Wild beast war god

what?

The expressions of everyone in the audience were frozen, and question marks almost appeared on their foreheads. What did Zhan Mohu just say?

At this time, Zhan Demon Tiger's eyes became more and more determined, and he said solemnly to Sikong Jing: "I am willing to surrender to you!"

This time everyone heard it clearly, and pairs of eyes popped out almost at the same time.

Even Bai Xiaojin and Duanmuchun were immediately stunned.

They all stared at the situation inside the barrier with their mouths wide open. They couldn't believe their ears. How come they were so proud one moment and then immediately surrendered to them the next?

Are you kidding me?

Could there be confusion in the eyes of this young man in black?

At the same time, Zhan Demon Tiger was also roaring in his heart: Are you kidding me? How could the human race in front of me be a monster beast, and a person with the blood of monster beasts at the king level? I couldn't resist.

I actually surrendered to him. My blood told me that I was born to surrender to him.

Although Sikong Jing's current level is not as good as Zhan Demon Tiger, his combat power and spiritual shadow have long been enough, so of course he can suppress it by blood.

Smiling slightly, Sikong Jing slowly withdrew the aura of the Lord of Beasts and said: "Okay, I will heal your injuries now."

After saying that, Sikong Jing approached directly and injected his true energy into the Demonic War Tiger's body.

In an instant, all the meridians in its body were repaired...

After he was done, he looked at the overbearing deacon with ulterior motives and asked indifferently: "Now, can you open the barrier?"

The deacon's whole body trembled slightly, and he knew that this time he really hit the iron plate.

Although it was Nan Heton's intention, if the young man in black in front of him had a strong background, he would definitely be able to kill his little butler. In short, he did not dare to mess around anymore and quickly untied the barrier.

But Sikong Jing was too lazy to argue with him. Duanmuchun would naturally report what happened here later.

Therefore, he asked casually: "How much does this two-horned fighting tiger cost?"

As soon as he said this, the deacon replied without saying anything at the price that had been set long ago, and Sikong Jing bought it without hesitation.

He killed so many sages when he was possessed by Wanbing City. For him, money was not an issue at all.

After paying the money, Sikong Jing returned to Zhan Mohu and said, "Get up, let's go."

The originally irritable and extremely proud Zhan Demon Tiger did not dare to resist at all, and stood up like a puppy and followed his superior Kong Jing.

This scene once again left the onlookers stunned.

The monster that has been unable to sell for half a year is so obedient now. Who is this young man in black?

Sikong Jing ignored everyone's gaze and walked towards Duanmuchun.

As for Bai Xiaojin, the latter will naturally handle the matter for a while.

As for Nan Hetang, Sikong Jing also found that no one could be found. He had probably squeezed out of the crowd and left. Even if he was still there, Sikong Jing would be just as lazy to pay attention unless he jumped out again and made people annoying.

In his eyes, apart from his status as the grandson of Nanfeng Tianjue, Nan Hetang was nothing at all.

Suddenly, Bai Xiaojin's voice came from behind: "Wait a minute, brother in black."

Obviously, Bai Xiaojin thought that Sikong Jing was leaving, so he rushed out.

Hearing this, Sikong Jing stopped slightly and turned around to see Bai Xiaojin running over with a big hammer on his shoulder. Of course, the cold brake behind her couldn't hold her back no matter how hard he pulled.

In the end, he could only follow him with a frustrated look.

Sikong Jing smiled slightly and asked, "Miss Bai, aren't you ready to run away?"

He was a little strange. Didn't Bai Xiaojin just say that he wanted to run away when he met an old-fashioned acquaintance?

Hearing this, Bai Xiaojin's whole body trembled. She really wanted Sikong Jing's war hammer and forgot about the existence of Duanmuchun, an old-fashioned person. Now she was about to hit someone's gun.

She had already seen Duanmuchun walking out of the crowd with a gloomy face, so close.

Unable to pretend that he was invisible, Bai Xiaojin could only look past Sikong Jing and pretend to say: "Uncle Duanmu, are you here?"

Sikong Jing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

It can be seen from the expression on Bai Xiaojin's face that the old-fashioned person she refers to is Duanmuchun.

The corners of Duanmuchun's mouth twitched slightly...

He came to Sikong Jing's side and said coldly: "Xiao Jin, you were just fooling around."

"If it weren't for A Jing, you would have been trapped by Zhongnan Hetang. When will you let your father have some peace of mind?"

Hearing this, Bai Xiaojin's face turned ugly, looking very annoyed.

But he immediately reacted and looked at Sikong Jing in vain: "Brother in black, are you and Uncle Duanmu together?"

Of course Sikong Jing nodded in confirmation, with some doubts in his eyes.

Bai Xiaojin's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this. He approached and laughed and said, "It turns out you are Uncle Duanmu's friend. That's easy. Can you pass on the hammering skills you just performed to me?"

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Jing was stunned.

Duanmuchun's face darkened suddenly, and Bai Xiaojin suddenly forgot about his reprimand just now, which was really annoying.

At this time, Sikong Jing reacted and looked at Duanmuchun.

It's not a problem to pass the War Demon Hammer to her, after all, she is Bai Huzun's daughter.

In terms of combat skills, Sikong Jing has always passed it on to his own people whenever he wants, but this has to be done by his parents, right?

Duanmuchun stared at Bai Xiaojin and shouted: "Xiao Jin, do you know how powerful A Jing's hammering skills were just now? When we first met, you asked for hammering skills. Don't you know that if you want martial arts, you have to become a disciple?"

He was really angry. How could he ask for martial arts skills when they met? It was so uneducated.

Moreover, I just saw Sikong Jing’s hammering skills. They are definitely extremely powerful martial arts techniques. How can they be passed down just by word of mouth?

More importantly, the Batian Bai family is opposed to Bai Xiaojin using a hammer from top to bottom. What does it look like for a girl to use a heavy hammer?

Unfortunately, as soon as Duanmuchun finished speaking, Bai Xiaojin's eyes lit up even more.

"Apprenticeship?"

Bai Xiaojin suddenly slapped his forehead, and then said in surprise: "Why didn't I expect that? Uncle Duanmu is still awesome."

After saying that, without waiting for Duanmuchun to react, she knelt down to Sikong Jing without hesitation and shouted: "Master, please bow to me and teach me your hammering skills."

This scene made Duanmuchun dumbfounded.

Then he pointed at her with trembling fingers. If he were Bai Xiaojin's father, a mouthful of old blood would probably have spurted out.

Leng Sha behind him also had his whole face turning blue and red.

Sikong Jing also twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Duanmuchun again, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The extent of this Bai Xiaojin's nonsense is simply beyond imagination.

"It's nonsense. It's extremely nonsense. Get up quickly."

"There's no one like you who would become a disciple if you don't agree with me. You don't even look at A Jing's age."

Duanmuchun was so angry that he cursed Bai Xiaojin...

Unfortunately, Bai Xiaojin still looked completely indifferent.

She replied firmly with a small face: "Uncle Duanmu, what you just said is what you said. If you want someone to teach me martial arts, of course I have to become a disciple. Besides, age is not a problem at all. Those who are masters of martial arts come first."