south, the stone peaks are like bamboo shoots, and there is no snow for the whole winter. However, it is also very cold in the deep valley. Ordinary apes, monkeys, foxes and deer have already left a lot of food for winter and are reluctant to go out. Instead, they guard their nests, waiting for the cold winter to pass and go out to explore the spring again.

Such actions really annoyed the tiger jumping from the rock peak. He often went out to find food to fill his stomach, but he always returned in vain. A month ago, I saw a stranger and rarely wanted to fill the debts in his stomach with the young man. Unexpectedly, he asked the young man to beat him up three or five times with his body and never dared to step over the line.

There are very few people in the world who can compete with bears and tigers after all, let alone this land where the vast land is hard to see in the west. There are not many enemies in the Baili Shifeng. For many years, this tiger jumping into the ravine, which is 300% stronger than the ordinary tiger outside, has been entrenched here alone, and has never suffered such crimes. After three or five consecutive years, when the young man came to the tiger cave with his stick, the wise tiger had to avoid it, crawling alone on the side of the enemy, roaring, watching the man did not care about lighting the bonfire, put down the elk on his shoulders, roasting it slowly, and talking to himself.

"Before I went down the mountain, I was often a little jealous of my junior brother. I felt that my master was partial and planned to pass on all the robes. But until I came here and learned the best gun moves, I realized that the foundation my master laid for me was indeed solid. Ordinary people may not be able to use free gun moves for ten years, and they have already obtained half of it in a few months. Not to mention that they are rampant in the world, they are also considered famous and famous gun masters."

The young man took out a cloth bag from his tattered clothes, and did not pay much attention to it. He applied the coarse salt like flying snow on the flesh, completely ignored the tiger that was always grinning, but looked up to the cave, with a corner of the sky.

"Besides, how can you let go of such a stupid junior brother? When it comes to life and death, people insist on stabbing it. Not only did they end up being completely wiped out, but most of the meridians in their bodies were shattered. Now I don't know if they wake up. Originally, the master had never left the seclusion, and there were only five people in the mountains. Now I'm going to have another stupid boy who is sleepy. I don't know how deserted it is at the end of the year of Nangong Mountain."

After saying that, the young man was not stingy. He cut off two pieces of thickest venison and threw them to the tiger's front. Although the latter still twisted the tiger's beard and whistled, he had already tried his best to support him. Although he had not done anything at the moment, his eyes could not stop glancing on the ground, and he was quite undecided.

Although the heat of venison is quite spicy, the young man eats expressionless faces, just like chewing wax. He only sees his cheeks stimulating, but he has not had half a stick of incense. Nearly ten kilograms of venison have been in his stomach. It seems that he is not much more elegant than the tiger swallowing meat.

Only after being on the stone peak did Zhao Ziyang know what it means to suffer every step. The senior who was gun-trapping that Li Huaian said was very disgusted with throwing him two or three steamed buns every day. The place was wet and damp, and there were often six or seven clusters of green velvets like moss marks in the steamed bun. But even so, the sloppy man with a gray beard still did not leave any affection. If he was dissatisfied or had a rude expression, he would kick Zhao Ziyang to the middle of the mountain, glance at an iron spear, and let the latter penetrate into the rocks with the tip of the gun, climb to the top of the mountain, and repeat several degrees in a day.

Even if Zhao Ziyang learned that he would have to suffer a lot when he came here to learn, he would always see the two people pushing cups and drinking, and the table was full of delicacies, and he could not help but point out the hatred in his heart. He guided the man to ask for advice, but he would have lost his gun from the moment he was unable to stand up to the stone peak five or six times.

Before he even set foot in the Nangong season, Zhao Ziyang felt that his ability to ridicule and insult him would have to be named A. However, after entering Nangong Mountain, he often saw Wu Shuang's mouth blooming lotus flowers. The younger brother was so impressed that he could not help but feel ashamed and took off the two upper characters in front of the character A. But after climbing this Piercing Stone Peak, he heard that the man was humiliated all day long, pointing to mulberry and scolding the locust and insulting. Even though he felt that his mind was quite cunning, he still made the man feel red in his face. He couldn't hold back many times, but he still had no results. He silently turned the character A back in his heart and turned into a pitiful B.

Young people have a lot of thoughts. It is rare to go down the mountain and fill in some meat in their stomachs today. They can replenish their bodies, which can be seen vaguely. They practice guns in the mountains, and there is no breathing time. Even when they receive the letter that day, when they see the two lines of handwriting at the end of the letter, there is no turmoil in their hearts. Now thousands of thoughts are coming one after another.

In the Secret of Xinwei, the young man broke through four four realms, and his sword energy pushed a hundred miles away. The meridians in his body were broken and ten were not left. He was sleeping for ten days and still had no intention of awakening. All his cultivation was abandoned and he also needed to practice again. Whether he could reach the path of cultivation was still to be discussed.

Zhao Ziyang, who had been torn clothes and had not changed for many days, suddenly remembered that he was practicing guns on the mountain and was exhausted and exhausted. After standing for a day, he often thought that his bones were dispersed, but the rest of his back still felt conscious. His junior brother often sent some fresh, shiny rabbit meat, and often quarreled with his senior brother who was limp in the bed. He fell asleep and then stepped out to continue watching Yunwujian.

No one seemed to remember where rabbit meat and herbs came from, but for several months, there was a golden roast rabbit on the table within three or five days. However, it was clear that the young man could not take a moment of time when he watched Yunwujian all day long. Only when people slept at night could they have leisure.

Now that I think about it, I am becoming more and more clear.

The tiger on the side swallowed the venison meat, but saw the young man holding up the copper-headed stick that made it scary and frightened for no reason. He clenched his rough palm with all his strength, got up and walked to the entrance of the cave, and smashed it onto the entrance of the cave with a stick.

The sound of gold and iron shook, like the sound of a powerful drumbeat exploded at the entrance of a cave.

A man with gray hair like an old ape in the forest cursed and jumped off the hole, carried the big gun on his hand, pointed at the nose of the young man in front of him and cursed, "Ten breaths before you know that there are people outside the cave. These ten breaths fall on the low hand may not cause storms. If it were placed on the hands of the master, it would be enough for you to die two or three times. Look at this stick, the gun is not like a gun stick, but with your talent, when will you get out of this dead world?"

"You can't tell if I'm practicing right or wrong." Zhao Ziyang took a closer step and stopped suddenly. The copper stick hit the man's eyebrows. Although the castration was heavy, it was actually a false move. When the stick was withdrawn, the waist and abdomen turned sharply. When the stick was swept, he stretched his waist and abdomen with one hand. The force of the knocking made the whole long stick look like a hook moon. The stick head was close to the man's waist and ribs. The force was so strong that the surrounding bushes were shivering.

Zhao Ziyang had never made a feint move before. Firstly, it was because of his small success in shooting skills. He was unwilling to make such a strange way, and secondly, he was quite ambitious. He thought that even if he could not gain the upper hand, he would definitely not be inferior. Today, the feint attack made the man who was sloppy like an old ape unprepared, and he saw that he was close to his waist and ribs.

However, this move was not done. The man rubbed his one foot against the ground, giving out an inch of his waist and abdomen, and he almost made it clear that way. He turned the gun on his hand, lifted the head of the stick, and then pinched the tail of the gun with one hand, and stabbed Zhao Ziyang directly in front of the ground, making it difficult to find a way out.

But the latter used the strength of his waist to lower his body, leaned his shoulders and back, and then took the stick back in front of him, lifted his feet and kicked it up. The head of the stick rushed to the man's chin again, and the wind blew everywhere.

Both moves are not allowed at all, and they are all dangerous moves in the world that can kill people and hurt their roots. The guns and sticks overlap, like arms and fingers.

The man changed his life-threatening move, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his lips. However, the gun move was still steady and gradually overwhelmed. Even though Zhao Ziyang's gun stick was still clear in his heart, he was still not as solid as the person in front of him. Without a cup of tea, he was at a disadvantage and could not have an attacker.

"The habits that are common in the Immortal Mountain Gate have finally achieved results for many days," the man grinned and his eyebrows shook. "You disciples in the Immortal Sect all regard themselves as the gods and masters, and wish they could write the so-called righteousness on the square red cloth and tie it on their foreheads, but they were actually thrown into the world. No matter how many killer moves that are looked down upon, they are actually much better than ordinary guns."

"When others are about to take your life, we can't tell you that this move is quite dangerous and is especially grieved by heaven. Let's compare again."

The man's gun moves almost over a moment, and he still muttered, "If you say that the immortal sect is like a sect in the old cellar of Ice, hold your gun and make it firmly firm, I will be the red iron rod that specializes in smashing ice and knocking edges, making you turn from ice to water, round and transparent, and all over the hole. Even if you meet a great gun talent under the sky who has been famous since ancient times, you must burn a few pieces of flesh and blood with this body of boiling water with the iron fossil."

Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth. He had been worried about this for a while, but now his thoughts were mixed, but he sounded more and more harsh. He actually took the initiative to withdraw his stick in his hand, and rushed to the tip of the man's big gun with his left rib, causing it to penetrate into his flesh. Then he locked the gun bar tightly with his left arm, suddenly lifted the stick straight, and smashed the man in front of him.

Dozens of sticks poured down, either pressing or shaking, dust spreading outside the tiger cave, the earth dragon turned over, the new trees with its thick arms were hard to stop, and the sticks fell down and exploded one after another.

The young man pulled out his big gun, gritted his teeth and laughed, not caring about the gurgling blood flowing in the wound, and his face was full of hideous pleasure.

"It seems that the four guns I have taught you are already eight or nine out of them." The smoke and dust dispersed, and the man still did not get up. He lay down to the still prosperous fragments of flowers and trees, wiped away the two blood under his nose quickly, and looked up slightly at the young man's grim smile, and the corners of his mouth could not suppress his smile.

The thousand-pound tiger in the tiger's den was already silent, with yellow and green eyes flashing, and he did not dare to take a step forward.

There is no evil in your heart, so why should you avoid your hands when you seek victory?

All moves are in Yangguan Road, and the tide may not be clear in your heart.

The bearded man stood up, kicked Zhao Ziyang, who finally let out anger, and cursed, "I don't want to buy New Year's Eve dinner, so I'll go back to Nangong Mountain and go back after the break."

"Remember that my heart has not changed, means are means, how can we distinguish between good and evil and righteous poison?"

Zhao Ziyang stood up and covered his injury hard. He looked up and down a few times, and his face became a little depressed.

"What? Is there a lice on my body?"

"broken."

“Where is the bad?”

"You guy is more and more pleasing to you."

The man with white hair and hair was about to curse, but when he saw Zhao Ziyang wipe the copper stick in his hand clean, he swallowed it forcibly, but he immediately scolded him again.
Chapter completed!