Turning people into demons

Chapter 47 The Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff's Violence
Chu Yingxuan calmly flew directly from the martial arts viewing platform to the duel platform, quietly waiting for her opponent this time.

There are really too many young masters in this grand event, Liu Yibai from Luoxiamen; the one named Qingqing who is following him seems to be hiding very deeply, and now there is another Mu Xiuhan who has received the inheritance of Wanjianzong .

"It looks like it's going to be interesting."

Fu Lingtian walked slowly from the steps to the duel ring, saying it was slow, not the kind of 'slow' that looks very slow but is actually very fast, this slow is really slow, slow like a snail.

He stopped every step he took and looked at the sky, as if something was about to fall.

The audience in the audience couldn't help being aroused by his strange behavior, and looked up at the sky like him.It was a pool of clear blue sky that almost bottomed out. In the blue sky, clouds were swimming leisurely. I couldn't help raising my finger, as if my fingertips were also dyed blue at dusk.
The sky is a lake of indigo, rippled by the waves.

"Damn it, there's nothing."

"Yeah, what else to see besides a few clouds?"

"What the hell is he looking at, he's insane! Hurry up and beat me up, I'm going to go to apprentice after the beating." A fat man stared at the sky for a long time and realized he was being teased, cursing.

Just after he finished speaking, a sparrow flew over from the air, and then... a lump of unknown filth fell on his face, hitting his big curse-swearing mouth.

"I hate you, uncle!" The fat man quickly spat out the bird feces in his mouth, then squatted on the ground and retched
"Hahahaha"

Fu Lingtian seemed to have expected such a scene a long time ago, squatting halfway on the ground laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.Then he lay down on the ground directly, beating the ground with his hands continuously.

"Is this person crazy?" Even Qingqing, who usually likes to make troubles, felt that her worldview was messed up.

Liu Yibai raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression was a little weird.This Fu Lingtian gave him the feeling that he was the kind of low-key, calm, and deeply hidden person. Why did his painting style suddenly change, and he became like a psychopath? Could it be that he was wrong?

Fu Lingtian laughed enough, jumped up from the ground, and appeared in front of Chu Yingxuan in an instant.

Chu Yingxuan had grown impatient for a long time, and saw that he finally came up.The left hand changes from a fist to a palm, and is slowly sent forward.She moved slowly, but brought a strong wind, moving like a dragon and snake, like left to right, like up and down, like straight and curved, like slow and fast, a flat punch, but it contained infinite punches. The change is enough to restrain any martial arts in the world, no matter how the opponent responds, Chu Yingxuan can take a step ahead and firmly restrain him.

But Fu Lingtian didn't move, he didn't dodge or strike, he just squinted his eyes, put his palms on his chest, the wind reached his body, his gown rose and fell with the wind, rising and shrinking like waves.When the fist wind met his body, it was like a torrent washing stones, rolling past.Fu Lingtian didn't change his expression, and said with a smile: "Miss Chu's palm technique doesn't seem to be like Ningxiang Pavilion's technique. What's the name?"

"Homemade, 'Tugoupaw'!"

"The girl is so heartless. Dogs are people's loyal friends. How can they be slaughtered indiscriminately?" Fu Lingtian said solemnly.

"I will kill whatever I like." Before he finished speaking, Fu Lingtian raised his eyebrows, and an evil aura surged from his body, pressing towards him like a landslide or a tsunami.

In an instant, Chu Yingxuan seemed to be trapped in an invisible cocoon, her mouth and nose were suffocated, and her breathing was difficult, but she felt that aura couldn't help climbing up, squeezing inward from all directions.Chu Yingxuan couldn't help stepping back, sweating profusely. She looked at Fu Lingtian with inexplicable fear in her heart, which led to the illusion that this man turned into a mountain, towering toweringly, reaching up to the sun and the moon. In front of him, she was like Like ants.

"Don't you like slaughtering dogs? Today I will let you taste what it's like to be slaughtered by dogs." Fu Lingtian shouted loudly, and ferocious dogs sprang out from the four gates of the Martial Arts Field, and soon the entire Martial Arts Field was overwhelmed. It was packed with densely packed dogs of different shapes, which surrounded the audience in the arena, forming a huge encirclement.

Native dogs, wild dogs, Tibetan mastiffs; those who know the breed, those who don't; hybrids; purebreds; whatever you want.

A Tibetan mastiff slowly walked out from the pile of dogs. It seemed to be the leader of the group of dogs.

This Tibetan mastiff is a tiger-headed mastiff, which is a circle larger than the head of an ordinary lion-headed mastiff.The mouth is wide and the nose is short, and it looks like a tiger when it moves and walks.It is strong and powerful, with a huge body, twice the size of a common Tibetan mastiff, with well-developed bones and muscles.

Its expression is calm, but it does not lose its majesty and solemnity.He slowly glanced at the dogs, and they immediately let out whining sounds as if they were surrendering.

The audience in the martial arts arena had already been frightened to death at this moment, and the timid ones lost control of their bladder and bowels. After a while, the stench of urine and feces spread throughout the martial arts arena.

The Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff seemed very satisfied with everyone's reaction, and glanced lightly at a middle-aged man standing in front of it.

The man immediately trembled with fright, and then hurriedly backed away.The people behind pushed and shoved each other, even if someone stepped on their feet, they didn't even realize it.

In less than ten breaths, a road more than ten feet wide has been cleared in the middle.

The Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff grinned, as if laughing at this group of timid humans.

Suddenly, it suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening cry.His sharp eyes stared blankly at Chu Yingxuan on the dueling stage.

"No, it's him, it must be him." Ye Lingfeng was shocked, and murmured as if he was in a daze.

Then he woke up immediately and roared angrily: "Stop that tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff, hurry up!"

While he was speaking, the Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff had already taken the lead, um, it should be said that the dog took the lead.Its dog ran to the duel ring at an extremely fast speed first, followed by dogs of various breeds. Although the speed was not as fast as that of the tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff, they were all dripping. , his eyes stared like copper bells, obviously looking like he was going to swallow Chu Yingxuan alive.

There were more than ten zhang away from the dueling platform, and the Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff jumped high into the air, its huge body blocked a quarter of the dueling platform.She rushed towards Chu Yingxuan, who had a slightly frightened expression, covering the sky and covering the sun.

The strong right leg of the Tiger Head Tibetan Mastiff swept straight towards her face, bringing up bursts of fishy wind.

In a hurry, Chu Yingxuan could only block it with her palms, because its body was so huge that it was too late for her to dodge.

"boom!"

Chu Yingxuan fell out of the dueling platform in embarrassment and fell to the ground, leaving five deep paw prints on her right arm.

A master with sword energy coming out of his body was swept away by a dog, and the eyeballs of the onlookers almost fell out of shock.If this is said, who will believe it?
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe anyone who told me about it.

Is this dog going against the sky?

(End of this chapter)