Qingyuan hit the tiger on the head with his fist. It felt like hitting pig iron, and a sharp pain shot through his fist.

"Oops, I forgot that although Brother Yuan knows this boxing technique, he has never introduced Qi into the body to temper himself. I'm afraid he will break his bones after this punch!"

When Qingyang heard Qingyuan's screams, he reacted and quickly stepped forward and pulled Qingyuan out of the battle ring.

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.

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 their generation. He has stabbed countless beasts to death under the steel fork, but at this time he

Don't hurt the fur.

Seeing that even the sharp steel fork could not hurt the ferocious tiger, everyone couldn't help but feel a little desperate. At the same time, they were even more shocked by the strength Qingyang showed just now. The ferocious tiger that even the steel fork could not pierce was actually hit by Qingyang's punch.

, and even now the ferocious tiger has not been able to stand up, and died when he saw 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 kept attacking 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 them 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.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and 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 is feeling uneasy, and they just feel that something ominous is going to happen."

After silence, everyone looked at the ferocious tigers. The tigers were full of treasures. The size of these three ferocious tigers was larger than that of ordinary large insects, and their value was extraordinary.

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 who were 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 carried the tiger carcass assigned to him in one hand and walked towards his yard.

When everyone saw that he was carrying a tiger carcass weighing seven to eight hundred kilograms, which was as light as nothing, they couldn't help but be horrified.

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, she was so frightened that her face turned pale and she almost fainted.

Qingyang quickly threw away the tiger corpse and went to help 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 the tiger corpse's jaw and blood flowed out, the courtyard was filled with an indescribable sense of vitality, without the stench of blood.

At this time, the nameless boxing sutra that Qingyang practiced actually gave rise to a desire for tiger blood. It seemed that it was constantly urging Qingyang to drink the tiger blood.

Qingyang originally had some resistance to drinking tiger blood alive, but thinking about the origin 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 had been broken by the sharp knife started to drink heavily.

The strange thing is that when Qingyang drank the blood, which was originally fishy, ​​it actually tasted extremely sweet.

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 was constantly impacting, 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 boxing 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, and 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. When he saw Qingyang waving his fists, the strong wind was generated by himself, 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 feel 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 discharged 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 the moment, and said to Qingyuan in disgust, "Please wash the dirt off your body, it stinks to death."

Only then did Qingyuan notice the changes on his body, and he also felt the stench 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 won't be my brother's opponent for a long 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 hands fell to the ground, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!